Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 374 The End ([-]) Trading Injuries for Injuries
"Come on, let me see your Wudang kung fu!" Yang Dingtian understood that as long as his [-] qi and blood were not exhausted, he would not die.

Song Qingshu also noticed that the other party's arm was not right, so he said coldly: "Humans are not ghosts or ghosts, you deserve it too!"

Yang Dingtian was furious immediately, and with a wave of his hands, he pulled out two sharp wind blades and slashed towards Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu shattered the two wind blades with a wave of his hand, and when he looked again, he found that Yang Dingtian had already come in front of him. .

Yang Dingtian slapped Song Qingshu's face with a palm, and he hated this handsome face even more.

Song Qingshu, on the other hand, remained motionless as if frightened, letting Yang Dingtian run wild.

Seeing that he succeeded in one blow, Yang Dingtian laughed maniacally and said, "Why, are you scared?" He was talking, but his subordinates were not idle, and one hand was covered as if the sky had fallen.

But just when his hands were about to flatten Song Qingshu's face, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The next moment, three streamers of light suddenly emerged from Song Qingshu's forehead and pierced directly towards Yang Dingtian's palm.

Yang Dingtian originally wanted to withdraw his palm, but he didn't do so when he changed his mind. Instead, he sped up a little bit and slapped Song Qingshu's face, as if preparing to hurt both sides.

With a sound of "Puff", those two streams of light pierced Yang Dingtian's palm, and another stream of light cut off five of his fingers directly.

But at the same time, Yang Dingtian's fingerless palm also landed on Song Qingshu's shoulder.

"Crack!"

Song Qingshu's shoulder suddenly cracked.

Careless!He thought to himself, but he never expected that Yang Dingtian would choose to injure himself as well as himself, what's wrong with this?
As soon as he thought about it, he kicked up and kicked directly on Yang Dingtian's chest, kicking him back again.

This fight can be described as lightning-like, Song Qingshu broke his shoulder blade, and Yang Dingtian lost all five fingers. Judging from the injuries, Yang Dingtian lost slightly.

But Song Qingshu could clearly see the smug expression on Yang Dingtian's face. Immediately afterwards, he saw the bloody cloak behind him covering his severed hand. When he lifted it off again, the five fingers on the severed hand had grown back It came out, but the new five fingers were covered with scales, the nails were sharp and the fingers were slender, and even the pierced palm was covered with scales, completely unlike human hands.

Feeling the innate qi in the body pouring into the shoulder to nourish the injured part, Song Qing straightened his face and understood Yang Dingtian's strategy.

He can restore his mutilated body by relying on the cloak behind him, so he doesn't mind exchanging injuries with himself, and even intentionally exchanging injuries. After all, although the newborn parts are not like a human body, they are more powerful than a human body Not a lot.

That being the case, Song Qingshu didn't plan to talk nonsense, the golden core in his body spun, and the three flowing lights in front of him merged into one, directly turning into a long sword, and when he raised his hand, he swung it, and the tip of the sword pulled out three sword qi in the air, like wind Falling leaves in the middle, drew an arc and shot towards Yang Dingtian.

Yang Dingtian wanted to test the power of the newborn's palm, so he stretched out his hand to catch the three sword qis.

Seeing the three sword qi approaching him, he swung his big hand horizontally and pinched the three sword qi in his hand, and heard the piercing clanging sound of the sword qi colliding with the scales of his palm.

Yang Dingtian squeezed the palm of his hand, and the three sword qis dissipated. He looked at his palm, and saw dozens of fine scratches on the fine scales. Although the scales were not scratched, but Don't forget, this is just the sword energy that Song Qingshu draws casually. If he adds a long sword to his body, he may not be able to escape the end of his flesh and blood.

From this point of view, my newborn body is still a little worse.Yang Dingtian secretly said.

At this time, the cloak behind him suddenly rolled up again, and with a light touch on his palm, the dozens of scratches disappeared suddenly.

Seeing this situation, Yang Dingtian couldn't help laughing, he has a bloody cloak and a hundred thousand blood on his body, what he is most afraid of is a war of attrition, what can we say about this, the fight is over.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a long sword pierced into his heart.

Yang Dingtian was shocked and hurriedly retreated, only to see Song Qingshu approaching him with a sword in his hand.

The light of the sword shone coldly, and its sharpness was unparalleled.

Yang Dingtian had an intuitive understanding of Song Qingshu's sword skills.

It's like the drizzle in spring, moistening things silently and continuously, Yang Dingtian didn't even have time to look at the edge of the long sword, but when he saw the cold light flickering, there were sword marks on his body, if he hadn't dodged Hurry up, I'm afraid those scratches will become bone-piercing wounds.

Song Qingshu had a lot of fun playing, since he got the ten thousand streams of light, he hadn't used the long sword much, and now he was quite excited to play it, a long sword flew up and down in his hand, piercing flowers left and right, one at a time The sword is faster than the sword, one move follows the other, and the whole body even brings out afterimages, which make people dizzy.

In a blink of an eye, Song Qingshu swung thousands of swords in one breath, leaving thousands of sword marks on Yang Dingtian's body. If it was an ordinary person, he would have bled to death, but the bloody cloak behind Yang Dingtian was always He was able to save his life at the most critical moment, and healed Yang Dingtian's wounds little by little, and every healed wound would be covered with fine black scales.

With thousands of swords down, most of Yang Dingtian's body has turned black, in stark contrast to his previous yellow skin.

And Song Qingshu also found that those parts covered with black scales are no longer as easy to cut as they were when they were human.

If Song Qingshu could find out, Yang Dingtian felt it even more. If he was still worried about being killed by Song Qingshu's sword just now, now he was a little wishing that Song Qingshu could continue, so that he would be completely reborn once, so that he would be in the devil Luo went a step further on the road.

Song Qingshu stopped suddenly and stood with his sword in his hand.

Yang Dingtian smiled regretfully, "Why don't you continue?"

Song Qingshu said lightly: "If you continue, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

"Hey, you know who can't bear it!" Yang Dingtian looked at the part of his body that still had yellow skin, and said regretfully, "So this is the real Mara, I understand .”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Qingshu and said: "Boy Song, thank you for helping me figure out the joints of martial arts. As a reward, I will give you death!"

After all, without waiting for Song Qingshu's response, he flicked the cloak behind him, and suddenly appeared in front of Song Qingshu, and a black fist stabbed towards Song Qingshu's lower abdomen.

Song Qingshu slashed down with his long sword, if Yang Dingtian didn't dodge, this sword could cut off his arm.

But Yang Dingtian didn't hide, he saw the muscles on his forearm swelled and the scales were swollen, as if he was ready to take the sword forcefully.

A fierce look flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, the long sword was like a spirit snake, it wiped Yang Dingtian's arm and pointed towards his throat.

I don't believe you dare to fight hard!

Seeing this, Yang Dingtian's face was extremely ferocious, his jaw sank, and he was really ready to take the sword forcefully.

The next moment, the point of the sword pierced his throat, and a black fist pierced his stomach.

(End of this chapter)