Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 387 The End (27) Veteran and Mighty
Song Qingshu watched the giant palm grabbing at Zhu Yuanzhang and the others from a distance, his thoughts changed, and he thought of all possible ways, but finally found that he is really powerless now!

The giant palm has already covered hundreds of thousands of Ming troops, including the land under their feet, under their palms. As long as the five fingers are closed together, then the rebel army that just drove the Mongols out of the Central Plains will probably fall to their bones no deposit.

And the entire land of China will fall into chaos again.

Of course, the premise is that the giant palm will leave after grabbing someone. If it is not going to leave, but wants to enter the "box", then it doesn't matter whether the world is chaotic or not.

No, I'm fighting again!
Song Qingshu really didn't want to see the worst situation happen, so he secretly felt ruthless in his heart, ready to fight again.

But after agitating for a long time, the golden core in his body seemed to be completely dead, motionless, and the little innate qi that was originally left was about to bottom out because of the need to maintain the light under his feet.

At this time, the five giant fingers had already pierced into the ground, like five giant peaks falling from the sky, surrounding hundreds of thousands of Ming troops.

"Ming army, mighty!"

Song Qingshu seemed to hear a voice.

"Ming army, mighty!"

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

This time he heard it clearly, it was the Ming army under the giant palm who shouted.

At this moment, the streamer under his feet suddenly disappeared, and his whole body turned into a drop of rainwater, falling towards the ground.

It will not take a while for the head and feet to hit the ground. At this moment, Song Qingshu has no means to save his life. He can only let his body fall, hoping in his heart that he can land on a softer place.

Next to his ears were the roars from the Ming army, accompanied by the roar of the wind, but Song Qingshu couldn't help but close his eyes, unwilling to look at the next scene.

One breath, two breaths, five breaths, ten breaths.

The shouting did not stop, but the wind stopped.

Song Qingshu only felt that there was an extra hand on his back, it was this hand that prevented him from bumping his head, and it was also this hand that stabilized his body.

An itchy feeling came over his face, as if something was brushing against his face, he couldn't help touching it with his hands, but he felt strands of silk thread.

Um?How come there are threads?

He couldn't help but open his eyes, only to see white threads fluttering in front of his eyes, it was these white threads that made him feel itchy.

He stretched out his hand to push those white silks aside, and then saw a familiar face appearing in front of him.

Long silver hair, a silver beard, a round face, and a warm smile.

If it wasn't Zhang Sanfeng, an old man, who could it be?

"Great... grandpa!" Song Qingshu turned over and stood up, only to realize that he had come to the ground. He looked at the old Taoist in surprise and asked, "Why are you here? Have you solved your problem?"

The old Taoist smiled and said, "It's almost there."

Song Qingshu suddenly laughed, the reason why he didn't show up for three years is that he has been in Wudang Mountain to help the old man solve his own problems.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the giant palm, and suddenly looked up.

I saw that the giant palm was still poking the ground with five fingers, covering the top of Ming Jun's head, but at the moment it was motionless, as if it was fixed.

Song Qingshu couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, this big heavenly demon is hard to deal with!"

The old Taoist also looked at the giant palm and raised his eyebrows, and called out: "Hey, it's the first time the old Taoist has seen such a big thing after more than 100 years."

"This is a big heavenly demon. It doesn't seem to be something in our world. A single palm is so big. The owner behind that palm is still unknown."

The old Taoist nodded and said: "You are right, this is indeed not a thing of our world, but a demon wandering outside the sky."

"Do you know where this thing came from?"

"Slightly understand."

While the two were talking, the giant palm over there suddenly moved, and he rose instead of falling, and the five giant fingers were pulled out from the ground, revealing a huge deep pit.

As the giant palm rose higher and higher, Song Qingshu could see clearly that it was not the giant palm that rose up on its own initiative, but a Tai Chi figure was pressing against the center of the giant palm, pushing him up bit by bit.

The giant palm seemed to be very angry, its five fingers snapped together, and then tightly clenched into a fist, as if it wanted to crush the Tai Chi diagram.

But at the next moment, the Taiji Diagram, or the old Taoist didn't give him too much time, and saw the old Taoist drawing a circle with his right hand, drawing faster and faster?
And the Taiji Diagram began to rotate slowly, and it also turned faster and faster.

The faster and faster the Taiji Diagram turned, the faster it climbed, and in the blink of an eye, it pushed the huge palm up into the sky.

However, the giant palm finally closed and made a fist, and the five fingers made a thunderous clacking sound, as if the bones in the body were colliding.

But Song Qingshu saw it clearly, the Taiji diagram had already slipped out from between his fingers the moment he closed his palms together, as clever as a naughty boy.

As the black and white halo flashed, the Taiji diagram returned to the old Taoist hand again.

The giant palm spread out its hand again, and found that there was nothing in the palm, and a loud roar suddenly came to the ears of the two of them.

At the same time, the giant palm seemed to realize that the two were the instigators, so it stretched out its five fingers and covered them, as if it wanted to crush them.

Song Qingshu's heart trembled, and he was secretly on guard.

But when the old Taoist next to him stretched out his hand, the Tai Chi diagram suddenly appeared, and then in the eight directions of the black and white Tai Chi circle diagram, some horizontal bars of different lengths suddenly appeared, changing from Tai Chi to Eight Diagrams in three or two strokes.

"what!"

As the old man shouted, he spread his hands above his head, and the gossip pattern suddenly expanded.

The gossip grows in the wind, and it expands to dozens of times in an instant.

"change!"

The old Taoist gave another order, and the gossip suddenly turned, and the yin and yang fish in the gossip also swam around each other nimbly.

"go with!"

At this moment, the giant palm was already pressing down on his head, and the whole sky was darkened, but Song Qingshu was not worried at all, because as long as his great-grandfather was around, he seemed to have nothing to fear.

With the old Taoist's "go", the rotating gossip pattern flew out of his hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and cutting straight to the wrist of the giant palm.

After throwing out the gossip, the old Taoist stood with his hands tied, as if the general situation had been decided.

Song Qingshu saw it clearly, on the wrist of the giant palm, there were suddenly many scales densely piled up, as if he wanted to be chopped off, and he also wanted to pinch the two of them in his palm.

But at the next moment, the rotating gossip pattern cut straight into the giant palm's wrist, like sticking tofu with chopsticks, without encountering the slightest obstacle, it cut off half of the giant palm's wrist.

"Pfft!"

Black blood spilled all over the sky, but was blocked by the Tai Chi diagram released by the old Taoist.

Song Qingshu looked at the old Taoist beside him, but he never realized that his great-grandfather was actually like this...

(End of this chapter)