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Chapter 183
Zhang Wuji's Xie Shui sword style actually uses the mind of the Nine Suns Divine Art. In terms of power, it is far less powerful than Song Qingshu, but Zhang Wuji came first and hit fast. When Song Qingshu's sword was not powerful, Zhang Wuji's Xie Shui sword The momentum has spread towards Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to run away.

Zhang Wuji took advantage of the situation and pointed out a finger. It was the wishful fingering method that Suning had taught him, and it was unparalleled in acupuncture.

Song Qingshu had never learned it before, so he didn't become suspicious of Zhang Wuji, even if this acupressure technique was somewhat similar to the martial arts of the little master uncle, Zhang Wuji must have secretly learned from Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Qingshu had no choice but to use Hengduan Mountain, one of the three sword techniques taught by his junior master not long ago.

In an instant, a green steel sword swung out countless sword nets. Zhang Wuji couldn't point his fingers through them at all, but almost cut off two fingers from the long sword.

Zhang Wuji was startled, he never expected Song Qingshu to have reservations.

Song Qingshu didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, instead he drew his sword and asked, "When did you secretly learn my little uncle's sword skills?"

Zhang Wuji said politely: "Song Shaoxia taught me just now."

Song Qingshu didn't quite believe that there really are martial arts geniuses in the world, but he didn't believe that the young man in front of him who was not as handsome as himself was such a person.

"Then let's see if you can master my sword?"

Song Qingshu immediately used his second sword, Kuai Zaifeng.

A ray of sword light, like the light of a meteor, dragged out, and Song Qingshu in Zhang Wuji's eyes was already erratic.

Zhang Wuji could only guard the door tightly, his eyes staring at the sword light like lightning, the two swords resonated, like a rolling river, rumbling.

The more Zhang Wuji defended, the more surprised he was. Song Qingshu's internal strength was far inferior to his own, but whenever he tried to break the sword in Song Qingshu's hand with internal force, Song Qingshu often changed his tactics, and his internal strength was lost.

on the altar.

The sword light was refined, like a four-line tide slowly pushing towards Zhang Wuji, in all directions.

The palms of all the Mingjiao people felt cold, because they could see that Zhang Wuji had fallen to the disadvantage, and the disciples of the six sects under the altar cheered for Song Qingshu one after another.

Zhang Wuji would have been defeated long ago if it wasn't for the fatal sword of Song Qingshu's frequent diversion by Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi.

He is waiting, no matter any sword technique, there will be flaws after all, that is the habit of unavoidably repeating the sword.

This is what Suning once said, and Zhang Wuji has always kept it in mind.

He possesses the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Great Shift of the Universe, which is enough to hold Song Qingshu down. As expected, Song Qingshu could not attack for a long time, and gradually became anxious. Kuai Zaifeng's sword skills were endless, but his sweeping movement with the sword caught Zhang Wuji's eyes, and Zhang Wuji risked his right In order to avoid the danger of Song Qingshu's arm being cut off, he used his dragon claw hand to capture Song Qingshu's arm.

"how is this possible?"

Song Qingshu's arm was caught by Zhang Wuji's dragon claw, and he was unable to pass the sword, feeling unbelievable.

He never expected that Zhang Wuji could break the sword skills taught to him by his junior uncle. This made him feel inferior. He was so useless!
Zhang Wuji succeeded in one move, and the second move followed, holding the sword in his hand upside down, using his fingers as a sword, and focused on Song Qingshu's acupoints.

Song Qingshu would not just sit back and wait for death, and directly reversed his mentality, and the true energy in his body instantly rushed like a fire dragon, forcibly shaking Zhang Wuji away.

At the same time, a trace of blood flowed from Song Qingshu's lips.

It's hard to feel the backlash of true qi.

"Qingshu, don't do stupid things, you've already lost, come down quickly, and use your skills to heal your injuries." Song Yuanqiao yelled out of concern for his son.

Zhang Wuji also persuaded: "Song Shaoxia, this zhenqi backlash will damage the meridians. If you don't get the timely healing, your martial arts realm may come to an end!"

Zhou Zhiruo also persuaded at this time: "Senior Brother Song, come down quickly, I will deal with that kid." It is better not to say this.

Song Qingshu slowly raised the green steel sword, and his face turned red as if he was drunk.

Zhang Wuji is familiar with medical principles and knows that this is a condition of blood qi retrograde. If Song Qingshu is allowed to go on like this, let alone martial arts, his life may be in danger.

As for the only son of the great uncle, Zhang Wuji would naturally not stand by and watch, but Song Qingshu's martial arts were not something he could control at will, not to mention, Zhang Wuji had already seen Song Qingshu hand out a sword.

This sword is fierce and decisive.

The wind of the sword was like a roaring tiger, Zhang Wuji could not even see the moves of the sword clearly.

The sky burns the city!

Song Qingshu is determined to die with Zhang Wuji!
"fool!"

Suning cursed secretly and immediately used his sword energy and body skills to stop him.

Under the altar, Zhou Zhiruo also rushed up to the altar immediately, and Song Yuanqiao and other uncles also rushed out immediately, trying to stop Song Qingshu.

Even if you don't know how much damage this sword has done to you, you can still see that this is a sword technique that hurts both sides.

However, even if Song Qingshu's martial arts is not as good as Zhou Zhiruo's, it is still not too far behind, and Song Yuanqiao and other master uncles are not his opponents, so there is no time to stop him.

Zhang Wuji was even more saddened to find that he couldn't dodge Song Qingshu's sword that hurt both sides. If he just dodged, he would only be at a disadvantage.

As a last resort, Zhang Wuji could only raise his sword to fight.

"not good!"

Seeing Song Qingshu ignore Zhang Wuji's sword, Song Yuanqiao's face changed drastically.

Fortunately, Suning had already appeared between Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu at this time. He grabbed the sword-holding hands of the two with both hands, waved Zhang Wuji with his left hand, and input Song Qingshu's chaotic zhenqi with his right hand.

"Little Junior Brother."

"Master."

When Song Yuanqiao and other senior fellow apprentices and Zhou Zhiruo saw Suning's sudden appearance, they were all surprised.

When Zhang Wuji saw the sudden appearance of his junior uncle, he was overjoyed at first, then worried.

Junior Martial Uncle's martial arts are invincible in the world, how could he be an opponent, if Junior Martial Uncle fights on behalf of Wudang, then the Mingjiao people will be slaughtered by the six sects.

Sure enough, the sect disciples under the altar shouted loudly when they saw Suning appear.

"Su Daxia, please take action and defeat this arrogant kid."

"Su Daxia is invincible in martial arts, boy, wait for your death."

"..."

Words like this one after another.

Suning turned a deaf ear to it, and reprimanded Song Qingshu with a stern face: "I told you to use this sword at the moment of life and death, that's how you listen to me."

Song Qingshu bowed his head in shame, like a child who did something wrong.

This made Suning sigh, and he didn't blame anything anymore, let him sit down cross-legged, and exercise his kung fu to heal his injuries and dredge his meridians.

A quarter of an hour later, Song Qingshu's face returned to normal, and he quickly got up to thank his little uncle for saving him.

Song Yuanqiao and others also came over at this time.

Zhou Zhiruo asked curiously, "Master, where have you been these few days?"

Suning smiled but said nothing, looked at Zhang Wuji, and asked: "If I represented Wudang in the war, would you still accept it?"

Zhang Wuji nodded without hesitation.

Yin Tianzheng hurriedly said at this time: "Zeng Shaoxia, you are not Suning's opponent, so you can only die in vain."

Su Ning smiled and said, "That's right, so you should step back."

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

Suning handed the real martial arts sword to Zhou Zhiruo, raised his hand and stretched out three fingers and said, "Three strokes, as long as you accept my three strokes, the Wudang faction will admit defeat."

The Wudang sect and the Emei sect naturally knew the difference in martial arts between Suning and Zhang Wuji. One move was enough, but the other sects did not know and spoke out against it one after another.

In particular, a Shaolin monk even refuted it.

Suning used the listening method to hear that this person's internal strength was not the Shaolin sect's internal strength, but the Hunyuan Gong of the Perak Sect. He knew that he was Cheng Kun, and then he stepped with his left foot, and a thumb-sized stone popped out from the floor of the altar.

Su Ning pinches two fingers and throws towards Cheng Kun.

The stones broke through the air like a strong bow breaking.

Bang!
Cheng Kun headshot the stone and died with regret.

Seeing the tragic death of this unknown fellow disciple, the Shaolin faction glared at Suning with righteous indignation.

Suning drew his sword and asked, "You also want to give it a try?"

In an instant, all the Shaolin disciples fell silent, silently carrying Cheng Kun's body out for burial.

Suning's peerless and fierce reputation has already made him enough to suppress a whole world!
(End of this chapter)