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Chapter 14 Sword Comes, Zhenwu Opens the Gate of God

The originally spotless and clean Taoist robes are now in tatters.

Jiang Wuchen, the fourth-ranked disciple of the Wudang sub-helm, had a pale face, and even the corners of his mouth were black with blood, which was a symptom of cold poison attacking his heart.

It can be said that the cold poison has flared up to this extent, even if the two elders Xuanming take action, it is impossible to detoxify him.

At this moment, the condition of this disciple was extremely bad, he was staggering and would fall down at any time.

But his eyes were exceptionally determined, full of unyielding.

"Haha, shameless old thief, do you think that I, a Wudang disciple, would be greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"To tell you the truth, during the time I was pestering you, the senior brother and the second senior brother have already informed the young master to let him leave."

"My life was saved by Master, and now I give it back to Master's only son, it's a worthy death, hahahaha!"

The murderous look in Crane Biweng's eyes condensed into substance.

He never thought that a mere Wudang disciple would have such courage and character, which is really annoying.

"go to hell!"

The cold air in his hand condensed into substance, He Biweng suddenly struck out a palm, and slashed at Jiang Wuchen.

The power of this palm is appalling, if it really falls, even fine steel can make a mark, even bluestone can be smashed into pieces.

Jiang Wuchen slowly closed his eyes, completely giving up resistance.

However, at this moment, Crane Biweng felt that the hairs on his back were all standing on end, as if he was being targeted by a scourge.

Decades of experience in the rivers and lakes and narrow escapes told him that if he continued to strike this palm, he would probably die.

Crane Biweng chose to trust his own feelings, he retreated abruptly.

In the next second, a simple divine sword pierced through the air and pierced into the open space where Crane Biweng was originally.

Obviously, if He Biweng hadn't dodged just now, this sword would definitely hit him.

"Good boy, how dare you sneak up on this old man," He Biweng narrowed his eyes slightly, emitting strands of dangerous light.

However, after seeing the appearance of the ancient sword clearly, He Biweng smiled.

"Haha, true martial arts sword?"

He had already guessed the identity of the person who came, the young man in the green shirt who was walking towards him was his target - Song Qingshu!

"Good boy, you know I'm here, but you still dare to stay," He Biweng stared at Song Qingshu and said with a smile, "Zhang Sanfeng didn't tell you, if you meet me when you go down the mountain, do you want to run away?"

Song Qingshu looked away from Jiang Wuchen, stared at He Biweng, and said indifferently.

"Master and I have the same temper, and never remember the defeated generals, let alone the apprentices of the defeated generals."

A plain sentence made He Biweng so angry that his seven orifices were smoked.

"Good boy, your mouth is tough enough, but you don't know if you will be tough enough to get angry after all kinds of torture will be added to your body later!"

Seeing Song Qingshu continue to provoke He Biweng, Jiang Wuchen was about to cry.

In other words, this script is wrong!

According to the routines of those storytellers, shouldn’t you run away with tears in your eyes now, and spread my glorious deeds all over the world in the future?

Why is it that I've been working so hard for so long now, but you guys didn't run for your lives, and instead sent you to your door to bicker?

To die!

I have been beaten for so long, is it in vain?

Jiang Wuchen looked bitter and bitter: "Young master, why didn't you escape?"

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes: "Why should I run away?"

Jiang Wuchen's tears were about to come down, and he was moved to tears: "Sect Leader, I've already had a cold poison in my heart, and it's hopeless, there's no need for you to risk yourself for me!"

Song Qingshu sighed: "You think too much, I really don't want to save you, I just want to kill an old dog."

Jiang Wuchen: "..."

He Biweng sneered and said: "Hehe, what a big tone, even if Zhang Laodao is here, I dare not say that I will definitely be able to kill the old man, just rely on you?"

Song Qingshu glanced at He Biweng: "It's the first time I heard someone rushing to become an 'old dog'."

In terms of bickering, He Biweng is no match for Song Qingshu.

After a few words, he was so angry that his seven orifices smoked, and his internal energy went astray, and he spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"I'm so mad, you brat has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I'll see if I don't pull out your teeth!"

Angry in his heart, He Biweng's Xuanming God Palm is even more fierce.

A mass of yin and cold black palm energy condensed in both palms, and struck Song Qingshu directly.

Song Qingshu used the Wudang Ladder Cloud Zong, his figure disappeared in an instant, and appeared on the roof in a vertical leap.

Song Qingshu, who has cultivated Ti Yunzong to a super-perfect state with a single round of lightness kung fu, is unparalleled in the world.

Perhaps in this world, only Zhang Sanfeng and Green Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao can compete with Song Qingshu in terms of speed!

"If you have the ability, don't hide!"

Song Qingshu's speed made He Biweng's pupils shrink, and there was a little more fear in his eyes.

He knew very well that with Song Qingshu's lightness skill, if he wanted to escape, he probably wouldn't be able to stop him.

The three Wudang disciples hurriedly said: "Sect Master, don't fall into this old thief's trap."

"That's right, old thief, how old are you? Why don't you hide from the head when you bully the younger? Seriously shameless!"

"Haha, you are not allowed to hide? Shouldn't you stand still and let you hit me?"

……

The three Wudang disciples kept mocking, until Crane Biweng's face turned blue, and he almost exploded his lungs.

If it wasn't for the fear of Song Qingshu's speed, for fear that he would take the opportunity to sneak attack, He Biweng would have killed the three boys immediately.

Song Qingshu stood proudly on the roof, the domineering look in his eyes became more intense: "Don't hide?"

"Okay, then don't hide!"

A monstrous sword intent was released from his body, straight towards Xiaohan, shattering the clouds, causing Crane Biweng's expression to change suddenly.

"The rumors in Jianghu are true, have you really comprehended the sword intent?"

Soon, this shock turned into a strong killing intent: "Comprehend the sword intent at a young age, and in time, you will become an old Taoist Zhang, so I can't keep you!"

After the [-]% of the skill was completed, He Biweng let out a long whistle, and slashed towards Song Qingshu with both palms.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill him, he didn't intend to keep him alive for interrogation, he just wanted to kill Song Qingshu as soon as possible.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, and the Heaven Swallowing Demon Kungfu was running at full speed.

A mighty black sun rose slowly from behind him, carrying an overbearing aura that engulfed the ages and looked down on the sky.

His right hand is pointing at the sky as a sword.

Sword come!

In an instant, a sword cry pierced the clouds and cracked rocks, resounding through the sky and the earth.

Like the birth of spiritual wisdom, the Zhenwu sword shot up from the ground and turned into a stream of light, which was held in Song Qingshu's hand.

"The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen—Swords open the gate of heaven!"

Song Qingshu flicked his wrist lightly, and the real martial arts sword suddenly turned into hundreds of sword lights, shooting directly at the big acupoints all over He Biweng's body.

At this moment, He Biweng felt that what he was facing was not a rising star of the acquired first level.

He felt like he was facing a sword god.

A peerless sword god who can make people unable to resist and look directly at his sharpness just by relying on his aura!

At this moment, facing Song Qingshu's domineering sword intent.

Crane Biweng seems to understand the battle at Mount Emei 50 years ago.

Why did my own master lose.

Chapter 15

"Even if you comprehend the sword intent, so what? It's just the day after tomorrow, and you can still turn the world upside down!"

Crane Biweng gritted his teeth abruptly, suppressed his uneasiness, his hands became more and more powerful, and attacked Song Qingshu.

The day after tomorrow is nine levels, one step is one level, and the gap between each small realm is quite obvious.

After all, He Biweng was ahead of Song Qingshu by five heavens. At this time, he suppressed the shock in his heart and shot with all his strength, which made Song Qingshu feel a lot of pressure.

If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's possession of the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Art" and the unparalleled purity of the true energy in his body, he would have suffered a great loss at this time.

Of course, there are no ifs in this world.

The fact is, relying on the powerful technique of "Swallowing Heaven Demon Art", Song Qingshu not only made up for the lack of true energy, but also faintly grasped the initiative.

Ordinary Houtian masters, even the existence of Houtian Jiuchongtian, have limited true energy in their bodies.

When they are full of true energy, they may have the strength of a thousand catties, and they can be invincible among thousands of armies.

But after attacking dozens or even tens of moves with full load, their true qi will be exhausted, and their strength will not survive.

This is also the reason why martial arts masters are generally unwilling to face a well-trained elite army.

Among thousands of troops, no matter how powerful a master is, he will be very dangerous.

If one accidentally falls into a tight siege, it is the result of being trapped and exhausted to death.

Although He Biweng is an acquired master of the sixth heaven, his strength far surpasses that of Song Qingshu.

But how can the internal strength mental method of "Xuanming God's Palm" he cultivated, and the speed of recovering true energy compare with "Swallowing Demon Art"?

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.