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Seeing his son who flattered Song Qingshu so quickly, Tang Xun couldn't help but shook his head, and said to Song Qingshu with a wry smile: "Old man Tang Xun, I have met fellow Daoist Song."

The owner of Fengjian Villa also wanted to introduce his master.

After all, if someone with an identity like his master reported himself, his status would be somewhat lowered.

But the old villa owner pushed his apprentice aside, looked at Song Qingshu, and said in a bad tone: "Old man Li Zhan, who has been in seclusion for several years, heard that Fengjian Villa lost two Nascent Soul experts in one day, Come out and have a look."

"It's ridiculous to say, what kind of hero do I think he is, who dares to attack me at Fengjian Villa."

"Now it seems that the golden core is six-fold, heh."

At the end of Li Zhan's speech, he made no secret of the disdain in his tone, and sneered at Song Qingshu.

Being so humiliated, Song Qingshu didn't get angry on the spot, but smiled slightly: "The sixth level of Jindan also kills the strong Nascent Soul."

"The two people in Fengjian Villa are the best example."

"Senior Li Zhan, right?"

Song Qingshu knew very well that he was facing such a strong man.

He couldn't take a step back. Once he took a step back, everyone would think that Song Qingshu had stage fright.

At that time, Song Qingshu will directly face the pursuit of nearly twenty Nascent Soul masters.

Although not to death.

But Song Qingshu might also pay a huge price.

Therefore, Song Qingshu could only be extremely calm and sharp-edged!

Li Zhan looked into Song Qingshu's eyes, wanting to see even a trace of worry and fear.

As long as he saw a trace, he would directly order Song Qingshu to be killed on the spot!

However, Li Zhan only found firmness and arrogance in Song Qingshu's eyes.

Therefore, Li Zhan's sentence of "killing" has been brewing in his chest and abdomen.

I haven't spit it out for a long time...

Tang Xun looked at Song Qingshu's calm manner of talking and laughing, and couldn't help shaking his head, "Killing Yuanying strong is like butchering pigs and dogs, so don't worry about it at all. It seems that I, Tang Mengu, really can't offend this of."

But despite Song Qingshu's extraordinary bravery, among the people present, there were still people whose hands were itching.

Eye sockets are red.

"Old Guzhu, let me try him?"

The old sword master who was silent beside Li Zhan looked at Song Qingshu, feeling very upset, so he spoke directly.

Hearing this, Li Zhan turned his head to look at the old sword master, feeling a little worried:

"This kid is unusual, old sword master, you..."

The old swordsman drew his sword fiercely, and placed it horizontally on the neck, with awe-inspiring righteousness:

"If you don't allow me to go, I will die here!"

Forced with death, this is the favorite method used by women and Taoists.

That's why Li Zhan looks down on women who are twitchy the most.

But when an old man with white hair does the same.

But Li Zhan didn't dare to show a trace of disdain in his heart.

"Old sword master, be careful."

After a long time, Li Zhan couldn't help sighing and said.

Song Qingshu looked at the old sword master who drew his sword and sighed:

"You want to kill me even if you want to die?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying at my hands?"

Chapter 316 The Old Sword Master's Sword

The old swordsman listened to Song Qingshu's crooning, his expression was indifferent:

"Don't think that you are so great just because you killed that unworthy elder of the Black Feather Evil Sect!"

"Song Qingshu, today, I will show you what is called the Sword of Heaven and Man."

Say it.

An extremely sharp sword intent emerged from the eyes of the old sword master, and flew towards Song Qingshu through the air.

The blade cut across the air, making a light buzzing sound.

The shape of the sword is vague, like a sword, more like a stick.

It can be seen from this that this is just a sword swung by the old sword master at will.

But even if it is a sword of heaven and earth swung at will.

But as long as there is even a trace of the power of heaven and earth.

It is by no means an existence that ordinary Golden Core cultivators can contend with.

Before the sword was swung, the intent of the sword had pierced through the air.

This is the pride of the old sword master.

He wanted to kill Song Qingshu in one breath without dirtying the blade.

But the old sword master is proud.

Song Qingshu also has it.

Facing such a casual sword, Song Qingshu was too lazy to draw his sword.

So he just magnified the Hell Terrace and threw it out, smashing the strong sword intent into pieces.

boom!

With a muffled sound.

The old swordsman frowned in extreme unhappiness.

Because he didn't see how the Hell Terrace was cut in half.

He only saw a white line appearing on the platform of hell.

A very light white line...

"You are a good baby, but with foreign objects, it is difficult to be invincible."

"In my opinion, you are able to defeat my disciple of Fengjian Villa just now with these treasures!"

"If there were no foreign objects, Song Qingshu, you would have been the soul of someone else's sword."

The old swordsman looked at the white line on the platform of hell, his face was a little ugly, and he said after a cold snort.

Song Qingshu shrugged, stretched out his hand to erase the white line on the platform of hell, and said with a helpless smile: "Your Excellency, I remember that I never had any grudge against you, right?"

"But you first forced me to kill me with your fate, and then you tried your best to attack my heart of martial arts."

"Every sentence is a sentence that punishes the heart, and the words are words that punish the heart. Can you let me know what you are for?"

Hearing this, the old sword master roared with his eyes wide open:

"Of the two disciples of Fengjian Villa you killed, one is my beloved disciple and the other is my son!"

Song Qingshu was taken aback when he heard the words, then shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly:

"Your Excellency, condolences."

"Although Qing Shu expressed sympathy for your situation, I did nothing wrong."

The old swordsman snorted coldly, glared, and roared like an angry lion: "You said you did nothing wrong? Hahaha, could it be that you are blind!"

"You smashed my son into meat sauce, didn't you see it?"

Of course Song Qingshu saw it.

But he still didn't take it seriously.

In this martial arts world, if you don't kill people, you will die.

This is the truth throughout the ages.

So Song Qingshu still looked indifferent:

"If I don't kill your son or your beloved apprentice, then I will die. Your Excellency, is it wrong to protect yourself?"

When Song Qingshu said this, the old sword master had already raised the sword in his hand.

It's not waiting for the old sword villa to stab the sword of that day.

Song Qingshu's words made him unable to bear to glance at Song Qingshu.

In the eyes, full of contempt:

"What kind of status are you? If you die, you will die!"

"What is my son's identity? Sooner or later, he will become a master of swordsmanship under one person and above ten thousand people!"

"Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of a traitor like you!"

Facing such an unreasonable old stubbornness, Song Qingshu didn't bother to waste any more words.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand behind him, and pulled out the Zixue soft sword that he had just put away.

The sword's edge shone with a cold light, very much like the coldness in Song Qingshu's heart at this moment.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the old sword master who was about to unleash his sword, expressionless:

"If you didn't say that just now, I'll stop there."

"But since you asked, what is my identity? Then I will tell you with a sword!"

Reason with a sword.