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That is, the distance of tens of feet gave Song Qingshu a chance to make a move.

Then Song Qingshu exerted all his strength with both hands, his blue veins bulged, and he slashed the Zixue soft sword towards the old sword master's sword: "Cuilan is chaotic sea, and the sea is full of waves!"

Following Song Qingshu's sword swing.

There seemed to be the roar of sea waves coming from behind Song Qingshu.

Then, the rolling sword intent roared towards the old sword master.

When the pure sword intent of the old sword master slashed at Song Qingshu's wave sword intent.

All the water mist on the waves was chopped into droplets.

The water mist has changed from being extremely fine to invisible to the naked eye.

This is the end.

The sun in the sky became brighter.

The thin iron sword that irradiated also turned into a golden sword.

The powerful and pure aura of swordsmanship has already subtly suppressed Song Qingshu's surging sword power.

The water mist as fine and misty as a cloud was crushed into droplets by the sword's breath.

Those droplets refracted the color of the sun into colorful colors.

As if, Song Qingshu and the old sword master's sword.

Living in the sky, it cut out a magnificent and beautiful rainbow bridge.

Song Qingshu felt that his artistic conception was shaken by this blow, as if he was invincible, so he frowned.

But the old sword master nodded with great satisfaction, his eyes full of smiles.

This is the most powerful sword that the old sword master has used in his life.

This sword contains Fengjian Villa's understanding of the way of the sword.

Contains all his understanding of kendo in his life.

It contains the ultimate killing sword intent that he has killed countless enemies, but always only pays attention to one sword.

The moment when this sword cut through Song Qingshu's Taohai Sword Intent, it was about to cut Song Qingshu's head.

The old sword master let out a deep sigh.

Even someone who is as picky as he is about the way of the sword, couldn't help being moved by this sword.

Because he also felt that his sword was so perfect and pure that it contained only sword intent and nothing else!

Song Qingshu knew he was wrong.

Facing such a sharp sword, Cuilan Chaohai could not stop it.

Because Cuilan Chaos Sea Jue pays attention to random characters, but this sword is so direct that it can't be messed up at all.

But okay.

Song Qingshu is a person who knows his mistakes and will correct them.

Whether it is when there is nothing to do, or the moment of life and death at this time!

So Song Qingshu abandoned the sword with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to grab it violently.

The left hand exerts strength, holds the sword, and swings the sword.

A sword intent that was completely different from before struck out at the old sword master.

The reason why the right hand had to abandon the sword was because the right hand was surrounded by the sword intent of Chaos Sea Jue.

So Song Qingshu had to use his left hand instead, and slashed out his sharpest sword now: "The Great Desolation Over the Mountain, Breaking the Ground and Slashing the Forest!"

Different from Tao Lang's endless sword intent, Song Qingshu's current sword feels a little desolate.

It is like a mountain standing in the desert for tens of thousands of years.

But the iron sword shining with golden light shattered away when it touched the mountain.

The Rainbow Bridge in the sky also shattered into countless droplets.

The colorful droplets covered the eyes of everyone, making them unable to open their eyes.

When the droplets are scattered in the sky.

The thin, black iron sword had returned to the old sword master's right hand.

But the old sword master's right hand, together with his right arm, was cut off and flew five steps away from the old sword master...

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His right arm was chopped off.

The old sword master frowned in pain, stretched out his left hand, and locked the blood on his right arm with his true essence.

Although it was extremely painful physically, the old sword master did not scream out.

Because of the doubts in his heart at this moment, the old sword master could not scream.

After a long time, the old sword master said to Song Qingshu in a very weak tone: "Why?"

Song Qingshu cut out a Great Desolation Overcoming Mountain Jue, and all the true energy in his body was sucked out instantly.

So at this time Song Qingshu's face was very pale.

Pale as a piece of paper that is not stained with dust.

Faced with this problem of the old sword master.

Song Qing also took a few deep breaths, before he managed to catch his breath and said to the old swordsman, "Why are there so many? Your sword is not as good as mine."

The old swordsman shook his head fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot:

"This is impossible!"

"My sword has been so pure that it is like the sword of the sky, how could it be possible for you, a golden core cultivator, to cut through it!"

"You must have used some magic weapon to have such power just now."

Listen to the old sword master's question.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and then took the Zixue soft sword back behind him:

"The sword intent is too pure, although it is like a sword in the sky."

"But, you forgot, we are in the human world. If you ask a question with a sword in the sky, I will answer with a sword in the wilderness!"

"You are in the world, but you want to cut out the sky with a sword, tsk tsk, how unwise?"

Hearing this, the old swordsman's heart trembled, the vitality in his body was lost and disordered, and countless blood was shot out from his right arm with a pop.

But the old sword master didn't have time to feel sorry for himself.

Because he was thinking about what Song Qingshu said just now.

Thinking about the way of swordsmanship that I have adhered to all these years, it seems like it has become a joke.

"Hahaha, hahaha, the answer is a sword in the world?"

Thinking about it, the old sword master laughed out loud in a daze.

And with his burst of laughter, the blood on his right arm gushed out even more uncontrollably.

Soon, the old sword master's face turned ashen, as if he would fall to the ground and die at any moment.

Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing slightly when he saw the old sword master's Taoist heart being damaged and his soul lost.

Then Song Qingshu stepped forward quietly, thinking of healing the old sword master himself.

"Song Daoyou wait a minute!"

Just when Song Qingshu had just taken two steps, even raised his left foot, and hadn't stepped on his right foot yet.

Li Zhan's voice came from hundreds of feet away.

Following the loud bang, Song Qingshu raised his head, saw Li Zhan's figure and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Song Qingshu, you are really strong!"

Li Zhan looked at Song Qingshu, who was pale in front of him, and his footsteps were a bit vain, and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Song Qingshu shrugged noncommittally:

"It's okay, one sword almost exhausted my vitality."

"With the remaining vitality, if you want to kill me, I'm afraid you'll have to force me to get away."

Hearing this, Li Zhan couldn't help but sneered, and then shook his head with a strong sense of self-deprecation.

From this moment on, Li Zhan no longer had the urge to draw his sword to stab Song Qingshu.

Because he was not sure if he could stab Song Qingshu to death with a single sword.

And Li Zhan began to worry whether he would be stabbed to death by Song Qingshu.

After sighing, Li Zhan turned his head, with a ball of clear light attached to his hand, and lightly wiped at the gushing arm of the old swordsman.

In an instant, the broken part of the old sword master's arm became crystal clear like jade, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

The spouting plasma stopped instantly and stopped flowing.

"You have taught swordsmanship in Fengjian Villa for 83 years, and no one in Fengjian Villa can cut a sword like yours."

"Old sword master, it is my honor to see that you can cut such a perfect sword, and it is also the pride of Fengjian Villa."

Li Zhan looked at the right arm of the old swordsman who had been chopped off by Song Qingshu and flew several steps away, was silent for a while, and then sighed.

The old sword master's face was pale, he lowered his head, a little embarrassed:

"I am in the world, but I am proud and complacent with the sword in the sky, old Guzhu, I am ashamed of you."

Li Zhan shook his head, turned around to look at Song Qingshu, and turned his back to the old sword master: "Where is there any guilt or guilt? In the journey of martial arts, someone asked the sky with a sword."

"Someone is holding a sword to invite the bright moon."