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Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and the indifference on his face faded a bit.

But the banter in the smile on Song Qingshu's mouth is still very conspicuous: "Since you didn't think about blocking the union of the two sects."

"Then I have a question."

"Are you standing here to see the scenery?"

"If you don't give me a reason, then I don't mind letting you accompany Tang Mo to see the scenery."

That's all.

Behind Song Qingshu, an ancient sword seemed to appear in a trance.

The blade is as sharp as snow.

The sword clanged like thunder.

Thick as mountains.

It is as dense as rain and fog.

Such an ancient sword.

Such a boundless sword intent.

Even an old sword master cannot possess such sword intent.

But the old sword master is already a Nascent Soul triple strong.

There is such a terrifying sword intent, but it is not too unexpected.

But look back at Song Qingshu.

Now he has never even seen the threshold of the Ninth Layer of Golden Core, let alone comprehended the Dao of Heaven and Earth like a strong Nascent Soul.

But although he has never realized the profoundness of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

But now behind him is the ancient sword exuding infinite power.

However, Li Zhan, who had already entered the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul, felt a little tingling in his scalp.

"Song Qingshu, you are indeed a pervert. In less than half a month, your strength has grown exponentially."

"If it was said that half a month ago, I still had a [-]% chance of killing you."

"Then after half a month, you have a [-]% chance to kill me."

"Half a month... oh."

Li Zhan looked at the ups and downs of the ancient sword intent looming behind Song Qingshu.

First stunned.

The sword in the scabbard trembled a little.

Then Li Zhan sighed deeply, then lowered his head, unwilling to look at the sword behind Song Qingshu again.

Li Zhan is a man who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in this world.

He is the emperor of kendo, with his proudest dignity.

But Song Qingshu's sword.

But Li Zhan, the emperor, felt that the simple crown on his head was shaking a bit.

In order not to shake my heart.

Li Zhan chose not to look at Song Qingshu's sword.

The emperors of kendo all chose this way.

Not to mention the five swordsmen who are much weaker than Li Zhan.

Listening to Song Qingshu's wild words, they originally wanted to yell at something.

But looking at the simple sword intent behind Song Qingshu.

The yelling and cursing that came to their lips were swallowed alive by them.

After struggling, one of the five people had a very forced smile on his face: "We are standing here not to see the scenery, but there is something we want to say to Fellow Daoist Song."

Song Qingshu frowned upon hearing this:

"What?"

The man then smiled:

"The old sword master taught the sword of heaven and man for 80 years in Fengjian Villa."

"The pure sword intent condensed in 80 years is no match for you."

"Song Daoyou only used one sword that day, and chopped the old sword master into a useless person."

"It's so powerful, after the five of us heard the words, we couldn't help but ask for advice."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu raised a smile at the corner of his mouth:

"Is that so? That is indeed understandable, so what kind of challenge do the five of you want to do?"

The man on the far right among the five stood out proudly.

I saw him put his two fingers together, holding a thick short sword with Qi.

The sword trembled slightly in the air, and there were bursts of wind breaking in the air:

"Of course the five of us go together!"

The man in the middle also put his fingers together, holding a slender sword:

"Song Daoyou, you are too strong. If the five of us don't gather together, we may not be able to defeat you."

That's all.

The other three people didn't talk nonsense anymore, they held their swords together and threw all their swords in the air.

A light and soft sword swings like a spirit snake in the mountain wind

A square gentleman's sword, under the scorching sun, the cold edge of the sword shines like thunder.

An ordinary rusty iron sword trembled softly against the backdrop of the other four swords.

Like a five-sword emperor!

Song Qingshu has always dealt with enemies like this.

Strategically ignored, tactically valued.

So although Song Qingshu looked down on these five swordsmen who shot together from the bottom of his heart.

But when the five swords with different shapes and sword movements are floating in the air.

Song Qingshu looked at the five swords very seriously.

After a while, Song Qingshu nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile:

"Although the dagger is short, its strength lies in its thickness. It has the power to guard against others."

"Although the long sword is long, it lacks in dexterity. It blindly pursues killing the enemy but ignores the word defense."

"Although the soft sword is soft, it is defeated by Ling Lie. How can a sword flower that can be thrown at will kill the enemy?"

"Although the Fang sword is majestic, it is a pity that it is practical. A sword that is too gorgeous and solemn can only be an accessory."

"Only this broken sword... is still worth seeing."

Song Qingshu also studied swordsmanship among the Heavenly Emperors.

So the five flying swords in front of Song Qingshu's eyes were like a ridiculous joke to him.

Besides the broken sword, Song Qing also felt a little tricky.

But Song Qingshu saw through all the shortcomings of other swords.

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Even if Song Qingshu saw through so many things.

The five swordsmen in front of him still had fearless smiles on their faces.

"Song Daoyou, it's really interesting. My short sword is known as the most useless sword, but you still have such a high evaluation?"

"Hmph, is it possible that my Sifang Gentleman's sword is really so unbearable? Song Qingshu, have you said it before?"

"The long sword lacks flexibility...? Fellow Daoist Song, thank you for your enlightenment."

The few people in front of Song Qingshu listened to Song Qingshu pick out the faults of his swordsmanship one by one.

Not only did they not panic, but you talked about the shortcomings of your swordsmanship.

It seemed that Song Qingshu didn't know where his weakness was.

To them, it's just an irrelevant thing.

Song Qingshu looked at the calmness of the few of them, and frowned in confusion:

"Obviously all the weaknesses are mastered by me, aren't you afraid?"

heard.

The five people stopped their activity of discussing issues:

"What are you afraid of?"

Song Qingshu's eyes are indifferent:

"The sword destroys people."

"You're really not afraid?"

As soon as this remark came out, the five people in front of Song Qingshu fell into silence again.

After a long time, the voice that responded to Song Qingshu's question rang in Song Qingshu's ear.

In response to this question, there was a shout, and a soft cry from the edge of a sword passing through the air: "The former owner of Changhong Villa, Zhou Fang! Please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Song!"

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