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The long sword stuck in the rock, the short sword that slumped to the ground, the soft sword that disappeared without knowing where to go, and the square sword that pierced the Lingxi mountain wall.

Finally, he looked at the purple blood soft sword in Song Qingshu's hand that was covered with rain and dew.

Sigh and sigh and sigh.

Scene after scene of conjectures came to mind.

Fly from the five swords to the front.

Until Song Qingshu drew out four swords in succession and threw out a hell platform.

Such a dangerous scene, in the eyes of Li Zhan and Tang Xun, is naturally extremely long.

However, in reality, less than a breath of time has actually passed.

The grain slipped from the hem of Song Qingshu's clothes and fell into the air, turning into little drops of glazed water.

Until now, it has just dripped to the ground.

Zhou Fang looked at the turbid flower that a drop of raindrops was gradually rising on the pebbles.

Feel something, think something.

After a long time, Zhou Fang smiled self-deprecatingly at himself, and then applauded.

The other four people with the same confused expression looked at Zhou Fang and applauded. After a little hesitation, they also clapped their palms.

Li Zhan looked at this scene, smiled wryly, and immediately applauded Song Qingshu.

"Swordsmen are the most proud group of people in the world."

"Even if they lose to the enemy in strength, it is impossible to relax the sword in their hands."

"With the sword in your hand forever, it is naturally impossible to applaud."

"You may hear the dumb voice and see the blind man drawing, but you cannot see the clapping of the swordsman or hear the applause."

"At least, I have lived for more than 200 years, and this is the first time I have seen and heard it."

Tang Xun pinched his chin lightly, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered to the three people around him.

Seeing this scene, the three pavilion masters of Tangmen Valley no longer dared to look down on Song Qingshu, so they could only be silent and indifferent.

Song Qingshu looked at the scene of the five people applauding him, and the indifference on his lips melted a little, with a hint of a smile: "The five swords each have their strengths and weaknesses."

"But in the matter of swordsmanship, there is no invincibility in the first place. Today, the five lost to me, and the defeat is not unfair."

When Zhou Fang heard this, the smile on his lips dissipated with endless bitterness:

"Song Daoyou, I never believe in geniuses."

"I think the so-called genius is just that the sword is more powerful and sharper when swinging the sword."

"But today, with your ghostly swords, the strongest sword of the few of us was chopped off in one breath."

"So, I really have to admire you, you are a swordsman genius..."

Hearing this, the indifference on Song Qingshu's face completely turned into joy:

"Haha, Zhou Daoyou is serious. Qing Shu is just a little faster than others when dancing swords. There is nothing to say."

"By the way, the two joint matters..."

Don't wait for Song Qingshu to finish speaking.

Zhou Fang raised his head and said solemnly:

"But the five of us still have to ask for advice!"

Chapter 333 Five Swords and Ten Thousand Swords

The swordsman abandoned his dignity, and was surprised by Song Qingshu's few sword strikes just now, so he chose to bow and sigh.

So Tang Xun lived for 200 years, and for the first time heard the sound of swordsmen clapping their palms and applauding.

But Song Qingshu never thought of it.

Although the five people in front of them have already worshiped and recognized their own strength.

The swords in the hands of the five people did not know where they fell.

But they still didn't let go of the sword in their hearts.

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

"Is this oral dissatisfaction?"

"It's not that Qingshu is rude, you five people and five swordsmen are not my one-on-one enemies, so don't embarrass yourself."

Zhou Fang shook his head indifferently, cupped his fists at Song Qingshu, and composed respectfully:

"Song Daoyou said that the few sword strikes you just made have already convinced the five of us."

"Since it is obedience, then it is natural to be a person who is sincerely convinced and does not agree with what he says."

"Don't talk about the peak of swordsmanship, even the swordsmanship is impossible to get started."

Hearing this, Song Qingshu played with a smile:

"In that case, why don't you abandon the sword and chat?"

"We can chant the breeze and the moon and laugh and talk about business, or get drunk and lie in the sky together."

"At the very least, I have no interest in chopping your swords apart."

After saying that, Song Qingshu inserted the Purple Blood Soft Sword into the scabbard behind his back.

Immediately, Song Qingshu stood proudly without saying a word, looking at the five people in front of him who were editing for him.

There was a faint cold light in Song Qingshu's eyes, like the waning moon deep in the thick clouds.

The photo made Zhou Fang's five people feel cold.

Just like a lone wolf hidden in the deep forest.

The hearts of the five people in Zhou Fang trembled.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a long time.

After a long time.

Zhou Fang's helpless voice reached Song Qingshu's ears just now:

"Song Daoyou, most people who hold swords have their own arrogance in their hearts."

"I was defeated by Hongchen with a sword before, and I surrender."

"A heavy sword is frightened by a stone platform, I respect you."

"A deft sword was chopped off, a Xiongqi sword was thrown away, and Ling Lie's sword intent was cut to the ground. I am a genius."

"Yes, the five of us still have one sword, please teach me, Fellow Daoist Song."

Song Qingshu's eyes lit up when he heard this patiently.

Because he just launched Sweep.

But he couldn't see even a trace of cruelty in Zhou Fang's eyes.

In Zhou Fang's eyes.

What Song Qingshu saw was admiration, helplessness, and composure after knowing that he was invincible.

This is enough to prove that Zhou Fang's attitude really just wants to compete with Song Qingshu.

Moreover, in Zhou Fang's eyes, Song Qingshu also saw the hope of victory.

This is enough to prove.

The sword that Zhou Fang slashed next should be quite interesting.

That's why Song Qingshu didn't immediately raise the Zixue soft sword behind his back to hack Zhou Fang to death.

Although he did have this plan before three breaths...

However, looking at Zhou Fang's sincere writing, clear eyes.

Song Qingshu still nodded, and said with a light smile:

"Can!"

Zhou Fang smiled lightly and said:

"Thank you Song Daoyou!"

After saying that, the five people headed by Zhou Fang squeezed their swords lightly, and summoned the five swords scattered all over the place to their hands.

Each of the five held their own swords, and hope appeared in their eyes again.

As long as the sword is in hand.

Kill all the heroes in the world!

The dignity and belief of a swordsman are something worthy of admiration no matter which world of immortality he is in.

Song Qingshu thought so.

So when the five people scattered in their five directions and formed a rather mysterious sword formation.

Song Qingshu didn't raise Zixue Soft Sword and cut through the sword array directly, and then hacked five people to death.

He just stood quietly in the middle of the sword formation.

Watching the mysterious lines of swordsmanship slowly piece together into a complete line under his feet.

He just quietly watched the lines slowly glow, and then exude a lingering sword intent far surpassing that of the fifth-level Nascent Soul.

"The next sword is quite interesting, what's the name?"

Song Qingshu looked at the formation that exuded sword intent under his feet, raised his toes slightly, stepped on them lightly, and asked with a smile.

"Sword of Heaven!"

Veins popped up on Zhou Fang's forehead, the sword in his hand was clenched tightly, the tiger's mouth was slightly cracked, and blood flowed from the palm.