Song Qingshu was glad. It seemed that Dongfang Bubai did not have full confidence in the battle on the night of the full moon. Otherwise, he would not have been so easily tricked into revealing his true gender.
After sorting out his thoughts, Song Qingshu said, "Feng Qingyang's famous ultimate skill was the Solitary Nine Swords, but now he does not use any of the Solitary Nine Swords … Miss Dongfang, Song Mou has said all I have to say. I will take my leave now."
After watching Song Qingshu leave, Dongfang Bubai's expression changed. He looked up at the sky and thought, "Winning with no moves?"
Song Qingshu did not think that his actions were harmful to Feng Qingyang. Experts of this level should have a fair duel. He was just bringing the two of them back to the same starting point.
After a few days of eating and sleeping outdoors in the trees, Song Qingshu finally waited for the night of the full moon. Looking at the two women who were disguised as imperial guards, he could not help but exhort, "You two are too handsome and too eye-catching. Follow behind me and try not to talk. Otherwise, if people hear you, it will be hard not to be suspicious. "
Xia Qingqing had a lot on her mind and nodded casually. Li Yuanzhi, on the other hand, suppressed the excitement in her heart and nodded vigorously.
Noticing the joy in Li Yuanzhi's eyes, compared to Xia Qingqing's troubled look, Song Qingshu could not help but sigh in his heart, "What a carefree girl …"
These few days, Doron and Song Qingshu were extremely busy. Today was the day of the duel. The two of them had stationed a large number of troops at each palace gate and increased the number of patrolling guards by several times.
"Brother Song!" In the distance, Doron's eyes lit up when he saw Song QingShu. He quickly pulled him to the side, sneakily glanced around, and asked in a low voice, "Who do you think has a higher chance of winning tonight's battle?"
Song Qingshu looked at him in shock, "Both of them are peerless experts. No one can guess before they fight."
Doron laughed, "Brother Song, we are all on the same side. I will show you a way to get rich."
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly asked, "Please give me some pointers, Big Brother."
Dolong looked around again to make sure that no one was eavesdropping before he said, "Although Sect Master Dongfang is publicly acknowledged as the number one expert in the Great Qing Dynasty, the martial arts in our Great Qing Dynasty are relatively sparse after all. The people in the Wulin world of other countries will think that Sect Master Dongfang is not worthy of his name."
"Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, is different. He became famous even earlier. Decades ago, he was a legend in the Central Plains, where martial arts were flourishing. Therefore, many people in the martial arts world thought that Feng Qingyang would win."
"The bankers in the capital have long seen the business opportunity and have opened bets for the two of them. Those who bet on Feng Qingyang's victory will pay two to one, and those who bet on Cult Master Dongfang's victory will pay three to one. If the two of them are unable to determine a victor before daybreak, even if it's a draw, those who bet on a draw will also pay three to one."
"Oh?" Song Qingshu raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the ancient gambling industry to be so developed. He quickly asked, "Which side should I bet on, Brother Duo?"
"Hehe," Dolong smiled strangely, "Brother Song, this is the trick I was talking about in Chapter 111 of the gambling house
It's your chance to get rich. "
"What do you mean?" Song Qingshu looked at him in confusion.
"The people from the other countries naturally think that Feng Qingyang will win. Even if many people have doubts, they will only guard against the two of them fighting to a draw. Cult Master Dongfang is generally not favored. If we bet a large sum of money on Cult Master Dongfang to win, won't we be able to make a huge profit?" The more Dolong spoke, the more excited he became. Even his breathing quickened.
Song Qingshu frowned when he heard this. "Are you so sure that Cult Master Dongfang will win?"
"This is the key!" Dolong said excitedly. "Today, the Emperor specially sent me to inform you to help Cult Master Dongfang in the dark."
Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment before he reacted. Invincible Dongfang was now the number one expert under Kangxi. Kangxi naturally didn't want him to be injured. Therefore, it was normal for him to help Invincible Dongfang win at all costs …
But Song Qingshu didn't want to get involved in this mess. Looking at Xia Qingqing in the distance, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly at Dolong and said, "Brother Dolong, with Feng Qingyang and Cult Master Dongfang's martial arts, how can I help them? Besides, even if I help them, there are so many martial artists outside the palace watching from high places. How can the bet count? "
Dolong hesitated for a moment, then looked at Song Qingshu and said, "Brother Song, I only said this because I thought you were one of us. The Emperor has already given his order. If you disobey the order, and the result of the competition is not what the Emperor wants to see, when the Emperor gets angry, even Lord Wei won't be able to save you."
Seeing that Song Qingshu's face didn't look good, Dolong continued, "Besides, now many princes, dukes, and ministers have heard the news and bet a lot of money. If Cult Master Dongfang loses in the end, they will lose everything … Even if the Emperor is magnanimous and doesn't blame Brother Song, you won't be able to continue to stand in the court … As for the problem of deceiving people, Brother Song's martial arts are so high that it shouldn't be a problem for you."
"Well, Song Mou will try his best." Song Qingshu's face was solemn as he turned around and left.
"Brother Song, you don't have to worry. As long as Sect Master Dongfang wins, everyone has left a gift for you." Hearing the voice behind him, Song QingShu smiled bitterly and waved his hand casually to indicate that he understood.
Seeing him come back, Xia Qingqing asked in confusion, "What did Dolong say to you?"
"Nothing. It's about the safety of the Forbidden City tonight." Song Qingshu didn't dare to tell her the truth. He grinned and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "Let's patrol the other places first."
"I didn't expect that I could watch the battle between the two top masters at a close distance today. When I go back, I'll tell my master. Among the three of them, Li Yuanzhi was probably the only one who had a detached attitude toward tonight's battle.
"Brother Song, you've fought with both of them. Do you think Grand Martial Uncle Feng can win tonight?" Xia Qingqing's face was full of worry as she pulled Song Qingshu and asked quietly.
"Senior Feng's martial arts realm is higher, and Invincible East moves faster. Both of them have their own advantages and disadvantages, and their comprehensive strength is very close.
If it's a fair duel, the two should have a fifty-fifty chance of winning. But during our trip to Mount Hua, Senior Feng has already learned some of Invincible East's characteristics from me. Speaking of which, his chance of winning should be higher … "
Song Qingshu could only lie to her. In his heart, he was thinking that it was fine if he secretly sent a message to Invincible East, but he couldn't help Invincible East tonight no matter what. Otherwise, how could Qingqing forgive him?
But he couldn't directly disobey the decree. What a headache. Song Qingshu shook his head in irritation.
The three of them unknowingly came to the training ground. When the hostages saw Song Qingshu walk over, they all stopped practicing and went up to greet him.
Song Qingshu waved his hand and said, "I believe you all know about tonight's duel. To ensure the safety of the palace, the palace will be especially guarded tonight. You're not official guards yet, so you can't walk out of this courtyard tonight … It's just a duel. Why do you all look like you've eaten arsenic? "
Li Yuanzhi, who was standing behind Song Qingshu, couldn't help but turn pale when she saw the appearance of one of the people in the field. Chapter 112: An Unparalleled Battle
A few people in the field had clearly seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu, which was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, most of Song Qingshu's thoughts were on tonight's plan, so he didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this for now. I've specially come to give you a reminder so that you don't lose your life in confusion. I still have other places to go, so I'll be leaving first. "Song Qingshu waved his hand carelessly and turned to walk out.
"Farewell, my lord!" The group bowed.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she couldn't help but turn her head to size up a young man in the field, her eyes filled with pleading. When she saw him shake his head with a determined expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, her spirit had already turned into one of absent-mindedness.
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song QingShu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi as he suddenly felt that his ears had quietened down.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi looked a little flustered and said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song Qingshu looked at her in puzzlement, but he knew that girls were famous for their unpredictable thoughts. He couldn't be bothered to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to think about tonight's plan.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu still hadn't come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a wide red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take one step at a time and act according to the circumstances."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, allowing many people to see the cult master of the evil cult for the first time, who made all the righteous people in the world tremble in fear. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was actually a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's face was as calm as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu was deep in thought and also looked in the direction of Dongfang Bubai's gaze. He saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon and slowly become bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was wearing a green robe and standing on a sword, riding the wind and stepping on the moon. His white hair shone under the moonlight, making him look even more sage-like.
"Sword flight? How is that possible?! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed and his thoughts raced. 'Is this really a martial arts world? How can there be sword flight in a martial arts world? This isn't scientific. I must have come to the wrong place.'
Sure enough, there was a series of gasps from outside the palace, as if there was an uproar.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction wasn't as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed several feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. In the past, you single-handedly fought against the Sun Moon Cult's first cult master and ten elders. I, Dongfang, have really admired you for a long time."
A faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face when the other party reminded him of some old memories.
There were a few people in the field who had seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu, which was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, Song Qingshu's mind was mostly focused on tonight's plan and didn't notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this for now. I've specially come to remind you so that you don't lose your life carelessly. I still have other places to go, so I'll take my leave first. "Song Qingshu waved his hand casually and turned to walk out.
"Farewell, my lord!" The group of people bowed and said.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she couldn't help but turn her head to size up a young man in the field. Her eyes were filled with pleading, but when she saw him shake his head with a resolute expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, her spirits had already turned from high spirits to absent-mindedness.
"Li girl, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song Qingshu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually when he suddenly felt that the surroundings had quietened down a little.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi's expression was a little flustered, and she said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her in confusion. However, he knew that a girl's thoughts had always been known for being unpredictable, and he couldn't be bothered to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to ponder about tonight's plan.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu still hadn't come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a loose red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take one step at a time and act according to the circumstances."
Unknowingly, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai's body, allowing many people to see clearly for the first time this Cult Master of the Evil Cult, who caused all the righteous people in the world to tremble in fear. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was actually a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's expression was as calm as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu seemed to be deep in thought. He followed Dongfang Bubai's gaze and saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon. It slowly became bigger and bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu couldn't help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in green and stood on a sword. He rode the wind and stepped on the moon. His head of white hair shone under the moonlight, accentuating his sage-like demeanor.
"Sword flight? How is that possible! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed. His thoughts raced: Is this really a Wuxia world? How can there be sword flight in a Wuxia world? This is not scientific. I must have come to the wrong place.
As expected, there was a series of gasps from outside the palace, as if a commotion had broken out.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed dozens of feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. In the past, you used your own strength to fight against my Sun Moon Cult's Ren Leader and the Ten Elders. I, Dongfang, have admired you for a long time."
A faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face when the other party reminded him of some of the past.
There were a few people who had seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, which was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, most of Song Qingshu's thoughts were on tonight's countermeasure, so he did not notice the abnormality in the scene.
"That's it for now. I've specially come to remind you, lest you lose your lives in confusion. I still have other places to go, so I'll take my leave first. "Song Qingshu waved his hand casually, turned around and walked out.
"Farewell, my lord!" The group of people saluted one after another.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she could not help but turn around to size up a young man in the scene. Her eyes were filled with pleading, but when she saw him shake his head with a determined expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, her spirits had already turned from high spirits to absent-minded.
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song QingShu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi as he suddenly felt that his ears had quietened down.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi's expression was a little panicked, and she said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song QingShu gave her a puzzled look, but he knew that a girl's mind had always been unpredictable, and he was too lazy to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song QingShu began to ponder about tonight's strategy.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu had not come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a wide red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take one step at a time and act according to circumstances."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai's body, allowing many people to see the cult master of the evil sect for the first time clearly. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's face was as calm as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu was deep in thought. He followed Dongfang Bubai's gaze and saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon. It slowly became bigger and bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was wearing a green robe and standing on a sword. He rode the wind and stepped on the moon. His white hair shone under the moonlight, making him look even more like an immortal.
"Flying on a sword? How is that possible?! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed. His thoughts raced. 'Is this really a martial arts world? How can there be flying on a sword in a martial arts world? This is not scientific. I must have come to the wrong place.'
Sure enough, there was a gasp from outside the palace. It was as if there was an uproar.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed several feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. In the past, you fought against the first cult master and ten elders of the Sun Moon God Sect alone. I, Dongfang, have admired you for a long time."
A faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face when the other party reminded him of some old memories.
There were a few people who had seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly. That was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, Song Qingshu's mind was mostly focused on the plan for tonight. He did not notice the abnormality in the scene.
"Let's do this for now. I've come to remind you so that you don't lose your life in confusion. I have other places to go. I'll take my leave first. "Song Qingshu waved his hand casually and turned to walk out.
"Farewell, milord!" The group bowed and said.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she could not help but turn her head to size up a young man in the scene. Her eyes were filled with pleading. When she saw him shake his head with a resolute expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, she had already gone from high spirits to absent-mindedness.
"Li girl, why did you stop chattering all of a sudden?" Song Qingshu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually when he suddenly felt that the surroundings had quietened down a little.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi's expression was a little flustered. She said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song Qingshu looked at her in confusion. However, he knew that a young girl's mind had always been unpredictable. He could not be bothered to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to ponder about the plan for tonight.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu had not come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a loose red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take one step at a time and act according to the circumstances."
Unknowingly, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai's body, allowing many people to see the cult leader of the Evil Cult clearly for the first time. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was actually a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's expression was as calm as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu seemed to be deep in thought. He followed Dongfang Bubai's gaze and saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon. It slowly grew bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in green. He stood on a treasured sword and rode the wind and moon to come here. His head of white hair shone under the moonlight, accentuating his sage-like demeanor.
"Sword flight? How is that possible! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed. His thoughts raced: Is this really a martial arts world? How can there be sword flight in a martial arts world? This is not scientific. I must have come to the wrong place.
As expected, there was a series of gasps from outside the palace, as if an uproar had broken out.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed dozens of feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. In the past, you single-handedly fought against the Ren Sect Leader and the Ten Elders of the Sun Moon God Cult. I, Dongfang, have admired you for a long time."
A faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face when the other party reminded him of some old memories.
A few people in the field had seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly, which was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, most of Song Qingshu's thoughts were on the countermeasure for tonight, so he did not notice the abnormality in the field.
"That's it for now. I've specially come to remind you, lest you lose your lives in confusion. I still have other places to go, so I'll take my leave first. "Song Qingshu casually waved his hand and turned to walk out.
"Farewell, my lord!" The group of people bowed and said.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she could not help but turn her head to size up a young man in the field. Her eyes were filled with pleading, but when she saw him shake his head with a determined expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, her spirits had already turned from high spirits to absent-mindedness.
"Girl Li, why did you suddenly stop chattering?" Song QingShu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi as he suddenly felt that his ears had quietened down.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi's expression was a little panicked, and she said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song QingShu gave her a puzzled look, but he knew that a girl's mind had always been unpredictable, and he was too lazy to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song QingShu began to ponder about tonight's strategy.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu had not come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a wide red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take it one step at a time and act according to the circumstances."
Before they knew it, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai, allowing many people to see the cult master of the evil sect for the first time clearly. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's face was as dark as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu was deep in thought. He followed Dongfang Bubai's gaze and saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon. It slowly became bigger and bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was wearing a green robe and standing on a sword, riding the wind and stepping on the moon. His white hair shone under the moonlight, making him look even more like an immortal.
"Sword flight? How is that possible?! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed. His thoughts raced, 'Is this really a martial arts world? How can there be sword flight in a martial arts world? This doesn't make sense. I must have come to the wrong place.'
Sure enough, there was a series of gasps from outside the palace, as if a commotion had broken out.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed several feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. Back then, you used your own strength to fight against the Sun Moon Sect's first cult master and ten elders. I, Dongfang, have admired you for a long time."
A faint sadness appeared on Feng Qingyang's face when the other party reminded him of some old memories.
A few people in the field had seen Li Yuanzhi behind Song Qingshu clearly. That was why their expressions were so unnatural. However, Song Qingshu's mind was mostly focused on the plan for tonight. He did not notice the abnormality in the field.
"Let's do this for now. I've specially come to remind you so that you don't lose your life carelessly. I still have other places to go. I'll take my leave first. "Song Qingshu waved his hand casually and turned to walk out.
"Farewell, milord!" The group bowed and said.
Li Yuanzhi followed behind Song Qingshu. There were a few times when she could not help but turn her head to size up a young man in the field. Her eyes were filled with pleading. When she saw him shake his head with a resolute expression, she could only leave helplessly. However, her spirits had already turned from high spirits to absent-mindedness.
"Li girl, why did you stop chattering all of a sudden?" Song Qingshu raised his head to look at Li Yuanzhi and asked casually when he suddenly felt that the surroundings had quietened down a little.
"Ah, did I?" Li Yuanzhi's expression was a little flustered. She said with an unnatural expression, "I didn't chatter."
Song Qingshu glanced at her in confusion. However, he knew that a young girl's thoughts had always been unpredictable. He could not be bothered to guess what Li Yuanzhi was thinking … Lowering his head, Song Qingshu began to ponder about the plan for tonight.
Unfortunately, even until night fell, Song Qingshu had not come up with a perfect plan. Looking at Dongfang Bubai, who was dressed in a loose red robe and stood on the yellow glazed roof tiles of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "I'll take one step at a time and act according to the circumstances."
Unknowingly, a bright moon had risen into the sky. The gentle moonlight shone on Dongfang Bubai's body, allowing many people to see the cult leader of the Evil Cult clearly for the first time. When they saw that Dongfang Bubai was actually a young and handsome man who looked like a married woman, the martial artists outside the palace were all shocked.
Dongfang Bubai's expression was as calm as water. He stood with his hands behind his back against the wind and stared at the center of the moon.
Song Qingshu seemed to be deep in thought. He followed Dongfang Bubai's gaze and saw a small black dot appear in the bright moon. It slowly grew bigger. When he saw it clearly, Song Qingshu could not help but be shocked.
It turned out that Feng Qingyang was dressed in green. He stood on a treasured sword and rode the wind and moon to come here. His head of white hair shone under the moonlight, accentuating his sage-like demeanor.
"Sword Kinesis Flight? How is that possible! " Song Qingshu's mind seemed to have crashed. His thoughts raced: Is this really a martial arts world? How can there be sword kinesis flight in a martial arts world? This is not scientific. I must have come to the wrong place.
As expected, there was a gasp from outside the palace. It was as if there was an uproar.
A hint of surprise flashed across Dongfang Bubai's face, but his reaction was not as exaggerated as Song Qingshu and the others. Seeing that Feng Qingyang had landed several feet away, he smiled faintly and said, "Mister Feng's swordsmanship is divine. In the past, you single-handedly fought against the Sun Moon Cult's first cult leader and ten elders. I, Dongfang, have admired you for a long time."
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