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In his previous life, Song Qingshu was used to the computer special effects in movies and TV shows. Naturally, he was not satisfied with holding a sword in his hand and using some rigid swordsmanship. Instead, he wanted to make the sword fly like in various Xianxia TV shows. He did not say that he could behead someone from a thousand miles away like Mister Emptiness in Journey to the West, but he wanted to control his sword in the air like Yi Tian Xing in Young Zhang Sanfeng.
? Although he could not control eight swords at the same time like Yi Tian Xing, it was not a problem to control one sword. However, there was a limit to the distance of control. Now, he could only control the sword within a distance of five feet from his body. If it was any further, the swordsmanship would be messy and not threatening at all. At this distance, he could perfectly control the wooden sword with his Real Qi and use exquisite swordsmanship. At the same time, he could also use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms with both hands.
In fact, it was somewhat similar to Zhou Botong's Two Hands Mutual Fighting. He could also multitask. When the enemy fought with him, it was as if they were facing two Song Qingshu. One used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to fight the enemy head-on, while the other moved around and waited for an opportunity to attack with the exquisite Five Mountain Divine Sword. Moreover, the one controlling the wooden sword was not a real person. Therefore, the wooden sword could attack from all kinds of unimaginable angles, making it impossible to guard against.
When the people of the Red Flower Society rushed over, the weaker ones were directly forced out by the sword energy and palm wind. They could not even enter the battle circle. In the end, those who could fight with Song Qingshu were only Tian Hong, Tian Jing, Huang Mei Monk, Yu Wanting, Chen Jialuo, Taoist Wu Chen, and Wen Tai Lai.
The more they fought, the more frightened they became. It was obvious that several experts were besieging one person, but when they fought, it was as if dozens of Song Qingshu were besieging them. The opponent's palms were fine. Although the palm technique was exquisite and fierce, it was after all traceable. With seven against one, when one of them was in danger, the others would attack Song Qingshu and force him to withdraw his palms to defend. However, the wooden sword was too elusive. It was difficult to predict from which angle it would drill out next time.
Not long after, their bodies were riddled with wounds, most of which were caused by the wooden sword.
The more Wen Tailai fought, the more aggrieved he became. The hatred he had for Song Qingshu made him disregard everything and use his body as bait, wanting to use his flesh and blood to clamp that wooden sword. However, when Song Qingshu designed this move, he had already calculated his enemy's reaction. Seeing that Wen Tailai wanted to take it head-on, Song Qingshu smiled coldly and directly controlled the wooden sword to shoot over. A trace of blood blossomed from his waist and abdomen. Wen Tailai roared and put his palms together, wanting to seize the opportunity to grab the wooden sword. Who would have thought that the Rushing Thunder Hand that could split stone would touch the sword's body. Immediately, a burst of sharp pain was transmitted. He did not think that the sword would be covered with a layer of swift and fierce sword qi. His palms immediately became badly mutilated.
While Song Qingshu was distracted, the yellow-browed monk used his Vajra Finger to poke at Song Qingshu's chest. In his expectation, this move of his was right when Song Qingshu's old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not been generated. The only thing that Song Qingshu could do was to try his best to reduce the degree of injury. Who would have thought that Song Qingshu would suddenly disappear in front of his eyes. The yellow-browed monk could not help but stare blankly when his confident strike hit empty air.
"Watch your step!" A cry of alarm came from the side, but it was too late. Song Qingshu used the Snake Form Flipping Cat Movement Technique to roll over on the ground and took the opportunity to circulate his true qi to summon the wooden sword to attack the yellow-browed monk.
The hamstring was removed.
The yellow-browed monk was, after all, an expert who had been famous for a long time. In the face of danger, he hurriedly dodged to the side. Even though he avoided the misfortune of having his hamstring crippled, a few of his toes were still cut off by the swift and fierce sword qi. Song Qingshu took the opportunity to crash into his chest and punched him in the chest.
Seeing the yellow-browed monk spit out blood and retreat, Song Qingshu secretly sighed in pity. If it were not for the fact that he had to deal with the few people who had rushed over after hearing the news and did not dare to use too much strength, this attack would have been enough to take the yellow-browed monk's life. Even though Song Qingshu tried his best to avoid staining his hands with blood, it was more out of pity for the weak. Towards those who were destined to become his enemies, Song Qingshu was not as pedantic as Song Xianggong. Even so, the yellow-browed monk had already lost the ability to fight. Song Qingshu immediately felt the pressure on him decrease greatly.
"Brother Zhao San, why don't you go and help? We can't even get involved if we want to." Wu Zhuge and Xu Tianhong anxiously watched the battle in the field while tugging on Zhao Banshan's sleeve and asked.
"It is already disgraceful enough that our Red Flower Society has the advantage in numbers. If we use hidden weapons to injure others at this time, it will not affect our reputation." Looking at the miraculous young man in the field, Zhao Banshan sighed. Previously, when Song Qingshu had saved him in the imperial palace, he already had a good impression of Song Qingshu. Moreover, Song Qingshu had said that he had saved him because of a friend. Even though Wen Tai later said that Song Qingshu had done it to deceive Luo Bing, Zhao Banshan still believed in Song Qingshu. He felt that even if Wen Tai did not agree to the other party's conditions, Song Qingshu would still save him.
Looking at Xu Tianhong, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, Zhao Banshan said, "Right now, they are fighting in a chaotic mess. If I use hidden weapons, it will be easier for me to injure my own people. Let's wait and see first. We must believe in the strength of Chief Leader and the others."
"Today, to be able to see such a marvelous sword technique, this poor Taoist is really fortunate." Taoist Priest Wu Chen was famous in Jianghu for his Seventy-two Soul Chasing Sword Technique. For a long time, he had been the number one expert of the Red Flower Society. His sword technique was as fast as lightning, and his moves were incomparably ruthless. He regarded the sword as his life, so he could naturally see that Song Qingshu had created a completely new sword technique. He was filled with admiration and jealousy. Activating his unique skill, he attacked Song Qingshu with all his might.
Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed. Although Taoist Priest Wu Chen was coming at him aggressively, he had many flaws. The Soul Chasing Sword Technique only attacked and did not defend. It sacrificed one's own defense to maximize the power of the attack. If one was facing someone whose martial arts were lower than one's, one would naturally have an overwhelming advantage. Even if one was facing someone who was at the same level as one, one would be able to use moves that were faster than one's sword to catch the opponent off guard and gain the upper hand. However, ever since Song Qingshu had mastered the essence of the Five Mountain Sword Faction and fought with the world's top experts several times, his understanding of the origin of the sword technique was probably among the best in the world. If Taoist Priest Wu Chen fought steadily and steadily, Song Qingshu would not be able to deal with him in a short time because he had his teammates to protect him. However, he was greedy and rash. He attacked with the fiercest sword technique, which was full of flaws in Song Qingshu's eyes.
Under Taoist Priest Wu Chen's stunned gaze, Song Qingshu put two fingers together and caught the tip of his sword. Then, he slid his fingers along the blade. Taoist Priest Wu Chen wanted to turn the blade and use the blade to cut off his fingers.
However, Song Qingshu borrowed the force to bend the long sword. After a crisp sound, the long sword was broken into two pieces. Before Taoist Priest Wu Chen could react, Song Qingshu raised his finger, and the broken sword in his hand slit his throat.
"Second Leader!" "Taoist Priest!" The members of the Red Flower Society watched with their eyes wide open. Zhao Banshan could not stand still anymore. He raised his hands, and eighteen Returning Dragon Walls shot toward the vital acupoints on Song Qingshu's body.
Song Qingshu laughed and flashed to Wen Tailai's side. Wen Tailai turned pale with fright and was about to resist, but he lost all his strength under Song Qingshu's grasp. He was lifted up and thrown toward the flying dart.
Zhao Banshan was shocked and hurriedly threw out dozens of hidden weapons. Only then did they hit the erratic Returning Dragon Walls one by one, allowing Wen Tailai to escape. He leaped over and pulled Wen Tailai over. He looked at Song Qingshu with lingering fear. At this time, he did not dare to randomly throw his hidden weapons. Not only would he not be able to hurt Song Qingshu, he might even harm his brothers in the society.
Seeing Wuchen killed and Wen Tailai seriously injured, Chen Jialuo was extremely furious and attacked with all his strength. Song Qingshu made a sound of surprise. As he parried, he commented, "The Hundred Flowers' Faulty Fist, as the name suggests, is a fist technique that practices the essence of the Hundred Schools of Fist Arts. It's a pity that you only have the form, but you don't have the Hundred Schools of Fist Arts as your foundation. In front of a true expert, you are nothing but an embroidered pillow." As soon as Song Qingshu finished speaking, he ignored the complicated fist technique and punched at Chen Jialuo's vital point. The fist and palm collided. Chen Jialuo felt like his arms were about to break. With a muffled groan, he retreated dozens of steps. He had wanted to make a comeback, but to his horror, his arms had been dislocated by his opponent.
If he had to choose the male protagonist he hated the most in Jin Yong's fourteen novels, it would probably be Chen Jialuo. Although Song Qingshu hated Duan Yu very much, he only hated him for being born with good luck. However, Duan Yu was gentle and kind-hearted. No matter what, he could be considered a modest gentleman. In this aspect, Song Qingshu quite agreed with him. Chen Jialuo was different. He had become the head of the Red Flower Society not because he was very capable, but because of his special identity. If that was all, of course, it would not be a big deal. Unfortunately, in the end, he had been deceived by Qianlong's flowery words and even Princess Fragrance, who was deeply in love with him, had given him up. It was simply outrageous. A man's great career depended either on his own ability or his own schemes. What was the point of using a woman in exchange? Most importantly, he did not get anything back, and even sacrificed her life for nothing. Thinking of this, Song Qingshu naturally did not show any mercy when he attacked him.
In the blink of an eye, of the seven masters, some were dead, and some were injured. Only Tian Hong, Tian Jing, and Yu Wanting were left. Not only were the members of the Red Flower Society dumbfounded, even Zhu Manting and Xia Qingqing were dumbfounded. They were all guessing in their hearts, "What kind of martial arts is this …"
After all, Tian Hong and Tian Jing's martial arts were one level higher. Yu Wanting was cautious by nature and never greedy for achievements. Therefore, the three of them were still able to withstand the pincer attack of Song Qingshu's fists and swords. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the three of them had already been defeated. It was only a matter of time before the victor was decided.
However, Song QingShu frowned inwardly. These three people's Wu Gongming
Obviously, they were all from famous and orthodox families with extremely solid foundations. Although the power of their moves was not great, they had very few flaws. It would not be so easy for him to defeat them. At this time, he was in deep danger. It was really unwise to waste too much energy on these people.
Just as Song Qingshu was hesitating, a devil-masked man in black suddenly jumped out from the nearby bushes and attacked him from behind. His movement was extremely fast, and his palm was mixed with the sound of wind and thunder. At first glance, it was obvious that his martial arts were much higher than everyone else's.
Xia Qingqing turned pale with fright. Unfortunately, she was too far away and could not rescue him in time. In a hurry, she could only slide out a golden snake awl from her sleeve and shoot it at the black shadow. However, she also knew that it posed no threat at all.
Unlike Xia Qingqing, Zhu Manting could more directly judge the demon-masked man's martial arts. She had seen Zhang Wuji fight, and in her opinion, the demon-masked man's martial arts were not inferior to Zhang Wuji's. Zhu Manting knew that although Song Qingshu's martial arts were miraculous, if she allowed such a super expert to launch a sneak attack, she was afraid that it would not bode well. Although she had so many thoughts in her mind, in the eyes of the crowd, it was only a matter of a moment. Zhu Manting did not even have time to pull out her sword. She braced herself and rushed forward, standing between the demon-masked man and Song Qingshu.
Unfortunately, the demon-masked man's attack was so powerful that Zhu Manting only managed to parry it a little, and was hit in the chest by his palm. Like a kite with a broken string, she fell backward.
With a gloomy face, Song Qingshu dodged the three people who surrounded him with a punch, a palm, and a kick. He leaped up and held the falling Zhu Manting in his arms, and with the other hand, he controlled the wooden sword and shot it at the demon-masked man.
The demon-masked man's eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly retreated. A moment later, he appeared on the roof of the house. Looking at the wound on his shoulder, he said in a deep voice, "Good swordsmanship." Just as he was about to continue the fight, suddenly, a signal of fireworks came from the east side of the city. The demon-masked man was stunned. He had asked Yelu Qi and Yelu Nanxian to monitor the movements of the Divine Dragon Cult. Could it be that something had happened to the Divine Dragon Cult? It didn't matter if the entire Divine Dragon Cult died, but there was one person who couldn't die. That person was the hope of his family … He looked back at Song Qingshu with reluctance and said, "Song Shaoxia's swordsmanship is amazing. If there is a chance, I will come again." After that, he hurried to the place where the fireworks were coming from.
Song Qingshu looked at the beautiful woman in his arms, who was barely breathing. His face was gloomy and uncertain.
"Get ready to shoot." With the sound of orderly footsteps, a group of archers rushed in from the gate. They all drew their bows and aimed at Song Qingshu and Xia Qingqing. As soon as the lord gave the order, they would immediately shoot them into a beehive.
Xia Qingqing was shocked. She hurriedly raised the Golden Snake Sword and attacked Song Qingshu. "Die, you scoundrel!"
When she passed by Song Qingshu, she whispered to the man who was looking at her in surprise, "Take me as a hostage, and I will escort you out of the palace."
Song Qingshu immediately understood. With Xia Qingqing's deliberate cooperation, he subdued her in one move. He put the Golden Snake Sword on her neck and stood in front of the two people. He looked at Hong Li and said, "If the lord is willing to let your beloved concubine be shot into a beehive, you might as well give the order to shoot.
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