"Are you playing a trick on us?" For some reason, Tianshan Tonglao felt a surge of anger from the bottom of her heart.
Song QingShu sighed. "We're all old acquaintances, so I'll tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Although I personally sympathize with the Guo family during the Chenqiaoyi Mutiny, the winner takes all. Now that the Song Dynasty has lasted for a hundred years, and although it's weak in external wars, it's still considered peaceful and prosperous."
"Especially the preferential treatment of scholar-officials. I don't know how many unyielding scholars have been raised. If I were to be with you, I would definitely be condemned by thousands of people and go down in history as a stink. So, I'm sorry to refuse your kind offer."
"That's right." The monk looked melancholy and said, "We also know that the Song court is very popular. However, we have to do it even if we know it is impossible. Almsgiver Song's unwillingness to work with us is also expected."
Song Qingshu bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Elder."
The monk returned the bow and said, "However, we have to get rid of them. Almsgiver Song, please forgive us."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Song QingShu. His palm was like a gentle breeze, yet it also seemed soft and powerless, fluttering in the air. It was unknown where Song QingShu's body was.
Tianshan Tonglao's expression changed greatly. Back then, Master Xiaoyao Zi accepted three disciples, and the three of them were almost equal in talent.
However, Li Qiushui was obsessed with love, Wuya Zi had a wide range of hobbies, and only she was dedicated to martial arts. So, in the end, her martial arts was the best, and she was quite proud of it.
However, she did not expect that the cultivation of her master's missing son had already far surpassed her. Not only was he proficient in the martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect, but he had also integrated various divine skills of Shaolin.
Her Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand was the most profound and wonderful martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect. There was no end to practicing it, and it could integrate all the martial arts in the world into its moves. To some extent, it was very similar to the concept of the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords.
When the Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand was practiced to the highest level, it could break all the martial arts in the world.
But this time, when the sweeping monk made his move, she couldn't see what kind of move he had used. It seemed that in one second, it had the shadow of the Xiaoyao Sect, and in the next moment, it seemed more like the Shaolin 72 Ultimate Skills. But when she thought about it carefully, she found that it was neither.
She suddenly understood that the opponent had long since jumped out of the rut of his moves, and every time he attacked, it was like an antelope hanging its horn, leaving no traces behind.
The funny thing was that she had always been complacent about the Tianshan Plum Breaking Hand and thought that it could break all the martial arts in the world. But now that she saw it with her own eyes, she realized that if the sweeping monk's palm was aimed at her, could she dodge it?
Initially, Heaven Mountain Tonglao thought that she was only half a step away from being a Great Grandmaster. However, when the other party attacked, she realized that this half step was like a moat.
Apart from being shocked, she was also very curious. How would Song Qingshu be able to dodge this move?
Seeing that the sweeping monk's palm was as light as a feather, Song Qingshu didn't dare to be careless. Although this move seemed simple, it was an extremely powerful killer move.
Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan were powerful enough, but even with their full concentration on defense, they were still killed by this move. Last time on Mount Wudang, even a Great Grandmaster was killed by this move.
The opponent had used his ultimate move from the beginning, obviously intending to end the battle quickly.
"Big Brother Song, quickly dodge!" The girl in yellow was Huang Shang's last disciple. Under his careful training, she had already reached the Great Grandmaster realm at a young age. She naturally also knew the power of this move. Back on Mount Wudang, her master had been seriously injured by this move.
"Dodge?"
A faint smile hung on the corner of Song Qingshu's mouth. Temujin had been killed, and Ah-Qing had fallen asleep. What else was there in the world for him to hide from?
At this time, the sweeping monk felt a little strange. Just now, he noticed that the other party's breathing was a little sluggish when he spoke. If he wasn't mistaken, the other party was injured. Just now, while giving all kinds of conditions, he was also looking for an opportunity to attack.
Just a moment ago, he found that opportunity.
This move of his was called "One Slap Two Scatters", and it condensed the essence of his martial arts. To a certain extent, it could be regarded as a kind of rule. As long as he found an opportunity to attack, he would definitely hit, and once he hit, he would instantly kill an enemy, no matter how high the opponent's martial arts were. Even a Great Grandmaster was no exception.
Although Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts were high, this was a level that they couldn't understand at all. They thought that their defense was impregnable, but in front of this move, it was full of holes.
After decades of painstakingly training in the Sutra Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple, he had thoroughly mastered the martial arts of the Xiao Yao Sect and the Shaolin Temple. He was confident that in a one on one fight, besides the unfathomable Zhang Sanfeng, no one in the world could be his opponent.
However, Song Qingshu was an anomaly. Originally, when it came to martial arts, he thought that he was better than his opponent, but after seeing the golden light in his opponent's eyes, he felt a huge sense of crisis, which made all the hairs on his body stand up. Therefore, he didn't dare to be careless, and gathered the others to attack his opponent together.
At this level, he could more or less guess that although Song Qingshu's hidden move was strong, it should be used to deal with a single person, and not a group attack. Therefore, if the opponent used that move, Fu Yaohong and the others, who were at the side, could easily take his life.
This matter was related to the hundred years of grudges between the Guo and Zhao families, so he couldn't care less.
However, there was a faint sense of unease in his heart, because the opponent was too calm, and didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.
Suddenly, Song QingShu, who was right in front of him, seemed to have disappeared. He was clearly standing there, but his aura seemed to have disappeared into thin air. What replaced it was an incomparably sharp Sword Qi.
His whole body was like a peerless sword standing there, and when the palm of the monk was about to hit him, the Sword Qi suddenly bloomed, and a giant sword that went straight to the sky was formed, and then it came straight down.
The monk's pupils shrank, and the light palm directly hit the Void Sword. He hit it seven times in a row, and his whole body also took seven steps back.
It should be known that his One Hit Two Scatter could kill a peerless master in the world in a second. He rarely used it, but now he had used it seven times, and his face flashed an abnormal dark red.
The sweeping monk stood silently where he was. Just a moment ago, he was in front of Song QingShu, but now he was dozens of feet away from him. There was a huge sword mark on the stone pavement between the two of them. It should have been caused by that shocking sword Qi just now.
Everyone in the field stared with wide eyes. In that instant, the Sword Qi scattered everywhere, and the palm power splashed everywhere. Even with the cultivation of Tianshan Tonglao and Fu Yaohong, they couldn't stand still, and subconsciously took a few feet back.
"Is this the power of a Great Grandmaster?" Everyone was shocked.
The shocking sword just now had been deeply imprinted in everyone's mind, and they would probably not be able to forget it for the rest of their lives.
At the same time, the monk had hit the ground seven times in a row, and when he retreated, it was like a mirage. Perhaps even Li Qiushui, who had been immersed in the Wave-like Micro Steps for decades, would feel inferior.
Tianshan Tonglao's heart moved. The scene just now seemed to make her understand something, but in the next second she forgot it. She knew that it was best for her to immediately find a secluded place to study it. Maybe in a few years, she would be able to smoothly step into the Great Grandmaster Realm.
Fu Yaohong was very happy. Fortunately, her good disciple had a good relationship with him, otherwise she really wouldn't dare to go against such a guy.
The yellow-robed woman's beautiful eyes were full of light. She had been adopted by Huang Chang since she was a child, and carefully taught. Looking at the whole world, she was probably the person who had spent the longest time with a Great Grandmaster.
In that instant, she had a feeling that Song Qingshu seemed to be stronger than the last time in the WuTang Dang Sect, and he was even more unfathomable than her master felt.
While everyone had their own thoughts, the three long black ropes had already swept towards Song Qingshu.
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