"But with the strength shown by the previous contestants, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Linghu Chong to win … But his swordsmanship is really exquisite." Zhu Yue praised as she watched the fight.
"This is the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords," Song Qingshu explained Linghu Chong's moves to the two girls while watching. Although Song Qingshu had never learned the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords, he knew the principle and the general composition of the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords from the movies and television works in his previous life. Coupled with his current attainments in swordsmanship, it was not difficult for him to see through Linghu Chong's Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords, which was still lacking.
Huang Rong, who had been watching, could not help but be shocked. Song Qingshu's every evaluation was extremely accurate. Song Qingshu could even point out in advance what Linghu Chong's next move would be, how Duan Yanqing would snatch it, and what Linghu Chong's subsequent hidden killer move would be …
After dozens of moves, all of Linghu Chong's and Duan Yanqing's movements seemed to follow Song Qingshu's instructions!
Huang Rong was suddenly full of curiosity about this young man. What kind of person was he? How could he reach such a realm at such a young age? When Brother Jing was at this age, his martial arts skills were far inferior to his. No wonder so many fairy-like girls were willing to surround him at the same time … Huang Rong's face suddenly turned red, and she could not help but secretly spit. What was she thinking …
On the other side, Song Qingshu naturally did not know that he was being compared with Guo Jing by Huang Rong. He was thinking about something else. "This Linghu Chong is indeed a martial arts genius. Although he has not been exposed to the Nine Strategies Beyond the Swords for a long time, he can already create his own style. If he is given another ten years, his realm will probably surpass Feng Qingyang's." Song Qingshu sighed with emotion. If Linghu Chong had not chosen to fight steadily because of Duan Yanqing's One Yang Finger, he would have already won by now.
On the stage, Duan Yanqing also smiled bitterly in his heart. After witnessing the heaven-defying battle strength displayed by those contestants, he had long understood that he would not be able to participate in this Golden Snake Meeting. However, years of suffering had long tempered his unswerving character. He would never give up unless he had no other choice.
However, he did not expect that his first opponent would make him so miserable. Aside from the Single Sun Finger, Duan Yanqing's attainments in swordsmanship were also very high. After all, the Duan Family's swordsmanship was famous in the martial arts world.
However, after witnessing Linghu Chong's swordsmanship, he finally understood that there was always someone better out there.
Linghu Chong's sword moves emerged one after another, each variation was something Duan Yanqing had never seen before. Relying on his rich experience and profound martial art skill, Duan Yanqing was able to neutralize each and every one of Linghu Chong's sword moves. However, after more than forty stances, Duan Yanqing's movements were already somewhat sluggish. He slowly transferred his internal energy to the iron staff, and when he made his move, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.
It turned out that Duan Yanqing knew that he had lost in terms of moves, so he played to his strengths and avoided his weaknesses, striving to win with his internal energy. Duan Yanqing carried a blood feud. For the past few decades, except for the spring equinox he had with the "Goddess of Mercy" under the Bodhi tree when he was fleeing from Dali, he had not been close to a woman in the past few decades. He concentrated on cultivating his internal energy. Now, with the strength of his internal energy, except for some famous grandmasters, he thought he would not lose to anyone. Of course, that abnormal Song Qingshu was an exception.
Duan Yanqing saw that Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was light and agile. It was more than exquisite, but slightly lacking in force. Duan Yanqing quickly guessed that Linghu Chong's internal energy might be his shortcoming. At his age, how many years of internal energy could he have?
Moreover, this person was favored by the Evil Sect's Saintess. He had long heard that the Sun Moon Sect's Miss Ren was a peerless beauty, and Linghu Chong was hot-blooded, indulging in love and gentleness. Naturally, his vitality would be greatly damaged. Duan Yanqing was more certain of his judgment. But if Duan Yanqing knew Song Qingshu's cultivation method, would he die of anger?
After several clashes of weapons, Linghu Chong's hand was shaken to the point of numbness. Soon, he understood Duan Yanqing's plan. His heart stirred, he used the Absorbing Stars Chant and waved his sword to meet Duan Yanqing's iron staff.
Not long after taking advantage of the first few times, Duan Yanqing's expression suddenly changed. Because every time their weapons clashed, he found that the strength in his iron staff disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox entering the sea. At first, he did not take it seriously, only thinking that his opponent had used some exquisite move to dissolve the internal energy in his weapon.
Who knew that after a dozen more moves, he felt that the internal energy in his Dantian was somewhat out of control, faintly showing signs of bursting out. Duan Yanqing's expression changed greatly. "Absorbing Stars!"
His first reaction was to use the Dissipation Skill. After all, he and Ding Chunqiu were considered acquaintances. But then he remembered that Linghu Chong and Ding Chunqiu had no relationship at all, and he had never heard of Ding Chunqiu passing on the Dissipation Skill to him.
Who could it be? Naturally, it could only be the Absorbing Stars, the Head Teacher of the Sun Moon Church, who was famous for.
Duan Yanqing did not expect that the old devil would pass on his special skill to him. He could not help but smile bitterly. He hurriedly waved three moves and jumped out of the fighting ring while Linghu Chong was defending. He waved his hand and said, "There's no need to fight. This old man admits defeat."
Although Duan Yanqing was tough, he was not a fool. He knew that he could not compete with his moves, nor could he compete with his internal energy. If he continued to fight, he might lose the power he had painstakingly cultivated for a lifetime. That would be like going for wool and coming home shorn. Therefore, Duan Yanqing made a prompt decision and hurriedly admitted defeat.
"Thank you for letting me win!" With Linghu Chong's humble temperament, he wanted to say a few polite words to save some face for his senior. But when he thought of Duan Yanqing's reputation as a villain, he was unhappy and swallowed his words of comfort.
"Brother Chong, you're amazing!" When Linghu Chong returned to his seat, Ren Yingying could not help but smile sweetly.
"Brother Chong, you're amazing!" When Linghu Chong returned to his seat, Ren Yingying could not help but smile sweetly. Looking at Ren Yingying's curved eyes, Linghu Chong knew that she was happy from the bottom of her heart. He could not help but feel happy.
He did not know when it started, but Ren Yingying's eyes always hid a sense of melancholy and bitterness. Linghu Chong asked her several times, but she shook her head and did not say anything. When he asked too much, Ren Yingying would even shed tears.
Linghu Chong knew that Ren Yingying was shy and did not dare to push her too much, so he did not continue to ask. He subconsciously thought that it was about the Sun Moon Sect being nibbled away by the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, he had been helping Ren Yingying and her father in this aspect. Ren Yingying saw it and knew that he had misunderstood, but she could not explain the real reason to Linghu Chong.
If Ren Yingying did not say it, no matter how imaginative Linghu Chong was, he would not have imagined that the Evil Sect's Holy Nun, who made countless people in Jianghu tremble with fear, would actually be bullied by a man in her boudoir!
After a day of competition, the sky had gradually darkened. Huang Rong re-ascended the arena and announced that the second round of competition would be held the next morning. Then, she confirmed the opponent for the second round. When she read out Song Qingshu's name, for some reason, there was a trace of unnaturalness in her tone.
Ouyang Feng, who was watching all of this from afar, was keenly aware of all this. A trace of a strange smile appeared on his weathered face.
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