"Xu Zhu, who do you think will have the last laugh?" The two of them were evenly matched, so Xuan Cheng couldn't see any clues. He couldn't help but ask Xu Zhu. It wasn't that Xu Zhu's eyesight was better than his, it was just that Xu Zhu had fought against Ah Qing before, so he had a more intuitive judgment.
"Reporting to Grand Uncle, I think Miss A 'Qing will win in the end." Xu Zhu stared at the two people on the arena and made his own judgment.
"Oh, why is that?" Xuan Cheng asked in surprise. He knew Xu Zhu's temperament. Since he said this, he must be very confident.
"I have fought Miss Ah Qing before. Her innate sword energy seems to be endless, while the number of swords Song Qing can control is limited." Xu Zhu didn't finish speaking, but Xuan Cheng already understood what he meant. Right now, the two of them were in a stalemate on the stage. As time passed, the number of swords that Song Qing could control would only decrease. On the other hand, Ah Qing's Sword Qi would dissipate, but he could immediately replenish it. In the end, the victor would be decided.
Sure enough, many people noticed that the silver python seemed to have shrunk a bit. The same thought flashed through their minds. It seemed that Song Qing was going to lose in this battle.
"Are you going to lose just like this?"
Looking at the situation on the stage, Huang Rong's expression was incomparably complicated. Suddenly, the faint smile on Song Qing's face appeared in her mind. Huang Rong's heart immediately calmed down. She believed that Song Qing would definitely have a way.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was not far away, also had a worried look on her face. After all, she had seen Revered Ming fight before. In the end, even such a powerful Revered Ming had been defeated by Ah Qing. She really could not imagine that Song Qing would be able to win this fight.
"Little Sister Ah Jiu, Song Qing … is he going to lose?" Zhou Zhiruo's voice trembled.
"No, Big Brother Song will definitely win." Zhu Yuai's face was filled with confidence.
"How do you know?" Zhou Zhiruo was startled.
Zhu Yuai smiled and said, "Because Big Brother Song said he would win."
Zhou Zhiruo felt as if her heartstrings had been struck by a heavy hammer. Only now did she understand that although she was Song Qing's wife, her understanding and trust of him was not as good as other women.
Zhou Zhiruo's heart was filled with endless shame. She had always wanted to establish her position as the legal wife and had always disliked Song Qing's flirting with other women …
"King Xiao, who do you think will have the last laugh between the two people on the stage?" Yelu Nanxian couldn't help but ask. After all, Xiao Feng was a God of War in Liao, everyone in Liao had a deep-rooted trust in him. Yelu Nanxian was no exception.
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up as he looked at the situation in the arena. "The current situation is indeed not in Brother Song's favor. However, he is someone who is good at creating miracles. He might be able to turn defeat into victory in the end."
"I think so too." Yelu Nanxian smiled and nodded, but then she suddenly remembered Song Qing's palm on her chest last night and her smile froze. Why did she want him to win?
With a dragon's roar, the two figures on the arena finally separated. Ah Qing excitedly looked at Song Qing in the distance, "Big brother, what kind of martial art is this?"
"Ancestral Sword." Ever since he had created this move, this was the first time he had truly used the 'sword'. But even so, Ah Qing was still unscathed. The only difference was that the Sword Qi around his body seemed to be so dim that it was almost transparent. It was no longer green and almost solid like before.
Song Qing's side was in a much more difficult situation. Most of the swords he controlled were broken, and now there were less than ten swords still surrounding him.
"Ah Qing is indeed worthy of being the number one in Gold!" Song Qing sighed inwardly. He understood that in terms of pure martial arts, he was no match for Ah Qing.
"Big brother, you are the most powerful person I've met in the Central Plains." Ah Qing had a look of admiration on her face.
"Oh?" Song Qing was not surprised. He smiled, "Little sister Ah Qing is the most powerful person I've met in my life."
Hearing his words, Ah Qing was a little embarrassed, "Big brother, if you praise me like this, I won't hold back later."
Song Qing faintly smiled, "We don't know who will be the winner yet."
Ah Qing looked at him with a smile, "Just now you were the one attacking, so this time it's my turn."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone suddenly felt that familiar pressure, but this time it was much stronger than the last time she fought with Xuzhu. Even masters like Xuan Cheng and Xiao Feng couldn't move for a while.
"Is this the legendary Field Domain?" Xuan Cheng was familiar with many martial arts manuals of Shaolin Temple, and this situation seemed to fit the description of Bodhidharma in a certain scripture. He couldn't help but be shocked. Was this Ah Qing a human or an immortal?
All the people in the Shaolin Temple seemed to be frozen. They could only watch Ah Qing waving the green bamboo stick and stabbing toward Song Qing. Ah Qing's speed seemed very slow, but it seemed that in the blink of an eye, she had already appeared in front of Song Qing. The contradictory feeling of stillness and movement made everyone in the Shaolin Temple feel annoyed and disgusted. Many people with low cultivation had already suffered serious internal injuries.
Song Qing lost!
This was what everyone thought. Even Zhu Liao, who had the most confidence in him, had a trace of despair in his eyes.
When the green bamboo stick in Ah Qing's hand was about to stab Song Qing's wrist, Song Qing suddenly moved. His wooden sword directly pressed against Ah Qing's white and slender neck.
All the people in the Temple suddenly felt their bodies become lighter, and the inexplicable pressure disappeared in an instant.
Ah Qing's pretty face was extremely red, and her eyes were full of disbelief, "How did I …"
Song Qing didn't answer. He just smiled and slowly withdrew his wooden sword.
Ah Qing frowned and thought for a long time, but she still couldn't figure out what had happened. She could only sigh disappointedly, "Alas, I lost."
There was an uproar in the Temple. Song Qing could actually turn the tide in that situation. How high was his martial arts?
Xuan Cheng's face was livid, and he was also confused. Just now, even he couldn't move, but Song Qing could move freely. Could it be that Song Qing's martial arts were actually far higher than his? This was impossible, impossible!
Xuan Cheng, who had always been proud and arrogant, couldn't accept this fact at all. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but gush out. Obviously, he had suffered a serious internal injury.
"Martial Uncle!" Xu Zhu saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly pressed his palm on Xuan Cheng's back to help him sort out the messy Genuine Qi in his body.
Xuan Cheng finally calmed down. Thinking back on what had happened just now, he couldn't help but be shocked. That person said that if he forcefully practiced the 72 Ultimate Skills, he would probably go crazy. Could it be that his words really came true?
Not only Xuan Cheng was confused, but everyone in the Golden Snake Convention was also confused. What method did Song Qing use to turn the tide?
"Could it be that he used the Soul Shifting Technique?" Huang Rong quickly denied this guess. The Soul Shifting Technique could only be used on people with lower martial arts. If it was used on people with higher martial arts, it could backfire and be controlled by the enemy. Judging from Ah Qing's martial arts, Song Qing would never dare to use the Soul Shifting Technique.
Huang Rong's beautiful eyes curiously looked at Song Qing's back on the arena. "How did he do it?"
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