Ouyang Feng wanted to say something, but he did not. This piqued the interest of everyone in the hall. Not to mention the people of the Jin Kingdom, even the people of the Quan Zhen Sect were curious about the identity of the person who had just arrived. Unfortunately, he did not finish his sentence, which made everyone angry and anxious.
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Brother Feng, you don't have to tell me who he is. Don't worry, it's hard to say who will win this fight."
To be able to injure Ouyang Feng in one move, even Zhang Sanfeng could not do so. The only possibility was that the opponent's kung fu could restrain Ouyang Feng.
Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill was very magical, but its only weakness was that it took too long to accumulate power. Therefore, to a certain extent, it was restrained by the Solitary Yang Finger, which was why there was a saying in the martial arts world, "Southern Fire Conquers Western Gold". However, Reverend Yideng's cultivation was almost on par with Ouyang Feng's. Even if their kung fu could restrain each other, there was no way he could injure Ouyang Feng in one move. As for the other masters of the Solitary Yang Finger in Dali, the strongest were all in Tian Long Temple. When Song Qingshu wanted to steal the Sword Manual of the Six Meridians Magic Sword, he fought with the monks of Tian Long Temple and knew their cultivation clearly. No one had the ability to injure Ouyang Feng.
In the entire martial arts world, there was only one person who could use the Solitary Yang Finger and his kung fu was far above Ouyang Feng's. That was the head of the Five Uniques, Wang Chongyang.
Although the martial arts world said that he was long dead, Song Qingshu would not be surprised if the 14 worlds of the book could merge together.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ouyang Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, with your current cultivation, you might not be weaker than him."
The white-robed old man suddenly became interested. He laughed and said, "I thought you would only boast shamelessly at such a young age, but since Mister Ouyang also said so, then your martial arts must be extraordinary. This old man would like to see it for himself. How about this, since you are a junior in the martial arts world, I will let you have three moves first. "
Qiu Chuji hastily reminded him, "Senior, be careful, this person's martial arts are so high that we have never seen anything like it in our lives. His flying sword technique is really unfathomable. Previously, Song Qingshu was able to control more than ten swords and move freely among the hundreds of Taoists. The impression he left on them was really too shocking.
The white-robed old man didn't seem to mind. He placed his hands behind his back and proudly said, "Then this old man really wants to experience it."
Song Qingshu was not happy because he could make the first move. Instead, he cursed in his heart. He had read so many novels and movies in his previous life. Whenever someone made the first move, no matter how brilliant the move was, it was just a foil to the other person. He really could not raise this flag.
However, he quickly distinguished between reality and the illusory world. Since the other party had allowed him to make the first move, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it.
"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony."
Song Qingshu smiled and raised his hand into the air. The three swords that had fallen to the ground suddenly flew up into the air. The tips of the swords trembled slightly as they faced the white-robed old man, constantly emitting the sound of a dragon's roar.
The white-robed old man was somewhat moved. There were countless famous swordsmen in Jianghu, but he had never seen someone who could control a sword through the air like this.
"I won't take advantage of you. There are three swords here. Consider it as me making three moves." As soon as Song Qingshu's voice fell, he stretched out his hand and pressed down. The three swords, which had been accumulating power for a long time, flew towards the white-robed old man like three meteors.
"Senior, be careful!"
The Quanzhen Five Sons exclaimed in unison. The might of this move was enough to make their hearts palpitate. They knew clearly that if they were in the same position as the white-robed old man, they would probably be immobilized under this formidable prowess. The terrifying prowess that came from the sword sound was enough to turn the statues of the Three Pure Ones in the main hall into dust, let alone flesh and blood.
Taitish's expression was complicated. The move that Song Qingshu had revealed was too breathtaking. She had a special identity and had seen countless experts over the years. However, those who could barely be compared to him were probably only Yang Dingtian back then, Zhang Wuji later on, and the Persian Main Altar's Elder Mountain Huo Shan. As for the Precious Tree King and the Wind and Cloud Three Emissaries, they probably weren't even worthy of carrying his shoes.
Pu Cha Qiucao was completely convinced by Song Qingshu today. She felt that it was fortunate that her brother wasn't here. Otherwise, if he saw this scene and thought about how Tang Kuo Bian had always considered himself to be the Jin Kingdom's number one expert, he would have to find a hole to hide in. This Tang Kuo Bian was truly shrewd. After keeping a low profile for so many years, he had shocked the world with a single brilliant feat.
On the other hand, Xiao Longnu's thoughts were much simpler. She was seriously injured, and her beautiful eyes were half-closed. However, this battle was related to her savior, so she braced herself to watch the battle. However, most of the time, she looked away.
However, most of the time, she shifted her gaze to the white-robed old man and felt extremely puzzled, "This person's figure is very familiar. I should have seen him somewhere before, but why can't I remember?"
"Good timing!"
The white-robed old man commented leisurely. He then extended his hand and rolled his sleeve in front of him. The three menacing longswords seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force as they were all withdrawn into his sleeve.
Clang Clang Clang
A few crisp sounds could be heard. The white-robed old man shook his sleeve and the three longswords fell to the ground.
Everyone looked at the three longswords and saw that the previously gleaming swords were now dull and lifeless. They were all twisted like fried dough twists and lay quietly on the ground. They couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Taitish couldn't help but look worriedly at Song QingShu's back. Since the other party was able to receive her attack so easily, perhaps today,
Pu Cha Qiucao also frowned slightly, wondering why there were so many experts in the martial arts world of the Central Plains. Tang Kuo Bian's martial arts were so high, yet the other party had an unfathomable expert who could rival him. If Tang Kuo Bian were to fall into a disadvantageous situation, we can only rely on our three thousand elite soldiers to charge in. Who cares what kind of expert he is, he will still be minced into meat paste.
On the contrary, Xiao Long Nu was unperturbed. To her, life and death didn't matter. Moreover, they weren't Guo Er.
Song Qingshu didn't look too surprised. If he guessed correctly, the other party was indeed that person. Naturally, this attack wouldn't be able to hurt him.
The white-robed old man said in a clear voice, "Kid, your swordplay can be considered divine. It's a pity that there are too many tricks."
Song Qingshu shook his head and said, "That's only because I ran into you. In the entire martial arts world, that attack just now is enough to deal with most people."
The white-robed old man pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Not bad. In the entire martial arts world, there aren't many people who can withstand that attack of yours."
Song Qingshu replied, "You've already gone easy on me. You don't have to be so courteous now."
The white-robed old man smiled. "Alright. Since you've used three swords, this old man will return three fingers to you." As he said this, he stretched out his fingers and tapped the air three times. Immediately, three vigorous and unstoppable air currents surged towards Song Qingshu's face.
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