Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said at all, he had read it just now, and he had already learned all the Wuyue Sword Technique and the Ten Old Demon Sect's Broken Methods, and now he closed his eyes, and his mind was racing rapidly.

After reading the original book, he has long understood that the moves are dead, and people are alive, if these sword moves are used unchanged, of course, they are easy to be cracked by others, but as long as the person who uses the sword uses the moves flexibly, he can naturally avoid being easily broken by the enemy according to the map.

Song Qingshu has always been very strong on paper before, but he lacks practical eyesight, and now these murals give him a vivid demonstration of the tricks between masters.

The angle, timing, and strength of the move, as well as the connection of the next move, as well as the enemy's response...... Song Qingshu felt that his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, he was shocked, turned his head and looked behind him, Mu Wanqing noticed his movements, and also turned around, and found the old man with white hair and fairy wind bones standing there silently.

"The young man is so alert," the old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression fell into memory, and finally turned into a long sigh, "After so many years, the people of the Sun and Moon God Sect still came here. ”

This person is naturally the swordsmanship in the original work, Song Qingshu was discovered by him as soon as the two of them thought about the cliff, and he was surprised to find that Song Qingshu did not stop at all, and went straight into the secret cave here.

You must know that in the current world of Lu Dao, except for Ling Hu Chong who accidentally stumbled in, no one else knew the secret of Lu Dao here, and Song Qingshu's behavior was obviously to know the secret of Lu Dao here in advance, and noticed that his internal strength did not seem to be decent martial arts, Feng Qingyang speculated slightly, and felt that he was likely to be a member of the Demon Sect, and got the secret here from the notes of his predecessors.

The Wuyue Sword Sect's trick must not fall into the hands of the Demon Sect, Feng Qingyang's heart flashed with a thought, and he said lightly: "Young man, it is impossible for the old man to let you go down the mountain with the Wuyue Sword Technique, so it is better to stay here and live with me, an old man, for twenty or thirty years." ”

Where did Song Qingshu know that he was misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the Demon Sect, and he couldn't help but secretly complain, he was just here to pick up some scraps that the protagonist of the original book looked down on, as for it......

Mu Wanqing on the side clearly felt the unfathomable momentum of the old man, and when he heard his words, he was anxious, and hurriedly explained: "We just inadvertently broke into the forbidden land of your faction, we don't understand the rules, and we saw your faction's stunts, but he is just a fool, and he can't remember it after seeing it, and I hope that the seniors have a lot of them, and let him go." ”

Seeing Mu Wanqing interceding for herself, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel warm in her heart, and glanced at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Is he also a fool?" suddenly realized something, his face became more stern, and he looked at Song Qingshu: "It is even more unforgivable to deceive a woman with clever words." ”

Song Qingshu originally respected this swordsman, but when he came in and said that he would imprison himself for decades without asking, and he stood on the moral high ground and criticized himself, a burst of anger suddenly surged in his heart, and the self-esteem of the traverser made him smile proudly: "Hehe, it seems that your martial arts are higher than mine." ”

Mu Wanqing looked pale on the side, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Dog, you quickly admit your mistake to your seniors." ”

Feng Qingyang's heart has long been like an ancient well, but he still made a surge of anger in his heart, and snorted coldly: "Young people are too arrogant." ”

"You can try. Song Qingshu looked at his nose and his nose and his heart, and stood there silently.

"You make a move, otherwise you won't have a chance, the old man can let you make three moves first. Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back, respecting his identity, and refused to strike first.

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"That's what you said. Song Qingshu showed a wicked smile on his lips, his body moved, and he stepped on the sand without a trace to urge to the extreme, passing by Feng Qingyang like lightning, watching Feng Qingyang, who had a blood mark on his neck, slowly falling, Song Qingshu wiped the blood marks on the wooden sword, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be forced to be struck by lightning." ”

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Of course, the above scene was just Song Qingshu's fantasy, Feng Qingyang stared at him strangely with a weird smile, and snorted coldly: "You have lost your mind just now, if I make a move, you will be dead." ”

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled wryly, how could he not get rid of his cranky thinking, if it wasn't for the other party who said three tricks to make himself, the trances just now would have died.

"I also ask my seniors for advice. Song Qingshu cheered up, and in the changing footsteps, the defensive posture of Wudang Mianzhang was implied in one palm, and it was mixed with the heaviness of Emei's golden top Mianzhang and the courage of the earth-shattering iron palm.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, thinking in his heart that this kid could combine several palms with completely different temperaments so appropriately, he was really a martial arts wizard. It's a pity that as a member of the Demon Sect, he is full of anger, which is really a pity......

Feng Qingyang's mind moved, his fingers pinched the sword technique, and he pointed to meet it. Song Qingshu was shocked to find that a sharp and sharp sword qi tore apart his fist wind, if he didn't withdraw his palm and continue to move forward, I was afraid that his palm would be pierced, and he hurriedly blasted the opponent's sword qi with a big demon fist in his left hand, and with a dodge, he retreated a few meters away.

"Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palm Style, it really lives up to its name. Song Qingshu looked at the wind with a heavy face, Dugu Jiujian was really the enemy who would be saved.

Feng Qingyang has long been out of the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords, and the finger just now only implies the sword intent of the broken palm type, seeing that he mistakenly thought it was Dugu Nine Swords, he did not justify: "The young man's martial arts are already among the best among the younger generation, and they are rare." ”

"Feng Lao really deserves to be the number one swordsman today. Song Qingshu said with sincere admiration.

"The first move has passed, let's make the second move. Feng Qingyang smiled faintly and continued to stand with his hands in his hands.

"Grandma, when will I be able to take this look and pretend to be forced in front of the enemy. Song Qingshu thought indignantly, and then hit the opponent's middle with a decent tiger claw hand.

"Huh~" Feng Qingyang was shocked again, just now his palm was mixed with the essence of several sets of palm techniques, but this second move was so mediocre, knowing that he would have a back move, so he didn't move.

Sure enough, when he attacked in front of him, Song Qingshu changed from a fierce tiger claw hand to a sinister and vicious Nine Yin White Bone Claw, changing his moves quickly, but he was not in a hurry between the wind and the clouds, and a finger slowly pointed on the claw shadow in the sky.

Mu Wanqing was annoyed and disgusted watching from the side, Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang's fingers seemed to slow down, but they were able to use the sword qi on their fingers to scatter each of Song Qingshu's claws!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to the same place, his hands numb. Feng Qingyang glanced at him unexpectedly, "I didn't expect him to face his sword qi head-on, and he didn't hurt him in the slightest." ”

"There's the last trick. "The more this is the case, the more the wind is clear, the more vigilant he is in his heart, such a person in the Demon Sect is definitely not the blessing of Huashan, and he has unconsciously moved his killing intent.