Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 45: Chased by Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said. He just read it again, and had already exhausted the five-mountain swordsmanship and the devil's ten elders' breaking techniques. Now he closed his eyes, and his mind was swiftly moving.

After reading the original work, he has long understood that tricks are dead and humans are alive. If these swords are used in the same way, they will of course be easily cracked by others, but as long as the person who uses the sword uses the tricks flexibly, he can naturally avoid being dragged by the enemy. Break easily.

Song Qingshu had always had a high level of combat power on paper before, but lacked the vision for actual combat. Now these murals give him a vivid demonstration of the tricks of the masters.

The angle, timing, intensity 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 became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly he was shocked. Turning back and looking at his back, Mu Wanqing noticed his movements, and then turned around, and found an old man with white beard and hair, and an immortal old man standing there quietly.

"Young people are very alert," the old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression lost in memory, and finally turned into a long sigh, "After so many years, the people of the Sun Moon God Sect still came here."

Naturally, this person is the wind and clear wind in the original work. Song Qingshu was discovered by him as soon as they thought about the cliff. 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 apart from Linghu Chong accidentally hitting in, no one else knows the secret here, and Song Qingshu’s behavior is obviously to know the secret here in advance, aware that his internal strength does not seem to be a decent martial arts, Feng Qingyang slightly speculates, I think he is probably a member of the demon sect, and got the secret here from the notes of the predecessors.

The unique tricks of the Five Sacred Sword Sect must not fall into the hands of the Demon Cult. Feng Qingyang's thoughts flashed through his heart, and he said lightly: "Young man, the old man can't let you go down the mountain with the Five Sacred Swordsmanship, or stay here to accompany me. The old man will live for twenty or thirty years."

Where did Song Qingshu know that he had been misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the demon cult, and couldn't help but groan secretly. He just came to pick up some leftovers that the original protagonist did not look down upon. As for...

Mu Wanqing on the side clearly felt the unpredictable aura of the old man. He was anxious when he heard what he said, and quickly explained: "We just broke into the forbidden area of your school unintentionally. We didn't understand the rules and saw the skill of the school. , But Goudan is just a fool, he can't remember when he sees it, and hopes that Senior Master has a lot, let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing begging for herself, Song Qingshu couldn't help but warm up and glanced at her gratefully.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly became a little weird, "Is he also a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his face became more severe, and he looked at Song Qingshu: "It is even more unforgivable to cheat a woman by ingenious words."

Song Qingshu originally respected this master of swordsmanship, but when he saw him come in, he said that he would imprison him for decades, and he was chased by Feng Qingyang in the forty-fifth chapter.

He criticized himself severely at the commanding heights of morality, and his heart suddenly surged in anger. The self-esteem of the traveler made him smile proudly: "Hehe, it seems that your martial arts is higher than me."

Mu Wanqing turned pale and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Gougan, you should admit a mistake to senior."

Feng Qingyang's heart has been like an ancient well for many years, but he still made a rush of fire in his heart, and snorted: "Young people are too arrogant."

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

"You can make a move, otherwise there will be no chance. The old man can let you three moves first." Feng Qingyang held his hands behind his back, respecting his identity, and refused to make the move first.

...

"That's what you said." A wicked smile appeared on Song Qingshu's mouth. With a movement, Wuhen Wuhen urged her to the extreme, passing by Feng Qingyang like lightning, watching a blood stain appear on her neck. Feng Qingyang slowly fell, Song Qingshu wiped the blood marks on the wooden sword, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend to be forced, pretend to be struck by lightning."

...

Of course, the above scene is just Song Qingshu's fantasy. Feng Qingyang glanced at his weird smile strangely, and snorted coldly: "Just now you have lost your mind. If I act, you will be dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth and smiled in a jealousy. How could he not get rid of his madness, if it hadn't been for the other party to say three tricks for himself, the trance just now would have been dead.

"Also please seniors for advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, changing his footsteps, and his palms implied the defensive position of the Wudang cotton palm, mixed with the weight of the Emei golden top cotton palm and the bravery of the sky-shaking iron palm.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in surprise, thinking in his heart that this kid could blend several different temperament palms so appropriately, he was really a martial arts wizard. It's a pity that as a member of the Demon Cult, I am full of hostility, which is really a pity...

Feng Qingyang moved his mind, pinched the sword tactic with his fingers, and greeted him with one finger. Song Qingshu was shocked to find that a sharp and fierce sword aura tore apart his fist wind. If he did not withdraw his palm and move forward, his palm would be pierced. He quickly blasted the opponent's sword aura with a big Fumo fist in his left hand. One step back, he retreated a few meters away.

"Dugu Nine Swords breaking palm style, really well-deserved." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a heavy face, and Dugu Nine Swords was sure to save the enemy.

Feng Qingyang has long since escaped the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords. Just now, that finger was only an implied palm-breaking sword intent. Seeing that he mistakenly thought it was Dugu Nine Swords, he didn't excuse him: "The young man's martial arts is already outstanding among the young , Rare and rare."

"Feng Lao really deserves to be the number one swordsman today." Song Qingshu exclaimed sincerely.

"The first trick is over, let's make the second trick." Feng Qingyang smiled faintly, and continued to stand with his hand.

"Grandma's, when will I be able to succumb to Chapter 45: Chased by Feng Qingyang

This shape, put on a force in front of the enemy. "Song Qingshu thought angrily, and then a well-behaved tiger claw hand went straight to the opponent's mid lane.

"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 must have a back move, he didn't move.

Sure enough, when he attacked in front of him, Song Qingshu changed from a vicious tiger-clawed hand to a sinister and vicious nine-yin white bone claw. He changed his skills quickly, but he didn't rush in a hurry, and a finger slowly touched the sky's claws. Above the shadow.

Mu Wanqing looked annoyed and disgusted, Song Qingshu’s nine-yin bone claws attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang’s fingers seemed to be in slow motion, but it was just right to use the sword qi on the finger to disperse every piece of Song Qingshu. claw!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to the place, his hands numb. Feng Qingyang glanced at him unexpectedly, "I didn't expect him to meet his sword energy frontally, and he didn't hurt him anymore."

"There is one last move." The more this happens, the more alert Feng Qingyang is. Such a person in the demon sect is by no means the blessing of Huashan, and he has unconsciously moved to kill. Chapter 46—A Shameful Slap

Noting the fierceness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew that he was not good, but he was not afraid of it in his heart, instead he was eager to try.

With a stroke of his left hand and a palm of his right hand, he slammed towards Feng Qingyang. It was the "Kanglong regretful" of Jianglong's eighteen palms.

Feng Qingyang saw that he was far away from him, and his previous tricks were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to cope with all changes without change, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy to his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for his moves to grow old. He drew a circle again with his left hand and another palm with his right hand. The exact same "Kang Long has regrets" struck out again.

The power of the two palms is superimposed together, and it is like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of air blasting toward the clear wind.

Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was beginning to become obscure, and he quickly squeezed his sword tactics, and greeted him with a break.

Song Qingshu leaped into the air with the help of rushing force, so that the "flying dragon is in the sky" in the eighteen palms of the dragon, and once again drove the third palm "Kang Long has regrets". Rushed.

Feng Qingyang finally changed his face. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword aura of his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. How could Song Qingshu deliver the third palm when the lightning flint was over, and the three palms were superimposed. The strength of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang just broke through his first two Qi Jin, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm. In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge several feet away.

Feng Qingyang's expression was a little embarrassed. After all, this was the first time he was forced to defend with the sword by the enemy in so many years, and the opponent was still a weak-crowned young man, "Jianlong Sandielang! Your Excellency is Qidan Xiaofeng?"

"If King Xiao is here, Feng Lao might not be as freehand as he is facing." Song Qing gave a negative answer in his words, secretly crying out for luck. He knows the eighteen palms of the dragon and knows what Xiao Feng is best at. The principle of the trick, I tried my best, and I actually played it. Of course, there was still a big gap between the power and the angle of vigor and the timing of the choice, so in the end, I needed to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm in the sky.

"Then who are you? You are also an authentic sect of Wudang Xuanmen in Emei, and you have the wicked martial arts of Jiuyin and White Bone Claws. I'm afraid Xiao Feng and Guo Jing barely overwhelmed you for the gang, and the other elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so clever, he quickly saw his martial arts skills.

"You can call me Goudan." Song Qingshu looked back at the dumbfounded Mu Wanqing, revealing a mischievous smile. But in my heart, I still thought that I was still accumulating food, slowly becoming king, and I had done something wrong with Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhou Zhiruo came to the door when he heard the news, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"The three moves have passed. If you don't want to say, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, pinching his sword and attacked.

The speed of the sword gas caused Song Qingshu to slap his tongue. In a hurry, he quickly resorted to the snake-like turning raccoon technique, and rolled on the ground with a shameful slap in Chapter 46.