Chapter 974 The First Move Flag

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Ouyang Feng hesitated to speak, arousing the interest of everyone in the hall, not to mention Jin Guo and his party, even the Quanzhen Sect people were curious about the identity of the person who came, but unfortunately he didn't say half of it, and let a group of people Wait and get angry.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Brother Feng, you don't have to tell me I probably know who he is. Don't worry, I'm not sure who will win this battle."

If he could hit Ouyang Feng with a single move, even Zhang Sanfeng might not be able to do it if he looked at the entire martial arts. The only possibility was that the opponent's martial arts just restrained Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng's toad technique is very miraculous, but the only drawback is that the momentum is too long, so he is restrained by the Yiyang Finger to a certain extent. Wei and Ouyang Feng are not even close to each other, even if they fight against each other in martial arts, it is absolutely impossible to hurt Ouyang Feng with one move. As for the other masters of Yiyang Finger in Dali, the highest cultivation level is in Tianlong Temple, and Song Qingshu wanted to steal " "Six Meridians Excalibur" Sword Sutra, and had a fight with the monks in Tianlong Temple, and they were very clear about the cultivation base of those people, and no one had the ability to hurt Ouyang Feng.

Once again, Yiyang refers to martial arts and is far above Ouyang Feng. There is only one person in the whole world, and that is Wang Chongyang.

Although it is rumored that he is dead long ago, the world of the 14 golden books can be merged together, and Song Qingshu will not be surprised if anything happens.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ouyang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, my brother's current cultivation may not necessarily lose to him."

The white-robed old man suddenly became interested, and he laughed: "I thought you would only be arrogant at a young age, but since Mr. Ouyang also said the same, presumably Your Excellency's martial arts must be extraordinary, and the old man would like to see it. You are a junior in martial arts, this old man will give you three moves first."

Qiu Chuji hurriedly reminded: "Senior, be careful, this man has a high level of martial arts, which we have never seen in our life. His volleying sword skills are really unpredictable!" Song Qingshu previously controlled a dozen swords and surrounded hundreds of Taoist priests. They came and went freely, and the impression left on them was really shocking.

The white-robed old man didn't care, put his hands behind his back, and said proudly, "The old man really wants to see it."

Song Qingshu is not happy because he can make moves first, but he is full of slander. He has watched so many movies and TV works in his previous life. Anyone who makes moves first, even if the moves are brilliant, is just to set off another person. This fg is really untenable. what.

However, he quickly distinguished between the real and the illusory world. Since he was asked to make a move first by Tuoda, the advantage would not be taken advantage of.

"Since that's the case, I'm welcome."

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and raised it into the void, the three swords that fell on the ground suddenly flew into the air, the tip of the sword trembled slightly towards the white-robed old man, and kept making the sound of dragon chants.

The white-robed old man was indeed a little moved. Famous swordsmen in the arena are unknown, but it seems that he has never seen one who can control the sword in such a distance.

"I don't take advantage of you. There are three swords here, even if I have made three moves." Song Qingshu's voice just fell, and he reached out and pressed it. The three long swords were like three meteors flying towards the white-robed old man. shoot away.

"Senior be careful!"

Quanzhen's five sons exclaimed in unison. The power of this move made them palpitate. They knew that if they and the white-robed old man were in different places, they might not be able to move even under this powerful pressure. The terrifying aura from the sound of the sword, not to mention flesh and blood, even if the statue of Sanqing in the main hall is hit directly, I am afraid it will turn into powder.

Dai Qisi's expression was complicated. Song Qingshu's hand was really amazing. She had a special identity and had seen countless masters over the years, but the only ones who could barely compare to him were Yang Dingtian back then, Zhang Wuji later, and Persia. Huo Shan, the old man in the mountain at the main altar, as for the King of Treasure Trees and the Three Envoys of the Wind and Cloud, I am afraid that he is not even worthy to carry his shoes.

Pu Chaqiucao was completely convinced by Song Qingshu today. He thought that fortunately his brother was not here, otherwise he saw this scene, and then thought that he had been the number one master of the Jin Kingdom all these years, and he still had to find a crack to get in? Tang Kuobian is really deep enough for this man. He has kept a low profile for so many years, but the result is nothing but a blockbuster.

Xiao Longnv's mind is much simpler. She was seriously injured, and her beautiful eyes were already half-open and half-closed, but this battle was related to the savior, so she gathered her energy to watch the battle, but instead, she shifted her gaze more. When I arrived at the white-robed old man, I was full of doubts in my heart: "This man's body is very familiar. I should have seen it somewhere, but why can't I remember it."

"Good come!"

The old man in white robe made a leisurely comment before he stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves in front of him. The three menacing long swords seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force, and they all indented into his sleeves.

Dangdang!

A few crisp sounds came, it turned out to be the sound of the old man in white robe shaking his sleeves and the three long swords falling to the ground.

Everyone looked at the three long swords one after another, only to see that the few swords that shone with cold light before were now dull, all twisted like a twist and lying on the ground quietly, they couldn't help exclaiming.

Dai Qisi looked at Song Qingshu's back worriedly, the other party took this move with ease, he's afraid today...

Pu Chaqiucao also frowned slightly, thinking about why there are so many masters in the Central Plains martial arts, Tang Kuobian has such a high level of martial arts, and the opponent actually has an unfathomable master who can match. Three thousand elite soldiers swarmed up, no matter who he was, he would be chopped into meat sauce.

On the contrary, it is the little dragon girl Gu Jing Bubo. In her opinion, life and death are irrelevant, not to mention who wins or loses between these two people, they are not too much.

Song Qingshu didn't show too much surprise. If he guessed right, the other party was really that person, and this move certainly wouldn't hurt him.

The white-robed old man said loudly, "Boy, your swordsmanship can be called amazing, but it's a pity that there are too many tricks."

Song Qingshu shook his head: "That just happened to your Excellency. Looking at the entire river and lake, that move just now is enough to deal with most people."

The white-robed old man pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes, there are not many people in the entire Jianghu who can take over your move just now."

Song Qingshu replied: "Your Excellency has already let me, now you are welcome."

The white-robed old man smiled slightly: "Okay, since you just made three swords, this old man will give you back three fingers." Then he stretched out his finger and tapped three times in the air, and three strong, irresistible air flowed suddenly. I wrote to Song Qing.

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