The original spotless clean Taoist robe is now in tatters.

Jiang Wuchen, the fourth disciple of Wudang branch, looks pale and even the blood stains on the corners of his mouth are black. That's a symptom of cold poison attacking the heart.

It can be said that when the cold poison attack reaches this level, even if the xuanming two old men do it themselves, it is impossible to detoxify him.

At this time, the disciple's situation was very bad. He staggered and would fall at any time.

But his eyes were particularly firm and unyielding.

"Ha ha, shameless old thief, do you think my Wudang disciple will be greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"To tell you the truth, the eldest martial brother and the second martial brother have informed the young leader to let him leave during the time I entangled you."

"My life was saved by master. Now I give it back to master's only son. It's worth dying, ha ha!"

The murderous spirit in the eyes of crane pen Weng condenses into essence.

He never thought that a Wudang disciple should have such courage and character. It's really annoying.

"Go to hell!"

The cold air in his hand condensed into substance, and the crane pen Weng suddenly slapped him and cleaved towards the river.

The power of this palm is appalling. If it really falls, even fine steel can print, and even bluestone can be split into pieces.

Jiang Wuchen slowly closes his eyes and completely gives up resistance.

However, at this time, He Bi Weng felt that all the cold hairs on his back stood up, as if he had been stared at by the flood and fierce beasts.

Decades of experience in fighting in the Jianghu and escaping from death told him that if he continued to strike this palm, he was likely to die.

He biweng chose to believe his feelings. He suddenly withdrew.

The next second, a simple sword broke through the air and stabbed into the open space where the crane pen Weng was originally located.

Obviously, if the crane pen Weng didn't move away just now, the sword would surely stab him.

"Good boy, how dare you sneak on me," said the crane pen Weng. His eyes narrowed slightly, sending out wisps of dangerous light.

However, after seeing the appearance of the ancient sword, the crane pen Weng smiled.

"Ha ha, Zhenwu sword?"

He had guessed the identity of the person coming. The young man in a green shirt who came towards him was his goal - Song Qingshu!

"Good boy, if you know I'm here, you dare to stay," said Hebi Weng with a smile, staring at Song Qingshu. "Didn't Zhang Sanfeng tell you that if you meet me down the mountain, do you want to run quickly?"

Song Qingshu looked away from Jiang Wuchen, looked at the crane pen Weng and said indifferently.

"Shizu has a temper with me. He never remembers his defeated generals, let alone his disciples."

A plain sentence made the crane pen Weng angry.

"Good boy, your mouth is hard enough. I just don't know if you can be hard enough to be tortured later!"

Watching song Qingshu constantly provoke Hebi Weng, Jiang Wuchen is about to cry.

In other words, this script is wrong!

According to the routine of those storytellers, shouldn't you run for your life with tears in your eyes and spread my glorious deeds in the Jianghu in the future?

How come I've worked so hard for so long now, but you didn't run for your life and sent your ass to the door to quarrel?

Die!

Did I get beaten for so long?

Jiang Wuchen has a bitter hatred on his face: "young leader, why didn't you escape?"

Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and said, "why should I run away?"

Jiang Wuchen's tears were coming down and he was moved to tears: "young leader, I have been attacked by cold and poison. I can't be saved. You don't have to take risks for me!"

Song Qingshu sighed: "you think too much. I really don't want to save you. I just want to kill an old dog."

Jiang Wuchen: "

The crane pen Weng sneered: "ha ha, what a big tone. Even if Lao Dao Zhang is here, he doesn't dare to say that he can kill me. It's up to you?"

Song Qingshu glanced at the crane pen Weng: "for the first time, I heard someone rushing to be an 'old dog'."

In terms of bickering, where is song Qingshu's opponent.

After three or two words, he was so angry that his internal Qi went wrong and directly spewed out an old mouthful of blood.

"I'm so angry. Smelly boy has sharp teeth. I won't pull out your teeth!"

Anger is in my heart, and the dark god palm of the crane pen Weng is even more fierce.

A mass of yin and cold black palm Qi condensed in both palms and split song Qingshu directly.

Song Qingshu showed Wudang ladder cloud vertical, and his body shape disappeared in place in an instant, and a jump appeared on the roof.

The single round lightness skill, the song Qingshu, which cultivates the ladder cloud vertical to a super perfect state, is unparalleled in the world.

Perhaps in this world, only Zhang Sanfeng and Wei Yixiao, the green winged bat king, can compete with song Qingshu in speed!

"Don't hide if you have the ability!"

Song Qingshu's speed made crane pen Weng's pupils shrink, and his eyes were a little more afraid.

He knows the lightness skill of song Qingshu very well. If he wants to escape, he can't stop it.

The three Wudang disciples hurriedly said, "young leader, don't be trapped by the old thief."

"Yes, old thief, how old are you? Don't let the little leader hide when you bully the small? Really shameless! "

"Ha ha, don't hide? Should you stand still and let you fight? "

……

The three Wudang disciples kept mocking. He biweng's face turned blue and almost burst his lungs.

If he was not afraid of song Qingshu's speed and was afraid that he would take the opportunity to attack, he biweng would have to kill the three boys immediately.

Song Qingshu stood proudly on the roof, and the overbearing color in his eyes became stronger and stronger: "don't hide?"

"OK, then don't hide!"

A mighty sword spirit was released from his body and rushed straight into the sky, shattering the stratus clouds, which made the crane pen Weng's face suddenly change.

"Jianghu rumors are true. Have you really understood the meaning of the sword?"

Soon, the shock turned into a strong sense of killing: "I understand the meaning of the sword at a young age. Over time, I am an old Taoist Zhang. You can't stay!"

When the skill turned 12%, the crane pen Weng gave a long roar, and his palms came out together and split towards song Qingshu.

At this moment, he really wanted to kill. He didn't intend to stay alive for interrogation. He just wanted to destroy song Qingshu as soon as possible.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath and swallowed the sky demon skill at full speed.

A mighty black sun rose slowly behind him, with the domineering breath of swallowing the ages and looking down at the sky.

His right hand pointed to the sky as a sword.

Sword!

In an instant, a sword roared through the clouds and rocks, ringing through the heaven and earth.

Zhenwu sword is like the birth of wisdom. It starts from the ground and turns into a streamer. It is held in Song Qingshu's hand.

"Thirteen swords of Shenmen - the sword opens the gate of heaven!"

Song Qingshu's wrist shook slightly. When the Zhenwu sword was steep, it turned into hundreds of sword lights and directed at the big holes all over Hebi Weng's body.

At this moment, he biweng felt that he was not facing a rising star in the realm of heaven the day after tomorrow.

He felt himself facing a sword God.

A peerless sword God who can't resist and look directly at his edge by relying on momentum alone!

At this moment, facing the arrogant sword intention of song Qingshu.

He biweng seems to understand the battle of Mount Emei 50 years ago.

My master, why did I lose.