The old swordsman listened to song Qingshu's whispering and looked indifferent:

"Don't think it's great that you killed the despicable elder of Heiyu evil sect!"

"Song Qingshu, today, I will show you what is called the sword of heaven and man."

Stop talking.

A sharp sword idea emerged from the old swordsman's eyes and broke through the air towards song Qingshu.

The blade of the sword brushed through the air and made a buzzing sound.

The shape of the sword is vague, like a sword, more like a stick.

It can be seen that this is just a sword freely waved by the old swordsman.

But although it is a sword of heaven and earth freely waved.

But as long as it is contaminated with even a trace of the potential of heaven and earth.

It is by no means an unusual alchemy friar who can contend with the existence of.

If the sword is not waved, the sword will be broken.

This is the pride of the old swordsman.

He wanted to kill song Qingshu in one breath without soiling the sword body.

But the old swordsman is proud.

Song Qingshu also has.

Facing such a casual sword, song Qingshu was too lazy to pull out his sword.

So he just enlarged the hell platform and threw it out, smashing the dark sword idea to pieces.

Boom!

With a dull noise.

The old swordsman frowned with great unhappiness.

Because he didn't see the hell platform cut in half.

He only saw a white line on the hell stage.

A very shallow white line

"You're a good baby, but you can't be invincible with foreign objects."

"I think you can beat my Fengjian mountain villa disciple just by virtue of these treasures!"

"If there were no foreign objects, song Qingshu, you would have been the soul of others."

The old swordsman looked at the white thread on the hell stage and said with a cold hum.

Song Qingshu shrugged and reached out to erase the white line on the hell stage, but smiled:

"Sir, I remember I didn't have a grudge against you?"

"But you first forced me to kill with your life, and then tried every means to attack my martial arts heart."

"Every word is a speech to kill the heart, and every word is a speech to kill the heart. Can you let me know what you are for? "

Hearing the speech, the old swordsman roared with his eyes wide open:

"Among the two Fengjian mountain villa disciples you killed, one is my beloved disciple and the other is my son!"

Song Qingshu was stunned when he heard the speech, then he shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly:

"Sir, I'm sorry for the change."

"Although Qingshu sympathizes with your situation, I have done nothing wrong."

The old swordsman snorted coldly, his eyebrows were angry, and roared like an angry lion:

"You said you didn't do anything wrong? Hahaha, are you blind? "

"You smashed my son into meat sauce. Didn't you see it?"

Of course song Qingshu saw it.

But he still disagreed.

In this martial arts world, if you don't kill, you will die.

This is the truth throughout the ages.

So song Qingshu is still indifferent:

"If I don't kill your son or your beloved, I will die. Sir, is it wrong to protect myself?"

When song Qingshu said this, the old swordsman had lifted his sword.

It's not until Laojian mountain villa stabbed the man's sword that day.

Song Qingshu's words made him look at Song Qingshu.

His eyes were full of contempt:

"What kind of identity are you? If you die, you die! "

"What is my son's identity? Sooner or later, he will become a master of Kendo under one person and over ten thousand people! "

"Unfortunately, it's broken in your treacherous hand!"

Faced with such an unreasonable old stubborn, song Qingshu was too lazy to spend any more money.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand behind him and pulled out the purple blood soft sword again.

The edge of the sword was shining like the cold in Song Qingshu's heart at this time.

Song Qingshu raised his head and looked at the old swordsman who was about to release his sword. His face was expressionless:

"If you didn't say that just now, I'll stop."

"But since you asked, what am I? Then I'll tell you with a sword! "

Reason with a sword.

Use your fist to prove strength.

This is the only thing song Qingshu can do now!

"Master, what is the strength of the old swordsman now?"

The leader of Fengjian mountain villa felt the murderous spirit of Kendo brewing between heaven and earth, frowned and asked Li Zhan.

Li Zhan was silent for a long time before he sighed slightly:

"After so many years, although the old swordsman has made slow progress, he is also a person who has half stepped into the realm of quadruple Yuanying."

Hearing the speech, the leader of Fengjian mountain villa was worried:

"Well, I'm afraid the old swordsman is not the opponent of song Qingshu. Song Qingshu has many means. The old swordsman is afraid..."

Before the leader of Fengjian mountain villa finished his speech, Li Zhan laughed and shook his head:

"The old swordsman can only make one sword."

……

Fengjian villa is extremely concerned about the decisive battle between the old swordsman and song Qingshu.

Tangmen valley also pays close attention to this battle.

Because Tang Xun wants to know what song Qingshu's skill is.

The valley leader of Tangmen looked at the thin figure of the old swordsman and sneered:

"Father, I don't think you need to see it anymore."

"One of Yuan Ying's three strong men has fallen under the sword of song Qingshu."

"Even if there is one more, what is there?"

Tang Xun frowned, looked at the figure of the old swordsman, shook his head and said:

"If an ordinary Yuanying is triple, I'm afraid being a father is really not optimistic."

"But this old swordsman who has taught sword in Jianshan villa for more than 80 years is not unusual."

The valley leader of Tangmen doesn't understand:

"Why is it unusual?"

Tang Xun smiled bitterly, raised his hand, lifted up the thick hair covering his left eye, revealing a sword mark between his eyebrows:

"If it were normal, I wouldn't have been nearly blinded by a sword."

When there was friction between Tangmen Valley and Fengjian mountain villa.

Tang Xun, who is not the valley leader, fell in love with the swordsman who is responsible for teaching swords in Fengjian villa.

At that time, Tang Xun, who was still the seventh weight of the golden elixir, shook his hand and waved seven rainstorm pear needles.

Facing the seven rainstorm pear needles, the old swordsman, who was also a friar of the golden elixir, only made one sword.

Obviously, it's just an ordinary sword, but it cuts out the momentum of the unity of heaven and man.

When the sword is exhausted.

The pear blossom needle is broken.

Electro optic flint room.

Tang Xun only had time to lower his head slightly.

But he was almost cut blind in his left eye

Now, the old swordsman has come to Yuanying strong, and his understanding of the laws of heaven is better than before.

How terrible will his sword be now?

I'm afraid only song Qingshu, who is eight feet away in front of the old swordsman, can give an answer to this question.

"You are older than me. You take the sword first."

Song Qing wrote about the old swordsman's snow-white hair and didn't take him too seriously.

The old swordsman didn't refuse.

In his eyes, song Qingshu is already a dead man.

And he doesn't talk to dead people.

Therefore, the old swordsman just swung the sword round and cut it hard at Song Qingshu.

At this moment.

It seems that there is only one sword left between heaven and earth.

Song Qingshu frowned and trembled with the purple blood soft sword in his hand, saying in secret:

"Very strong!"