Chapter 332

To the master of song Qingshu, we can feel the great difference between time scale and reality.

Or.

The speed of time flowing in the world of the strong is different from that in the ordinary world.

The five swords broke through the air and came to song Qingshu with sharp sword Qi.

In front of him, there was a constant collision between the heavy short sword and the hell platform.

A dexterous soft sword came quietly through the rain.

Behind him is the infinite power of Xiongqi square sword.

There is the linglie sword meaning that the linglie long sword pierces the rock and soil under the body.

On the body, only half a foot from the head.

A broken sword, which exudes a strong sense of the world of mortals, cleaves at Song Qingshu's head like a thunder.

This seems a complicated and dangerous long process.

In the real world, even a fifth of the time has not been completed.

At the moment when the dagger broke through the air.

Song Qingshu's clothes were stained with a drop of rain and dew, shaking with the shock of space.

The rain and dew on the other side of Song Qing's book clothes fell.

Now, the five swords break through the air, and the rain and dew have not yet fallen to the ground.

Under the sword Qi.

That drop of rain and dew turned into something as clear as glass in the air, still far from the ground.

"Ha!"

Facing such a dangerous scene.

Countless body methods and martial arts flashed in Song Qingshu's mind.

Facing the first-line crisis between life and death.

Song Qingshu never retreated or feared.

He just raised his sword.

There are clouds and thunder arcs under your feet, the shadow of your steps is gradually broken, and the lotus floats.

In such a moment.

The space around the body of Song Qing's book seemed to be suspended.

The five swords broke the wind and rain, breaking the night.

It can be very close to song Qingshu.

Five swords can't push forward even an inch.

The awe inspiring sword will rest for a while.

Time just stops with this moment.

But it's not that it really stopped.

The five swords have a rest.

But the five people holding the sword still held it tightly and never relaxed.

At this time, song Qingshu promoted the body method and artistic conception to the extreme.

This made him seem to be fast enough to break away from the obstruction of time and space.

Then song Qingshu waved his left arm like lightning.

The blade of the sword cuts behind him with the desolation of the great wilderness,

Cut Xiongqi square sword into Lingxi mountain cliff.

Then song Qingshu stared at the long sword under him with cold eyes, held the sword and pulled his right arm violently.

The sword body cuts at linglie long sword with the breath of Cuilan chaos and sea determination.

At this time, the long sword is like a sharp arrow shooting into a vast ocean.

Not for a while.

All the momentum on the long sword has dissipated.

The sword body has not been completely shot out of the rock and soil. The prestige of the long sword dissipated and stuck in the rock.

The danger behind him has been broken.

Song Qingshu's figure swept back like a ghost.

At the same time.

Song Qingshu threw the sword in his right hand into his left hand.

A wrong hand cut flat, shining with the fire.

Song Qingshu directly slashed the silky soft sword on his left.

"Gravity ring! Ten times the pressure! "

Once again, a jade ring on the index finger of song Qingshu's left hand emitted a faint red light.

Dang!

With the ten times increase in the weight of hell platform, the heavy short sword in front of hell platform is directly pressed by legs.

No longer the infinite power that collided with hell platform before.

"When the great wilderness is over the mountain, it will be cut off!"

The four swords were broken in one breath, and song Qingshu still didn't stop.

Song Qingshu gripped the purple blood soft sword with both hands, bent his knees, and exposed the green tendons and blood vessels on his arms.

He silently recited a sword decision in his heart, like lifting a hill.

Lift the purple blood soft sword in your hand and cut it to the top of your head.

The ethereal world of mortals.

Once again, it collided with the desolate world of song Qingshu.

With a burst of fire shining in the night, the rain and fog scattered.

The broken sword flew back to the sky and no longer existed.

At this point, song Qingshu was just like a shadow, and had to stand on the ground again.

"The five swords come through the air. Life and death are in a breath."

"In the face of such a killing move, I don't believe anyone can take it lightly."

"Even if I keep an arm and a sword, I can't escape."

"Song Daoyou, your ghost like five swords cut through the cool morning wind. How strong are you?"

Li Zhan frowned slightly and looked at the broken sword flying to the sky.

A long sword stuck in the rock, a decadent short sword, a soft sword that doesn't know where to go, and a square sword stabbed on the wall of Lingxi mountain.

Finally, he looked at Song Qingshu's purple blood soft sword covered with rain and dew.

Sighed and sighed again and again.

Scenes of imagination came to mind.

Fly from five swords to front of you.

To song Qingshu, he pulled out four swords in succession and threw out a hell platform.

In the eyes of Li Zhan and Tang Xun, such a dangerous scene is naturally very long.

However, in reality, less than a breath has passed.

The grain slipped from Song Qing's book clothes into the air and turned into drops of glass.

Until now, it has just dropped on the ground.

Zhou Fang looked at the turbid flower that the raindrop gradually rose on the pebble.

The heart feels and the mind reads.

After a long time, Zhou Fangcai smiled at himself and clapped his hands.

Similarly, the other four people looked at Zhou Fang applauding. After a little hesitation, they also clapped their palms.

Li Zhan looked at this scene, smiled bitterly, and then clapped at Song Qingshu.

"The swordsman is the proudest group of people in the world."

"Even if they lose strength to the enemy, they can't relax their swords."

"Always hold the sword in your hand. Naturally, it's impossible to applaud."

"You may hear the mute and see the blind drawing, but you can't see the swordsman clapping his hands or hear applause."

"At least, I have lived more than 200 years. This is the first time I have seen and heard."

Tang Xun gently pinched his chin, raised a playful smile at the corners of his mouth, and muttered to the three people around him.

Looking at this scene, the three Pavilion leaders of Tangmen valley no longer dared to look at Song Qingshu, so they had to be silent and speechless.

Song Qingshu looked at the picture of five people clapping at him, and the indifference on his lips dissolved slightly, with a smile:

"The swords of the five have their strengths and weaknesses."

"But there is nothing invincible about kendo. Today, the five lost to me, and they were not wronged."

When Zhou Fang heard the speech, the smile on his mouth dissipated endless bitterness:

"Song Daoyou, I never believe in genius."

"I think the so-called genius is just that the sword is more powerful and sharp when wielding the sword."

"But your ghost's swords today will cut and fly our strongest swords in a breath."

"So, I really have to admire you. You are a Kendo genius..."

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu's indifference turned into joy:

"Ha ha, Zhou Daoyou is serious. Qingshu is just a little faster than others when dancing a sword. There's nothing to say."

"By the way, two joint things..."

Don't wait for song Qingshu to finish.

Zhou Fang raised his head and said with a heavy voice:

"But the five of us still have to consult!"