Chapter 333

The swordsman abandoned his dignity and chose to worship and sigh for song Qingshu's just swords.

So Tang Xun lived two hundred years and heard the sound of clapping hands and bursts of applause from the swordsmen for the first time.

Song Qingshu never thought of it.

Although the five people have admired and recognized their strength.

The swords in their hands did not know where they fell.

But they still didn't put down the sword in their hearts.

Song Qingshu thought of this and smiled:

"This is oral heart dissatisfaction?"

"It's not that Qingshu is rude. None of your five people and five swords are my enemies. Don't embarrass yourself."

Zhou Fang shook his head indifferently, hugged song Qingshu and respectfully compiled:

"As song Daoyou said, the swords you just made me admire five people."

"Since it's a service, it's natural for people who are convinced and disagree."

"Don't mention the peak of kendo, even Kendo can't get started."

Hearing the speech, song Qingshu was amused:

"In that case, why not abandon the sword and chat?"

"We can sing the breeze and the moon, laugh and talk about business, or get drunk and lie in the clouds."

"At least, I'm not interested. I'll cut your sword and break it."

After that, song Qingshu inserted the purple blood soft sword in his hand into the scabbard behind him.

Immediately, song Qingshu stood proudly speechless and looked at the five people who compiled him.

Song Qingshu's eyes flashed a faint cold light, just like the waning moon in the depths of thick clouds.

It made Zhou Fang's five people feel cool.

And like a lone wolf hidden in the deep forest.

Zhou Fang's five people trembled.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a long time.

A long time later.

Zhou Fang's slightly helpless voice just reached song Qingshu's ears:

"Song Daoyou, most people holding swords have their own pride."

"I was defeated by a sword in the world of mortals before. I am convinced."

"A heavy sword was startled back by a stone platform. I respect it."

"Dexterous sword was cut off, Xiongqi sword was picked up, and the meaning of linglie sword was broken to the ground. I sigh for genius."

"But the five of us still have one sword. Please teach me."

Song Qingshu was patient and his eyes lit up when he heard this.

Because he just started a sweep.

But he could not see even a trace of cruelty in Zhou Fang's eyes.

In Zhou Fang's eyes.

What song Qingshu saw was admiration, helplessness and calm after knowing that he was defeated.

This is enough to prove that Zhou Fang's attitude really just wants to compete with song Qingshu.

Moreover, in Zhou Fang's eyes, song Qingshu also saw the hope of victory.

This is enough to prove.

Next, Zhou Fang's sword should be quite interesting.

So song Qingshu didn't immediately lift the purple blood soft sword behind him and cut Zhou Fang to death.

Although he did have this plan before Sanxi

However, looking at Zhou Fang's sincere compilation and clarifying eyes.

Song Qingshu nodded and said with a smile:

"But!"

Zhou Fang chuckled:

"Thank you song Daoyou!"

After that, the five people led by Zhou Fang kneaded their swords and called the five swords scattered everywhere into their hands.

The five men held their swords, and a look of hope reappeared in their eyes.

As long as the sword is in hand.

Kill all the heroes in the world!

The dignity and belief of swordsmen are particularly admirable in any immortal world.

Song Qingshu thinks so.

So when the five people scattered in their five directions formed a rather mysterious sword array.

Song Qingshu did not lift the purple blood soft sword, directly cut the sword array, and then cut five people to death.

He just stood quietly in the middle of the sword array.

Looking at the mysterious Kendo lines one by one, they slowly put together a complete line under their feet.

He just quietly watched the lines glow slowly, and then sent out the linglie sword meaning of the five strong Yuanying.

"The next sword is still very interesting. What's its name?"

Song Qingshu looked at the sword array at his feet, raised his toes slightly, stepped down gently, smiled and whispered.

"Sword of heaven!"

Zhou Fang's brain was full of green thoughts. He would hold the sword tightly in his hand. The tiger's mouth was slightly cracked, and blood flowed out of his palm.

Facing the question of song Qingshu, Zhou Fang took a deep breath, and then spoke out with difficulty.

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu shook his head gently:

"I thought Fengjian mountain villa was proud of a sword in the sky."

"Don't you think the rest of the villa should be the same?"

"Why do people have to take the Heavenly Sword as the target when they stand on the ground?"

Zhou Fang also shook his head:

"What song Daoyou said is bad."

"Although we can never reach it, we must always go. This is yearning."

"Although Mingli is poor, he will never give up. This is hope."

"Although man stands on the earth, he must aim at the sky. This is pride!"

Song Qingshu frowned:

"Your broken sword is full of worldly troubles. How can you cut a sword in the sky?"

Zhou Fang chuckles:

"If you can't cut it, you have to cut it. This is the sword!"

"As long as I chop, which tube what iron chain cold chain, which tube what mountain high water far, which tube what distance between heaven and man?"

"If one sword doesn't work, I'll cut two swords. If two swords don't work, I'll cut four swords. Four can't be eight, eight can't be a hundred, a million can't be ten thousand!"

"As long as I cut, sooner or later I can cut the sword of heaven and man!"

Wen Yan.

Song Qingshu looked around at the five people in different directions and sneered:

"You only have five swords."

Zhou Fang said:

"Five swords can be one sword, and one sword is all the swords in our five immortal lives."

"So I have no less than ten million swords!"

Song Qingshu laughed:

"I admire you! Please! "

With the words of song Qingshu falling to the ground.

The sword array at his feet suddenly emitted infinite light.

The five men of Zhou Fang held the sword in their hands, bit the tip of their tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood essence, which splashed on their swords.

Then five clear screams came from around Song Qingshu.

In the roar of Qing Dynasty, the five swords broke through the air and turned into countless shadows on the sword array at the foot of song Qingshu.

These are countless shadows condensed from five swords.

Song Qingshu looked at the scene and smiled:

"I'm right. You really only have five swords."

But as the shadow gradually condenses.

Originally, song Qingshu could see where the five swords were.

Now facing the overwhelming shadow of the sword, he can't tell

Song Qingshu sighed:

"You're right. You really have thousands of swords."

Dang!

With a very clear and loud collision sound in the air, the countless concise sword shadows condensed into a sword in an instant.

This sword has the meaning of red dust.

It has the unique artistic conception of the other four swords.

Heavy and magnificent, Ling lie and dexterous.

Song Qingshu hasn't seen through the charm of this sword.

The sword had broken through the air and came to stab song Qingshu.

The body of the sword has not arrived.

Sword Qi has arrived.

The breeze blew from the edge of the sword, broke several strands of song Qingshu's hair, cut his cheek and left a shallow white mark.

This sword array is not very strong, but it is also very strong.

You can only use one sword with the power of five people. It's too small for ordinary combat.

But this sword made song Qingshu's eyes shine.