Taoist Temple of Time and Space

Chapter 88. The Heavenly Sword Master, the Battle of the Curtain Call

Immediately afterwards, the dark sky was torn apart, and the dazzling sunlight shone down.A wandering figure fell rapidly, it was Tiandao Song Que. In the strong wind, his black hair danced wildly, his eyes were closed tightly on his pale and resolute face, and he seemed to have passed out.

When he was still six feet away from the ground, he suddenly opened his eyes, protected against the strong wind, and landed safely. It seemed that there was no major problem, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was a little plum blossom-like blood on the front of his chest.

"Thank you seniors for your enlightenment"

As Song Que spoke, a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Sitting cross-legged, Chu Feng raised his head and looked at Song Que, feeling a little surprised. He mobilized half of his strength for the blow just now, yet Song Que could still stand. The great master of martial arts in this world is really amazing.

"Since Song has been defeated, can the senior release the dog and the little girl?"

When Song Que mentioned his children, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He had been climbing the mountains of martial arts for decades and was almost ruthless. He only showed this emotion when he thought of his children.

"Pindao, go ask the leader. Master Song, please wait a moment!"

After Chu Feng finished speaking, his figure blurred and disappeared.

One stick of incense and two sticks of incense passed, but no one came out. Song Que, who was injured but was dragging his hands to heal his injuries, looked a little pale.

Not long after, a man and a woman came out from behind a distant building. The man was dressed in a black shirt, handsome and resolute, with a free and easy demeanor, and the woman was dressed in a white palace dress, with a heroic look and a dusty temperament. It was the detained Song Shidao, Song Yuzhi.

"Father"

"Father, you are hurt"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi walked over quickly and supported Song Que on the left and right, with nervous expressions on their faces. They had vaguely heard the fighting outside in the temple just now, but they did not expect that their father would be injured.

Seeing that his children were safe, Song Que felt relieved, and immediately sat down cross-legged, practicing kung fu to heal his wounds, a layer of mist rose around his body, and his pale cheeks gradually turned rosy.

Two hours passed and Song Que slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see his daughter Song Yuzhi looking at him with red eyes.

"Chier, I have nothing to do as a father. You go back first."

After Song Que finished speaking, he soared into the sky, heading towards the depths of the vast temple with overwhelming fighting intent.

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi's faces turned ugly at the same time. Based on their understanding of their father, they knew that his father must be going to challenge the Juggernaut. They got along with each other in the past few days, and they deeply understood the cruelty of the Juggernaut and the martial arts of the Juggernaut. Gao Shen, once his father is defeated, his life will definitely be in danger.

"Father, don't..."

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi chased after him.

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In Zhunti Temple, in the square in front of the Main Hall, there are swords everywhere, densely packed, tens of thousands of them, glowing with a frightening cold light under the sunlight.

Dressed in Tsing Yi, the incomparable and elegant Ah Qing sat cross-legged in the middle, motionless, the air flow around her body surged regularly, and the swords trembled, as if they were alive.

Standing beside him with a broom is the old Taoist Chu Feng, who has a strange expression on his face. This cheap apprentice of himself is really a monstrous existence. He actually comprehends the art of controlling swords by himself. In time, it will not be a problem to surpass his master.

Booming, dozens of stone statues flew from the sky one after another, with the unpleasant sound of tearing the air.

Ah Qing moved his fingers slightly, and dozens of swords rose from the ground, spinning rapidly in the air, roaring towards the stone statue, and upon collision, a series of explosions occurred.

In the sky covered in smoke and dust, Song Que, who was full of fighting spirit, held a long knife in his hand, and with the momentum of the impact, he slashed down violently.The saber energy swept across the earth like an ice dragon. Although the power was not as powerful as the eight sabers, it was not far behind.Cracks like spider webs appeared on the ground, which was shocking.

Ah Qing remained motionless, breathing in and out with a unique rhythm, as if communicating something, suddenly, thousands of swords rose from the ground, whirled into the air, formed a cylindrical protective circle, and hit it The saber energy disappeared invisible in the rotation.

"Fighting the sword into the wall, you are worthy of being a sword master. Song only wants to fight, even if he dies, he will have no regrets!"

Song Que's eyes brightened, and the eight knives combined into one reappeared, his whole body was suspended, and the violent saber energy was surging, which was three points more powerful than when he was fighting Chu Feng just now.

"Heavenly Sword Song Que!"

Ah Qing's expression was cold, and his bright eyes were deathly silent, as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Sword Saint Ah Qing"

Song Que's will to fight is so strong that he will be strong when he encounters the strong, and he will fight when he is strong. This is his principle on the road of pursuing martial arts.

Chu Feng, who was standing by the side, came to understand when he saw the situation, Song Que broke through the battle just now.

"Very good, let's see if the Heavenly Sword after the breakthrough is more powerful, or the Sword Master who has mastered the Sword Mastery is more powerful!"

After Chu Feng finished speaking, he retreated to a distance to watch the battle.

In the sky, Song Que's accumulated momentum was getting stronger and stronger, as if he was going to exhaust the vitality of the world.

Ah Qing in the square was still motionless, and with every breath, thousands of circular columns of swords and swords spun rapidly, the speed was more than five times faster than before. It is conceivable that anything in the world, involved in it, will to be crushed.

"war!"

The knife-shaped pillar of air from the sky rushed down with the momentum of rushing to the mountains and rivers.There was a shocking explosion during the collision, and then Song Que launched a lightning-like offensive, and figures with sword glows came suddenly from all directions, and the sword energy rushed into the circular air column of the sword many times.

After more than a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Song Que's offensive slowed down. Ah Qing moved with overwhelming force. He stepped on his sword and went straight upstream to kill Song Que.

Different from Song Que who could only stay in the air for a short time, Ah Qing galloped freely in the air with his flying sword, quickly knocked Song Que down, and then copied Song Que's previous lightning attack. sink.In the dust, Ah Qing and Song Que got stuck in it at the same time.

Chu Feng moved over in an instant. He didn't expect these two madmen to knock down the ground. Seeing that there was no movement, he was about to go down to check.

Thousands of swords, shaped like a silver dragon, flew from the sky and penetrated into the ground. Then the ground floated up like a sponge, and then trembled violently, as if a wild beast was about to escape.

Chu Feng's expression changed, and he immediately rode on the auspicious clouds and retreated to the blue sky.

Then a black spot appeared on the ground and quickly enlarged. The buildings on the ground were swallowed up little by little. The black spot then turned into a black tornado, violently rising into the sky. Two figures flew out at the same time and quickly separated.

When he landed on the ground, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was covered in scars and was lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Ah Qing's sword flew into the sky, with three thousand blue hairs fluttering, with a murderous intent.

"Father"

Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi ran in this direction.

Ah Qing's eyes swept across, and the torrent of swords swept past with endless killing intent.

Boom, there was a loud explosion in the sky, and a purple long rainbow traversed straight down, crushing countless sharp swords into the dust.

Amidst the purple air, an ape as white as frost and snow with a broom in his hand strode out.

"master"

Ah Qing's killing intent was gone, her face was full of joy.When her gaze flicked over the broom, her expression froze.

(End of this chapter)