Fragrance Stealer

"The treasure is right there! Why, lady, are you afraid?" Song Qingshu asked winkingly.

"Hmph, what is this girl afraid of!" Mu Wanqing was a reckless master, and she was a little scruples about the name of the Huashan School before, but she was provoked by Song Qingshu, and she didn't care about it.

The two walked through the sky plank road, and finally came to the top of Siguo Cliff. Siguo Cliff has three cliffs, one side is a mountain wall, and there is a cave on the mountain wall. It is extremely deserted all year round.

"The last guest should be Linghu Chong." Song Qingshu mused, "Among so many protagonists, Linghu Chong is quite good. Although he has learned the Dugu Nine Swords, the Five Sacred Swordsmanship should remain intact in the cave."

Song Qingshu has already figured out that he can't compete with the protagonist in the original book. He has given up on all the unique skills of the protagonist in the original book. However, there are still many martial arts in the original book that the protagonist has never monopolized, such as Siguoya's Five Sacred Swordsmanship.

"Goudaner, what do you do with a wooden sword on your back all day long?" Mu Wan wondered early in the morning about the thin wooden sword on Song Qingshu's back. In the realm of having a sword, I thought it was just a toy in my heart.

"My lady, because my husband is a master of swordsmanship, I have long disdained to use a sharp sword." Song Qingshu looked narcissistic.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." In the past two days, Mu Wanqing had already seen the other party's hobby of bragging, so she didn't even bother to give him a look of disdain.

Although Song Qingshu was very confident in his speculation, but he didn't see those sword moves with his own eyes, so everything was unknown.As soon as he entered the cave, he paid special attention to the traces on the wall, and soon found a trace of looseness on the wall behind a tree vine.

With a light palm, Song Qingshu knocked down the stone covered there, bent down and got in.

"Oh!" Looking at the bones all over the floor, Mu Wanqing's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but firmly grasp the sword in her hand.

"I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turned out to be paintings of villains." Although Song Qingshu said in a disappointed tone, his eyes quickly scanned the various sword moves on the wall.

"You fool, this is clearly an extremely brilliant sword technique." Hearing his voice, Mu Wanqing raised her head, and saw the Wuyue sword technique all over the wall, as well as various methods to break it.

Chapter 45 Chased by Feng Qingyang

Song Qingshu didn't listen to what Mu Wanqing said at all. He read it just now, and he had already mastered the Five Sacred Sword Technique and the ten old breaking techniques of the Devil's Cult. Now he closed his eyes, and his mind was running fast.

After reading the original book, he has long understood that moves are dead and people are alive. If these sword moves are used invariably, it is easy for others to decipher them, but as long as the person using the sword uses the moves flexibly, he can naturally avoid being caught by the enemy. Easily broken.

Song Qingshu had always been very powerful on paper before, but lacked practical vision. Now these murals gave him a vivid demonstration of the fighting between masters.

The angle, timing, strength of the move, the connection of the next move, and the enemy's response... Song Qingshu felt his heart became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly startled, she turned her head and looked behind her intently, Mu Wanqing noticed his movements, and turned around too, and found an old man with white hair and beard standing there silently.

"Young people are so alert." The old man smiled slightly, looking at the sword moves on the wall, his expression lost in memory, and finally he let out a long sigh, "After so many years, the people from the Sun Moon God Sect still came here."

Naturally, this person is Feng Qingyang, who has the swordsmanship in the original work. Song Qingshu and Song Qingshu were discovered by him as soon as they passed the cliff. He was surprised to find that Song Qingshu didn't stop at all, and went straight into the secret cave here.

You must know that except for Linghu Chong who accidentally bumped in, no one else knew the secrets here, and Song Qingshu's behavior was obviously to know the secrets here in advance, and he realized that his internal strength did not seem to be decent martial arts, Feng Qingyang speculated slightly, I think he is probably a member of the Demon Cult, and he got the secret here from the notes of the predecessors.

The unique moves of the Five Sacred Sword Sect must not fall into the hands of the Demon Sect. A thought flashed through Feng Qingyang's mind, and he said lightly, "Young man, I can't let you go down the mountain with the Five Sacred Sword Art, so stay here with me The old man will live for 30 to [-] years."

How did Song Qingshu know that he was misunderstood by Feng Qingyang as a member of the Demon Cult, and he couldn't help crying secretly. He just came to pick up some leftovers that the protagonist of the original book didn't like. As for...

Mu Wanqing who was at the side clearly felt the unpredictable aura of the old man. Hearing his words, he felt anxious and quickly explained: "We just accidentally broke into the forbidden area of ​​your sect. We didn't understand the rules and saw your unique skills. , but Goudan'er is just a fool, he can't remember even after seeing it, and I hope that there are many seniors, so let him go."

Seeing Mu Wanqing pleading for him, Song Qingshu couldn't help feeling warm in his heart, and gave her a grateful look.

Hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Feng Qingyang suddenly had a strange expression, "Is he also a fool?" Suddenly realizing something, his face became more severe, and he looked at Song Qingshu: "It is an unforgivable crime to deceive a woman with clever words."

Song Qingshu respected this master swordsman at first, but when he saw him come in without asking indiscriminately, he said that he would imprison himself for decades, and then stood on the moral high ground and criticized himself severely, a burst of anger surged in his heart. His self-esteem made him smile proudly: "Hehe, it sounds like your martial arts are better than mine."

Mu Wanqing turned pale at the side, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "You son of a bitch, you should admit your mistake to senior."

Feng Qingyang's Qingxiu heart has been like an ancient well for many years, but he still made his heart feel angry, and he snorted coldly: "Young people are too arrogant."

"You can try." Song Qingshu stood there silently, looking at his nose and heart.

"You make a move, or you won't have a chance. I can let you do three moves first." Feng Qingyang put his hands behind his back, respecting his identity, and refused to make the first move.

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"That's what you said." Song Qingshu revealed an evil smile, and with a movement of his body, Tasha Wuhen moved to the extreme, passing by Feng Qingyang like lightning, and saw a bloodstain on his neck Feng Qingyang fell down slowly, Song Qingshu wiped the blood on the wooden sword, and said disdainfully: "Don't pretend to be forceful, pretend to be struck by lightning."

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Of course, the scene above is just Song Qingshu's fantasy, Feng Qingyang stared at his strange smile strangely, snorted coldly: "Just now you have lost your mind, if I make a move, you are already dead."

Song Qingshu wiped the saliva from his mouth, and smiled embarrassingly, how could he not get rid of his habit of thinking wildly, if the other party told him to do three tricks, the trance just now would have been fatal.

"Senior, please give me some advice." Song Qingshu cheered up, and as his footsteps changed, his palm implied the defensiveness of the Wudang cotton palm, mixed with the thickness of the Emei Jinding cotton palm and the bravery of the shocking iron palm.

"Huh!" Feng Qingyang glanced at him in amazement, thinking in his heart that this kid can combine several palms with completely different temperaments so well, he is really a martial arts genius.It's a pity that as a member of the Demon Cult, I am full of hostility, it is a pity...

Feng Qingyang thought about it, pinched the sword formula with his fingers, and greeted him with one finger.Song Qingshu was horrified to find that a sharp sword energy had torn apart his fist wind. If he didn't withdraw his palm and continued to move forward, his palm would probably be pierced through. With a dodge, he retreated a few meters away.

"The Dugu Nine Swords Breaking Palm Style really deserves its reputation." Song Qingshu looked at Feng Qingyang with a serious face, and Dugu Nine Swords really must save the enemy.

Feng Qingyang has long since escaped from the shackles of Dugu Nine Swords, the finger just now implied a broken palm sword intent, seeing that he mistook it for Dugu Nine Swords, he did not argue: "Young man's martial arts are already among the best among the younger generation , rare and rare."

"Feng Lao really deserves to be the number one swordsman in the world today." Song Qingshu praised sincerely.

"The first move is over, let's use the second move." Feng Qingyang smiled lightly, and continued to stand with his hands behind his back.

"Grandma, when will I be able to lower this look and pretend to be aggressive in front of the enemy." Song Qingshu thought angrily, and then a well-regulated tiger claw hand directly attacked the opponent's middle.

"Huh~" Feng Qingyang was shocked again, his palm just now was mixed with the essence of several sets of palm techniques, but this second move was so ordinary, he knew that he must have another move, so he stood still.

Sure enough, when attacking in front of him, Song Qingshu changed from a fierce tiger claw hand to a sinister nine-yin white bone claw. over the shadows.

Mu Wanqing was bored watching from the sidelines, Song Qingshu's Nine Yin White Bone Claws attacked very quickly, but Feng Qingyang's fingers seemed to be slowing down, but they were able to disperse every attack of Song Qingshu with the sword energy just right. claw!

After a few breaths, Song Qingshu returned to the original place, his hands were numb.Feng Qingyang glanced at him unexpectedly, "I never thought that he would meet my sword energy head-on and not get hurt at all."

"There is one last move." The more this happened, the more vigilant Feng Qingyang was. Such a person in the Demon Cult was definitely not the blessing of Huashan, and he unconsciously had murderous intentions.

Chapter 46 An angry slap

Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knew something was wrong, but he wasn't scared at all, instead, he felt a little eager to try.

With a swipe of his left hand and a slap of his right hand, he struck Feng Qingyang, which was the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon's "Kanglong Yougui".

Feng Qingyang saw that he was very far away from him, and his previous moves were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to keep the same to cope with all changes, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy on his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for the moves to get old, drew a circle again with his left hand, and made another palm with his right hand, and struck out the exact same "Kanglong Youhui" again.

The power of the two palms was superimposed together, and it was like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy hitting Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become difficult, he quickly squeezed the sword formula, and rushed forward with a burst of energy.

Song Qingshu jumped into the air with the help of rushing force, and with the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon "Flying Dragon is in the Sky", he drove out the third palm "Kanglong Yougui" again. rush.

Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword energy in his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu could send out a third palm in a blink of an eye, and the three palms were superimposed. The power of palm wind increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just broken his first two strokes of energy, but his innate sword energy was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm.

Feng Qingyang's face was a bit embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to return his sword to defend by the enemy, and the opponent was still a young man with a weak crown, "Subduing the Dragon Trifold Wave! Your Excellency is Khitan Xiao Feng?"