Martial arts: I, Song Qingshu, start with eight famous sword moves

in the stands,

Surprise flashed in the eyes of Yu Lianzhou and the others.

"Sure enough, it's the Eighth Style of the Famous Sword!"

A flash of admiration flashed in Yu Lianzhou's eyes.

It is said that the power of this eight-style sword is infinite. After seeing it today, he knew that this is definitely not a false legend.

"Hey! Fortunately, neither of them was hurt."

Yu Daiyan sighed slowly.

Although his true disciple Lingxu lost to Qingshu, he also saw that Qingshu obviously held back.

Now there are all kinds of complicated feelings in my heart, as well as the comfort for the two of them.

"It seems that this sword eight style is stronger than we thought!"

There was a smile in the corner of Song Yuanqiao's eyes.

The stronger this sword eight style is, the more comfort I feel about Qingshu in my heart.

Right now, the Jue Ming Sword, which is only the first sword of the famous Eight Forms of Swords, can instantly defeat Xiao Cheng's Xuanxu Saber Technique.

One can imagine that

How powerful will it be after controlling all the eight sword moves?

My son is really enlightened!

Even the master didn't comprehend the sword technique, but Qingshu can display it so easily.

At this moment, a look of amazement flashed in the eyes of the three elders.

"Famous Sword Eight Styles, well-deserved reputation!"

The three elders sighed.

They were not optimistic about Song Qingshu at first,

After all, Lingxu is one of the three strongest disciples among the three generations of disciples, while Song Qingshu is just a beginner.

Now that they saw the power of this sword eight style, they knew Song Qingshu's confidence.

Looking at the sighs of the three elders,

The corners of Song Yuanqiao's mouth inadvertently raised slightly again.I am also quite proud in my heart.

As expected of my son!

under the arena,

There was a look of shock in Lingxu's eyes.

Facing Song Qingshu's deadly sword, even though he had tried his best to use the mysterious sword technique, he still couldn't resist it at all.

At this moment Lingxu looked at Song Qingshu with complicated meanings in his eyes.

"I……"

He wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

In his perception,

Song Qingshu's sword had the ability to kill himself.

Thinking of this, he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

And my junior brother Song clearly kept his hand just now, otherwise he wouldn't be as simple as being blown off the ring...

"Hey! I lost!"

Lingxu sighed.

If you lose, you lose. What else can you say if your skills are inferior to others?

"I'm not as good as Song Qingshu!"

Thinking of Song Qingshu's sword, Lingxu was willing to bow down.

……

Another arena.

Chen Sanqing had already defeated his opponent,

Song Qingshu's situation in the arena, he also saw clearly.

Seeing Song Qingshu's eight moves of the famous sword, Chen Sanqing's eyes flashed with shock.

"I don't know how this eight sword style compares with my eight sword Feishuang?" He also thought secretly in his heart.

For a time,

Chen Sanqing looked at Song Qingshu with burning fighting intent in his eyes.

He really wanted to see who was stronger and who was weaker?I can't wait to fight Song Qingshu in my heart!

Soon his eyes turned to another ring

Yan Chongtian stood where he was.

And as his opponent's disciple, he didn't dare to move in the slightest in front of Yan Chongtian.

The disciple's face was covered with cold sweat,

Even if Yan Chongtian didn't move, he couldn't help taking a few steps back, not daring to make a move at all.

Yan Chongtian's prestige is known to all three generations of disciples.

How could I be so unlucky to draw him?

The disciple secretly repented in his heart.

For a while, I was also thinking about whether it would be better for me to surrender, or to resist for a while?

A look of disdain flashed in Yan Chongtian's eyes.

This kind of stuff,

It makes no sense at all.

"Humph!"

Yan Chongtian let out a cold snort

With a flash of his figure, the three generations of disciples were knocked out of the ring in an instant.

"This guy is still so strong!"

Chen Sanqing was secretly startled,

He thought that he would definitely not be his match against Yan Chongtian.

I hope that I will never draw Yan Chongtian in the next round!

Chapter 9 Two Swords Fly Together, Shocking Everyone

Soon the winner was also decided in another arena,

The second round of competition is also over.

The winners were Yan Chongtian, Chen Sanqing, Song Qingshu, and a third-generation disciple.

All the disciples up and down the ring looked at a few of them, these were the top three generations of disciples in Wudang!

A look of loneliness flashed in Lingxu's eyes under the ring,

Why did I meet Song Qingshu halfway?Just like that, he lost in his hands...

As for Chen Sanqing, he stared at Song Qingshu with burning eyes, obviously impatient to learn from him.

There was a look of joy in the eyes of another three-generation disciple who won,

He never expected that he would be able to successfully stand out from this round of competition.

And thanks to the fact that I didn't meet Yan Chongtian and the others,

Yan Chongtian looked quite disdainful, and didn't put everyone in his eyes at all.

Many disciples also took a break,

…………

"The third match begins!"

Song Yuanqiao preached loudly.

Then the four disciples who won the previous round of competition also stepped forward to draw lots.

After Chen Sanqing drew lots,

A gleam flashed in his eyes for an instant.

"Okay!" Chen Sanqing thought to himself.

It can be said that I got Song Qingshu as I wished, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

I can't run away from the No.2 position in this competition.

Moreover, I can compete with that famous sword eight moves, so I, Chen Sanqing, have to be taken care of by destiny?

"The contest begins!"

Both Chen Sanqing and Song Qingshu jumped onto the ring.

"Junior Brother Song has extraordinary swordsmanship, I have wanted to spar with you for a long time!"

Chen Sanqing clasped his fist with his left hand and said

"I've heard about Brother Chen's name for a long time!"

Song Qingshu also saluted.

There was also a polite conversation between the two.

I saw Chen Sanqing pull out the long sword in his hand, and there was a trace of cold air on the sword.

"Eight Swords Flying Frost!"

Chen Sanqing shouted.

The first shot is his famous stunt, Eight Swords Feishuang.

I saw several swords slashed out, and there was a chill that pierced my heart in the sword light.

Where the tip of the sword crossed,

Even streaks of frost condensed there.

Shock flashed in the eyes of the onlookers.

Just seeing this sword light can feel a chill in my heart, I am afraid that even a congenital master cannot do it.

"Senior brother Chen's swordsmanship has reached such a level? I'm afraid no one can match it except Yan Chongtian!"

"Is this the Eight Swords Feishuang? It is said that the cold air is extremely troublesome even for the innate masters!"

Everyone was amazed.

The three elders looked at Chen Sanqing and nodded slowly.

"This child's talent is not below the spirit deficiency."

The three of them sighed, looking at Chen Sanqing with a look of relief in their eyes.

"That's right! Bajian Feishuang has also reached the realm of Xiaocheng!"

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, with a look of worry unavoidably in his eyes.

However, Chen Sanqing should have a sense of proportion, and would not hurt his own son.

"This Chen Sanqing's talent is excellent, it's really incredible."

Yu Lianzhou sighed.

"The Eight Swords Feishuang is also an excellent martial art!"