Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start.

In the early morning, the imperial palace is illuminated by the first glow of the sun, and the mist gently covers the ancient palace and streets like a veil.

There was a hint of morning chill in the air, but more of a chilling atmosphere.

In the silence, it seemed that the faint hum of internal energy could be heard.

Countless people came towards the palace with light and steady steps.

The Zhongyuan Wulin came, and so did the Yuanshi Wulin. Everyone said nothing, silently looking at Song Qingshu and the other seven people in the Jinluan Palace.

Around the palace, countless spectators held their breaths and stared intently above.

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Jing Bufan had been prepared for this since he killed the emperor.

Zhang Wuji also laughed at this time. At first, he didn't understand why Song Qingshu, Jing Bufan and others could be so calm and indifferent.

This move is useless to him!

At this moment, all the mysteries and doubts in the minds of the older generation were solved.

Zhang Wuji retreated in an instant.

There is no need to watch this game, they already know the result.

A rival and a friend.

However, in this tense and dangerous atmosphere, there is an unyielding fighting spirit quietly spreading, which is the persistence of homeland and persistence of beliefs.

The people from the Kunlun faction gathered their eyes and stared at Zhang Wuji.

The older generation of Yuanshi gathered together with Zhang Sanfeng and others.

The inner energy burst out at the same time, and it was also the resonance of Gang Qi and Gang Qi. At least their Gang Qi was not blessed by inner energy.

This is also the first time that countless people intuitively realize the strength of top players.

This punch was so majestic and powerful that it soared like rolling flames. Then Song Qingshu's face didn't waver at all, and he broke it with his backhand sword.

As a knife? That's just a joke.

Zhang Wuji didn't understand, nor did Youlan Zhuya, but they still cooperated with Song Qingshu immediately.

Jing Bufan looked at Song Qingshu and smiled: "Originally there was still one person who could perfect the Beidou Formation, but you gave the death order and those people from the Long Snake Sutra are not allowed to enter the Central Plains, so there are only six of us."

So does everyone else.

The Zhongyuan Wulin is looking forward to this duel, and the Yuanshi Wulin is also looking forward to it. The last hope of the Yuanshi Wulin lies in this battle.

The army was defeated, the emperor was dead... What else could they rely on? The only ones they could rely on were top experts.

The moment the two parties came into contact, Song Qingshu frowned slightly as he watched the long knife in Jing Bufan's hand turn into a palm.

At this moment, many people saw the situation on both sides.

But even so, Song Qingshu still let Zhang Wuji take the fight. This was very dangerous, because if Jing Bufan made a sudden move, everything would be lost.

Ximen Ouyang looked at Song Qingshu who was in a bad mood and sighed: "This kid can see it."

The swords in the hands of Song Qingshu and others make up for this.

This blow was full force...

This is the old friend, rival, enemy...brother in his heart.

Although the sword can indeed do these things, the light of this sword now has obvious changes compared with Qi Mu and others, which is too different.

In a collision, five people were separated.

The war broke out at this moment.

However, even if you do everything well, it may still be in vain.

Everyone felt the pressure between life and death, and every breath seemed to become heavier.

In this battle, Jing Bufan wanted to leave something behind, so he chose to teach.

Strong...unparalleled strength.

If Jing Bufan lives, Yuanshi Wulin will have a much easier time in the future, but now Jing Bufan is dying.

"It looks like it's almost done." Jing Bufan saw Zhang Wuji relax and looked at the rising sun with a bright smile.

Song Qingshu saw Jing Bufan's intention, so he let Zhang Wuji go.

The hall was full of afterimages and aura, and the weak people could not even be seen.

Maybe...Song Qingshu also guessed it.

Everyone else silently cooperated with the drill.

Yang Xue looked at the angry Song Qingshu with confusion in her heart. She didn't understand why Song Qingshu was suddenly so angry and hit so decisively.

Even ordinary first-class experts can see that Jing Bufan and others have stronger internal strength than Song Qingshu and others.

Song Qingshu became the sword of the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, and Jing Bufan became the sword of the Beidou Formation.

Zhang Wuji's long sword stopped in an instant, and a huge roar came out, directly shattering the incoming Gang Qi.

Yuanshi Wulin also stared at Jing Bufan.

"Much better than your brother."

This may seem unbelievable to others and cannot be understood, but to the older generation or top experts, they can understand it.

The tense situation he imagined did not appear, but was extremely peaceful.

His eyes became more and more confident, and Jing Bufan looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile on his face.

<divclass="contentadv">"Yuan Qing is right, you are better than your brother in some aspects."

"Jing Bufan, please keep trying for me." Song Qingshu roared angrily, and the long sword in his hand bloomed with light for three feet.

"Jing Bufan interacted too much with Mr. Song. Mr. Song needs a rival to grow up, and Jing Bufan appropriately played the role of a well-matched rival."

Zhang Wuji was shocked by the sudden change, but he still faced Jing Bufan without thinking.

A successor needs countless years of training, talent, character, conduct, experience...

Be it Song Qingshu and others, or Yuan Shi and others.

Seek death! Or die.

The martial arts used by both of them are from their respective martial arts circles, and their understanding has reached the extreme.

The purpose of hanging white flags in the imperial city is to give the people and soldiers of the world a chance to escape without dying in vain.

This is the bottom line and integrity of a martial arts student, and it is also the foundation.

boom! !

"He is indeed a genius." Yuan Qing looked at Zhang Wuji as if he were admiring his own younger generation, and said with a smile.

The battle was still going on. As Jing Bufan practiced martial arts one by one, the light in his eyes slowly dimmed.

"This time is no different than before."

Jing Bufan... This is an almost perfect successor.

There is no so-called temptation, no so-called hiding, a terrifying aura rises directly from Jing Bufan.

Yang Xue and Song Qingshu were already powerful with their swords combined, and now with the blessing of Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation, they couldn't resist this sword, so they had to work together.

At this moment, Jing Bufan finally took hold of the long knife in his hand, and his figure flashed over.

This place had been a restricted area for countless years, but now it has become a battlefield.

After saying that, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng: "Zhenzhen Zhang, this is probably the reason why you did not hesitate to take over the regicide instead of Jing Bufan."

The three punches returned to one, allowing them to see the direction.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the battle above, looking at Jing Bufan with complicated eyes, and then turned to look at Bashang.

This doesn't seem to be fighting, but teaching.