Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

Although everyone knows that Song Qingshu is very powerful, this is the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation.

Many people had gone to Shaolin because of Cheng Kun's incident, and they had seen the power of the Eighteen Arhat Formation.

At that time, there were many people who broke into the Eighteen Arhats.

King Yingye, the leader of Tianying Cult, the two heroes of Wudang, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, plus Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu now wants to challenge alone.

"good!"

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Song Qingshu agreed.

Shaolin's demands are not excessive. If he has the ability to deal with them, he will show up to the Eighteen Arhats. If he doesn't have the strength, there is no need.

Everyone in Wudang has not changed much. They have long known that Song Qingshu's goal is the Eighteen Arhat Formation.

White-browed Eagle King also knows.

Only King Yin Ye didn't know, and his expression changed drastically at this time.

Looking at everyone's expressions, he knew that everyone knew it, but he didn't.

"Father."

"you know?"

The White-browed Eagle King nodded: "Yes."

"This is Song Qingshu's path, watch."

"That was the battle of the Eighteen Arhats, father!!" King Yin Ye was anxious. He himself had seen the power of this formation.

He turned to look at Song Qingshu and shouted.

"Qingshu..."

Song Qingshu walked up step by step with a long sword in his hand. When he heard his uncle Yin Yewang's call, he turned around and gave a confident smile.

"Uncle, it's okay."

"I'm going."

The figure jumped up and directly entered the middle of the formation.

Four monks hold long sticks.

"please!"

"Please!" Song Qingshu bowed slightly, then took action and stabbed out with his sword.

He had seen the Eighteen Arhats Formation before, so it was not unfamiliar to him.

"So fast!"

Whether it was Wudang people, various martial arts sects, or Shaolin, everyone was stunned.

too fast.

Song Qingshu didn't hide anything this time and went all out when he took action.

He needed to be humble in the past, but not today.

The four Shaolin people were surprised by Song Qingshu's speed, but they were already prepared. The moment Song Qingshu took action, a person nearby directly supported him.

Two long sticks were thrown at Song Qingshu.

The two people around him directly blocked Song Qingshu's retreat.

Zheng……

A clear voice sounded in everyone's ears.

I saw Song Qingshu's long sword bending rapidly the moment it touched the long stick, and then bounced away with huge internal force.

The two monks holding long sticks were knocked away.

Before they could react, Song Qingshu's long sword was already clamped on one person's neck.

Looking at Master Kongzhi in the distance.

"Master, is that enough?"

The people around were extremely surprised as to how Song Qingshu could do it.

Song Qingshu not only resisted the attack just now, but also used the bending time of the sword to fight back again.

This meant that while Song Qingshu used his internal strength to resist, the two Shaolin monks' internal strength had no response at all, and he used his strength again.

"The Wudang Mianjian uses internal energy to vibrate and then bend to accumulate force."

"Nine Yins release energy."

"sharp!"

Master Kong Zhi clasped his hands together: "Young Master Song, please."

When others heard Master Kongzhi's explanation, they instantly became enlightened.

But even so, they were shocked.

This requires extremely high control over internal force, or in other words, ease of use.

How old is Song Qingshu?

It was the first time for everyone in Wudang to see Song Qingshu fighting, and they were extremely surprised.

"sharp!"

Yu Lianzhou smiled and said: "It's still early, I just got a few things."

"You'll know later."

"He has suffered a lot in the past four years."

"Let's go."

The White-browed Eagle King glanced at the Yin Ye King who looked at him with complicated eyes.

He guessed the mood of King Yin Ye.

King Yin Ye was surprised by Song Qingshu's strength.

Outsiders watch the excitement, and insiders watch the door. They all know how amazing Song Qingshu's performance just was.

The speed of internal force mobilization and the time to counterattack.

And the understanding of swordsmanship.

"Let's go."

"Qingshu is strong and we should be happy for him."

"That's right." King Yin Ye laughed. The stronger Qingshu is, the better.

"Maybe he can get through the Eighteen Arhats Formation."

The White-browed Eagle King did not answer, but followed everyone up.

He knew very well that Song Qingshu couldn't break through this large formation.

The Eighteen Arhat Formation is so famous not because of its longevity, but because it is really strong.

Soon, everyone arrived at the nine-person formation.

"Does Young Master Song need to rest?" Master Kongzhi asked.

Song Qingshu shook his head and walked up directly.

"please!"

"Please!" Nine monks directly surrounded Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu still took the lead. There was no need for him to pretend to be the superior when he was fighting against nine people.

Shaolin Arhat Formation is no joke.

At this moment, everyone was nervously watching the battle ahead, one person fighting nine people.

Can Song Qingshu win?

There was a lot of movement in the field, and Song Qingshu was surrounded. Although Song Qingshu was very fast, someone would stop him every time he made a move.

Obviously, everyone in Shaolin is familiar with Wudang Mianjian.

There was a collision, and Song Qingshu was knocked back, his eyes extremely solemn.

Too familiar, Shaolin is too familiar with Wudang swordsmanship.

Whether it's a shock, a surprise attack, or a continuous attack, Shaolin is always on guard. There are usually at least three people to resist his attacks.

Before he could counterattack, the second wave of attacks came.

Besieged on all sides.

"Is this the trouble of group battles?" Song Qingshu said to himself.

Not far away, everyone knew that Song Qingshu was in trouble. No matter how fast Song Qingshu mobilized his internal power, he could not withstand the overwhelming number of people on the other side.

Shaolin's attacks come one after another. No matter how fast you react, if you can't think of a way to break the situation, you will only be killed.

If you want to break the game, you have to do it faster.

"Is Qingshu okay?" Yu Daiyan asked Yu Lianzhou worriedly.

Yu Lianzhou smiled and said, "It's early."

"His Qinggong is better than mine. I competed with him once a year ago, and this kid is half a point faster than me."

"Do you think this is his limit?"

"It's still early, I can do it at this speed."

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, half a minute faster than Yu Lianzhou?

this……

"Second uncle, you are kind of flattering me." Song Qingshu heard Yu Lianzhou's compliment in the distance and laughed.

"But this is indeed not my limit."

At this moment, Song Qingshu moved. He remembered that his second uncle said that the key to group fighting was.

Speed, intensity.

If you encounter a group of siege, just kill them with one click.

This is what he wants to do now.

In the field, Song Qingshu's figure was erratic. Before, he had a head-on confrontation with the Shaolin people, but now he avoided them whenever he could.

If he had a hunter wandering around in the field, he would be able to dodge even though Shaolin's attacks were intensive.

Finally, Song Qingshu found an opportunity and his figure flashed past.

Everyone in Shaolin was shocked and quickly provided support.

Just when everyone thought that the long sword in Song Qingshu's hand was about to stab him, Song Qingshu withdrew and let go of the long sword in his hand.

The long sword that was originally thrust out quickly retreated, and the hilt of the sword pointed at a monk behind him.

The man didn't expect this change at all, and he didn't react in a hurry.

puff……

The hilt of the sword hit the chest directly. Song Qingshu saw the attack coming and had no way to avoid it. He resisted the blow and caught the sword and retreated.

Originally, he thought that one blow had already solved one of them.

The hilt of his sword is aimed at the opponent's acupuncture point. As long as the acupoint is tapped, the opponent's internal energy will be slowed down.

But just as he was about to attack, he knew he was wrong.

The opponent's internal strength did not slow down at all.

In an instant, he was shocked and took several steps back.

"You're okay." Song Qingshu's eyes were solemn as never before.

"I'm prepared." The monk smiled calmly and struck again with the long stick in his hand.

In the distance, Yu Lianzhou showed a hint of worry: "His troubles have begun."

"The other person who taps the acupuncture points is on guard."

"The next thing is the endurance limit of the gas-releasing method."

"With this delay, Song Qingshu's speed will inevitably slow down. Shaolin's attacks are too intensive."

"Half a cup of tea at most."

The others did not make a sound, but stared at the battle ahead.

Is Song Qingshu weak? No, very strong.

Whether it's speed, swordsmanship, or combat experience.

The previous attack was very beautiful. If Song Qingshu succeeded, one of them would withdraw from the battle.

Unfortunately, the other party was on guard.

As time passed slowly, Shaolin's attacks became more and more intensive as Yu Lianzhou said, and they wanted Song Qingshu to avoid them.

"Come!" Song Qingshu shouted, and he gave up hiding.

I chose head-on confrontation.

At this time, the sword technique in his hand began to change, Jade Girl Su Xin Sword.

Now Song Qingshu's internal strength can fully support the Jade Girl Su Xin Sword taught by Yang Xue.

bump! !

bump! !

Song Qingshu changed completely at this moment. His attacks were extremely fierce. There was no evasion, only attack. Everything was an attack.

Every sword strike is accompanied by strong internal energy.

Many times, as long as one person collides with Song Qingshu, he will be knocked back.

They cannot reach this kind of attack.

"It's starting to change!" Yu Lianzhou looked at the battle on the field with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"He's changing."

The eyes of everyone in Wudang and the White-browed Eagle King flashed with shock. Song Qingshu's understanding was very strong, stronger than they thought.

Everyone has their own fighting style, or personality.

Song Qingshu was rarely forced to give it a try, and this was the first time he met him.

Growth requires life and death struggle, or evenly matched opponents.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Song Qingshu in front of them. He attacked with unparalleled power and was not afraid of life and death.

Many times, Song Qingshu would attack even if he received a blow.

"That's all he can do."

"Otherwise, I will die for Shaolin!"

"..."

Many people saw what Song Qingshu was thinking. One person was fighting against nine people. If Song Qingshu wanted to break the game, he had to defeat them one by one.

"Get out!" Song Qingshu found the right opportunity and struck out with his palm. The man didn't react hastily, struck out with his palm and flew out directly.

"You can't do it!" Song Qingshu glanced at the man indifferently, raised his hand and slashed at the man who came to help with his sword. The man originally thought he was the same as before.

But he was wrong, this time the inner force touched, a feminine force entered the body.

"Have you noticed it?" Song Qingshu sneered.

"You guys really think I'm crazy and confront you head-on."

The man only felt that his internal strength was blocked, and Song Qingshu's attack came from his eyes, and he hurriedly blocked his chest with a long stick.

bump……

The long stick was cut off directly, and Song Qingshu kicked the man away. He did not pursue or take action, but stood in the middle.

The other monks are not taking action either.

"Are you still fighting?" Song Qingshu raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it directly at the remaining monks.

"You should be aware of the changes in your body now."

The other seven people are not fools, they have already noticed it.

One person said: "The internal force of yin and yang is used alternately. We have been suppressing it. Once it accumulates to a certain level, the speed at which we mobilize the internal force will slow down."

"Or there are obstacles."

"Young Master Song, what a great trick!"

"We lost, please!"

Not far away, a member of the Kongtong faction smiled bitterly and said, "My master was defeated by this."

"In the end I had to tie with Song Shaoxia."

Others looked at the high-spirited Song Qingshu and admired him for being able to control his internal energy so accurately in the face of a siege.

Someone has already guessed the situation and opened his mouth to explain.

"The Wudang Cotton Sword that Young Master Song used before belongs to Yin. Although it is wandering, it is always in contact with everyone."

"That kind of internal force is slowly squeezing into everyone's body."

"We didn't know that the sword technique that Young Master Song used after that was extremely powerful and belonged to Yang. He had planned it from the beginning."

"These are actually small things, but once the battle lasts for a long time and there is no time to turn around, it will explode."

"This is simple to say, but it is too difficult to control. This requires extremely precise control of internal forces."

"We have to fight continuously without giving the other side a chance to breathe."

Master Kong Zhi smiled at Song Qingshu and said, "Young Master Song, please!"

He didn't have many surprises. Shaolin had already concluded about Song Qingshu's strength.

Song Qingshu followed Master Kongzhi towards Shaolin.

His eyes were extremely firm.

The final battle is coming!

Everyone looked at Song Qingshu in front of him, their eyes full of expectation, and slowly followed him.

Song Qingshu's strength exceeded everyone's expectations.

Right now, Song Qingshu's strength was no less than that of the heads of major sects.

They really want to know where Song Qingshu's limit is.

The Shaolin Temple's goal in Song Qingshu's book is the Eighteen Arhat Formation. Is it rare that he really has the confidence to break through?