Yitian: Rebirth of Song Qingshu, a perfect start

"Second brother, what else can he do?"

Song Yuanqiao's deep voice sounded.

Yu Lianzhou shook his head slightly: "It's no longer important. Qingshu should know the current situation in his heart."

"No more will be of any use."

"Poison...he thought about it before, but he didn't know how to use it."

"And it's useless, Shaolin is prepared."

"What will he do...?" King Yin Ye looked at Song Qingshu in the field with an extremely ugly expression.

Desperate situation!

Song Qingshu was forced to do nothing, and all his methods were cracked.

"What's his final trump card!"

"In other words, where does he have the confidence to challenge the Eighteen Arhats?"

After the words fell, both Wudang and the White-browed Eagle King fell silent.

Everyone, no matter whether they are a fool, an ordinary expert, or a first-rate expert, has the same unique skill.

In other words, it is your own trump card, which is the basis of living.

That is the determination in everyone's heart.

There is Song Yuanqiao, and Song Yuanqiao is Wudang swordsmanship.

Yu Lianzhou also has an improved dragon claw hand that is unique in the world and can cope with various situations.

The same goes for the White-browed Eagle King. The eagle claws are unique in the martial arts world. They know many things, but in the end they only survive in the same way.

"You...you..." King Yin Ye's expression changed drastically.

He has found the answer in everyone's eyes.

No!

Song Qingshu didn't. They learned everything and looked good at everything, but they were not proficient.

Nothing works.

Song Qingshu did not have any martial arts skills that would allow him to remain steadfast no matter what environment he encountered.

"He should have felt it." The White-browed Eagle King said in a low voice as he looked at Song Qingshu who was silent in the square.

"He is good at martial arts, but his character is a bit poor."

"It went so smoothly."

King Yin Ye was silent, looking at Song Qingshu with a somewhat distressed and complicated expression.

He knew why Wudang asked Song Qingshu to come to Shaolin.

Seek defeat!

But can Song Qingshu bear this defeat?

He knew Song Qingshu's character from the time Song Qingshu rescued Zhang Wuji in Wudang Mountain.

Proud, confident, unparalleled confidence.

"He might be... in ruins."

The White-browed Eagle King looked at Song Qingshu in the field and said in a deep voice: "King Yin Ye, can he do it?"

"Do you think he can?"

"Does his self-confidence and pride allow him to collapse?"

King Yin Ye was shocked, could he?

can you?

Won't!

The Song Qingshu he knew couldn't do it, and this child couldn't do it.

But this price.

Too big.

King Yin Ye closed his eyes, and he could guess the scene behind it.

The final madness, the final defeat.

After four years of being invincible, he finally fell to Shaolin, the opponent Song Qingshu wanted to defeat the most.

Shaolin, Wudang, martial arts masters.

The relationship between Zhang Zhenren and Shaolin is very complicated. Wudang has been trying to dominate Shaolin for so many years.

Zhang Zhenren was always called a traitor by Shaolin at first, but as Zhang Zhenren became stronger and stronger, Shaolin did not call him a traitor.

He could feel the strong fighting spirit and desire to win of Shaolin in Song Qingshu.

Master Zhang of Wudang no longer needs proof, nor does the Seven Heroes of Wudang. They are all better than Shaolin.

And now, it's Song Qingshu's turn.

In the field.

Song Qingshu looked at the Eighteen Arhats around him with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Defeated?

No!

He absolutely cannot fall in Shaolin, anywhere, but not in Shaolin!

"Come!"

Song Qingshu roared angrily, and his energy sank into his Dantian. The sound was like the roar of ghosts from hell, and the gloomy wind made people retreat without attacking, making people shudder.

In an instant, the people around him retreated.

Even the Eighteen Arhats were like this, their expressions changed drastically.

At this moment, Song Qingshu moved, Jade Girl Su Xin Sword, the sword technique was sharper and more violent than before.

"The wind of ghost prison!" Shaolin Abbot Kongwen's expression suddenly changed.

"The martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual!"

This skill belongs to the sound wave skill. It can hurt people with the sound, retrieve the soul with the sound, and can also spread the energy with the sound. Its power is incomparable.

Song Qingshu roared, causing the Eighteen Arhats to panic immediately. They retreated in the face of Song Qingshu's attack.

"Come on!" Song Qingshu roared again, and the Eighteen Arhats felt their bodies shake, and the operation of their internal energy stopped slightly.

Although the four of them resisted Song Qingshu's attack, they were directly knocked away due to the sound wave skill.

Others found the opportunity and attacked Song Qingshu directly.

This time they didn't hold back at all, Song Qingshu had too many tricks.

Just when they were about to hit Song Qingshu, Song Qingshu showed a strange smile.

I saw that Song Qingshu's figure disappeared immediately before his eyes, and reappeared next to the attack, slashing out with a sword.

Several people hurriedly resisted and retreated.

"You guys are slow!" Song Qingshu shouted coldly and rushed forward again.

The people around him caught up again. They thought they were dazzled when they looked at Song Qingshu's figure.

2!

They saw two Song Qingshu.

"Afterimage!!"

"Afterimage!!"

One person roared angrily. They never expected Song Qingshu's speed and Qinggong to be so high.

This made them silent at all.

"Get out!" Song Qingshu roared again at the incoming person, using the same sonic attack.

The man's body shook, and Song Qingshu fired a hidden weapon, hitting the man without any precautions.

At that moment, a monk behind him slapped the person behind who was hit by a hidden weapon, and the attack came immediately.

Song Qingshu's figure flashed past and struck again.

Wudang Mianjian, Jade Girl Suxin Sword, hidden weapons, conversion of yin and yang internal forces, sound waves, afterimages...

The method of degassing.

Song Qingshu was like a madman in the eyes of countless people.

His attacks are unpredictable, and his various techniques are changing faster and faster.

A roar sounded in the air.

But his voice became hoarse and hoarse, so that in the end they only heard sounds, no words at all.

The faces of the Eighteen Arhats were getting whiter and whiter now, as their internal energy was consumed too much.

Whether it was a sound wave or Song Qingshu's attack, it was too fast. Every time he resisted them, he had to concentrate all his energy.

None of them knew when Song Qingshu would use the method of venting his energy to make two consecutive advances.

Because Song Qingshu was too fast, he was originally just one person, but now his speed had two afterimages, and they had to guard against two people.

If they were fighting against one person before, now it was like fighting against two people.

"Combined attack!" One person roared.

In an instant, everyone moved quickly, and eighteen people smashed into Song Qingshu's movement range.

Huge internal energy fell from the sky.

"Ah..." Song Qingshu roared, and the figure changed into two people again.

From a distance, it looked like two people were wielding their swords at the same time. Two powerful internal energies were released, and they slashed upwards.

boom! !

The Eighteen Arhats suddenly dispersed, and everyone used long sticks to connect together to stabilize their bodies.

Song Qingshu stood among them, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his hands were shaking...

His eyes were full of determination.

"ah……"

With a roar, Song Qingshu rushed forward again, his hands shaking every time he struck.

The originally white gown had been covered in blood, not injured, but internally injured.

boom! !

boom!

boom! !

The Eighteen Arhats could only resist. They stared at Song Qingshu.

They all saw Song Qingshu's condition. There must be something wrong with Song Qingshu. The blood on his body came from the pores.

internal injury!

Severe internal injuries, or backlash.

If the abbot hadn't told them that they must not stop and hold back this time, he would have stopped long ago.

Song Qingshu's current state is not a competition, but a desperate one.

Everyone around was silent, and countless people's eyes stayed on the Wudang people.

Song Qingshu has been recognized in the hearts of countless people. Song Qingshu is very, very strong.

There is absolutely no need for Song Qingshu to be like this.

They all thought Wudang would stop, but Wudang didn't. Everyone's eyes in Wudang were trembling.

But they didn't stop it.

They just watched Song Qingshu going crazy.

Countless people don't understand why Wudang is like this, even the White-browed Eagle King and Yin Ye King are like this.

Why did they let Song Qingshu do this.

Does Wudang have to win against Shaolin?

If Wudang has this idea, they can still understand it, but White-browed Eagle King and Yin Ye King?

Do they care?

Certainly not.

boom! !

In everyone's shocked eyes, Song Qingshu suddenly dropped the sword in his hand and grabbed one person with each hand.

The attack is extremely fast and mysterious, giving people a feeling of inescapability.

"ah……"

For a moment, screams echoed in the air.

Other Shaolin monks quickly came to support, and Song Qingshu grabbed the two of them and threw them out, and they disappeared in a flash.

Just when he was about to rush out, nine long sticks flew from a distance at extremely fast speeds.

boom! !

boom! !

A burst of Gang Qi appeared outside Song Qingshu's body, which directly blocked the attack and was knocked away at the same time.

"Ah, ah..." Song Qingshu was lying on the ground with a smile on his dead-like face, although this smile seemed extremely miserable to others.

Bursts of ah ah rang in the air.

Although he was hit, he rushed out of the Eighteen Arhats Formation.

He came out, he broke out.

But the price was too high, because he couldn't speak out because of the forced use of the Ghost Wind.

Because of his movement technique, Spiral Nine Shadows, his body was completely covered with internal injuries, which were extremely serious.

Especially when he resisted the nine flying sticks in the end and forced the gang energy to condense outside his body, his acupuncture points were blocked.

He is... useless.

Twenty years of hard work... ended up in vain.

The acupuncture points were blocked and he couldn't figure out how to recover.

Song Qingshu closed his eyes slightly, everything flashed in his mind.

Do you regret it? he does not know?

Impulsive? he does not know?

…

He just knew that he could not be defeated, not in Shaolin, even if he died.

"Qingshu!!"

"Qingshu!!"

"Qingshu!!"

At this time, Song Qingshu heard familiar calls in his ears, father, second uncle... third uncle...

Grandpa...

etc……

He wanted to respond, but he was so tired that it was extremely difficult to even open his eyes.

At this moment, the entire Shaolin fell into silence.

Everyone knows that Song Qingshu's condition is very bad, very bad, and whether he can recover in the future is a question.

The blood on Song Qingshu's body was obviously caused by something wrong with his body, and the blood overflowed.

This kind of injury...is difficult to heal.

Shaolin, Wudang... why did it become like this.

Song Qingshu is the direct descendant of Wudang, the only descendant...

Can Wudang give up?

Then, when everyone thought Wudang was going to be angry, everyone in Wudang hugged Song Qingshu and bowed slightly to Shaolin.

He quickly walked down the mountain without saying a word.

The Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin entered Shaolin with the help of everyone.

All the people in the martial arts world said goodbye and left Shaolin.

No one expected the final result to be like this.

Song Qingshu broke through the Eighteen Arhat Formation, but the price was too high.

Song Qingshu was seriously injured and could not speak. Such internal injuries could not be recovered in a short time.

Song Qingshu succeeded?

they do not know.

They saw the strength of Song Qingshu and the power of the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation.

At the same time, there is another extremely important situation.

Nine Yin Scripture!

Song Qingshu showed too many things today. Many people had speculated before, but now they have all been verified.

The method of relieving qi, the method of healing, acupuncture.

Martial Arts, Qinggong Spiral Nine Shadows, the last weird claw hair, Nine Yin Claws, Sound Waves, Ghost Prison Wind.

These are all martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual.

This time Song Qingshu went to Wudang, which made Song Qingshu and Shaolin a success.

The power of the Shaolin Ten Arhat Formation has once again come into people’s sight.

A top-notch master is invincible!

Song Qingshu's strength is definitely in the first-class, and not in the ordinary first-class. No one doubts this.

But even so, Song Qingshu paid a heavy price to break through.

Shaolin back mountain.

Abbot Kongwen met the Sandu Monk God: "Uncle Master, what will happen to Young Master Song's injury?"

Sandu Monk God shook his head slightly.

"Go ahead."

"This matter is Master Zhang's intention. There is no need to worry about causing conflicts between Shaolin and Wudang."

After hearing this, Abbot Kongwen clasped his hands and left directly.

He didn't expect this would be the final result.

He knew very well that Song Qingshu was seriously injured, very seriously.

It is extremely difficult to recover.