Flower Stealing Master Chapter 46: One slap of shame

Notice the fierceness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu also knows that he is not good, but he is not too scared in his heart, instead he is eager to try.

With a stroke of his left hand and a palm of his right hand, he slammed towards Feng Qingyang. It was the "Kanglong regrets" of Jianglong's eighteen palms.

Feng Qingyang saw that he was far away from him, and his previous tricks were too treacherous and changeable, Feng Qingyang decided to cope with all changes without change, and secretly condensed the innate sword energy to his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for his moves to grow old. He drew a circle again with his left hand and another palm with his right hand. The exact same "Kang Long has regrets" struck out again.

The power of both palms is superimposed together, like a raging wave, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of air slamming into the clear wind.

Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was starting to become obscure, so he quickly squeezed the sword technique, and greeted him with a break.

Song Qingshu leaped into the air with the help of rushing force, so that the "flying dragon is in the sky" in the eighteen palms of the dragon, and once again drove the third palm "Kang Long has regrets". The wind is clear and surging.

Feng Qingyang finally changed. He still underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. The innate sword aura of his right hand was more than enough to break through his first two palms. Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu would still be able to send out the third palm when he was light and flint. The palms were superimposed, and the palm wind strength increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang just broke through his first two Qi Jin, but the innate sword Qi was blown away by Song Qingshu's third palm. In desperation, he had no choice but to dodge several feet away. .

Feng Qingyang's expression was a little embarrassed. After all, this was the first time he was forced to defend with the sword by an enemy in so many years, and the opponent was still a weak crown boy, "Jianglong Sandielang! Your Excellency is Qidan Xiaofeng?" /

"If King Xiao was here, Feng Lao would not be as freehand as he was facing." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer, secretly crying out for luck, he knew how to drop the dragon eighteen palms, and knew Xiao Feng. The principle of the best trick, tried hard, and actually played it out. Of course, there is still a big gap between the power and the angle of strength and the timing of the choice, so in the end, it is necessary to use the flying dragon to complete the last palm in the sky.

"Who on earth are you? You are also an authentic sect of Wudang Xuanmen in Emei, and you have the wicked martial arts of Jiuyin and White Bone Claws. The whole gang of beggars probably only managed to crush you by Xiao Feng and Guo Jing, and the other elders are far inferior to you." Feng Qingyang's eyesight is so clever, he quickly saw his martial arts skills.

"You can call me doggie." Song Qingshu looked back at Mu Wan who was stunned and gave a mischievous smile. But in my heart, I still thought that I was still accumulating food, slowly becoming king, and I had done something wrong with Zhou Zhiruo. If Zhou Zhiruo came to the door when he heard the news, he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"The three moves are over. If you don't want to say, then stay." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, pinching the sword technique and attacking.

The fast speed of the sword made Song Qingshu smack his tongue, and in a hurry, he hurriedly used the snake-like turning raccoon technique and rolled on the ground, avoiding Feng Qingyang's fierce sword.

However, the first opportunity has been lost. Feng Qingyang’s sword energy continues, one sword after another, and Song Qingshu only has the power to evade, and has no power to fight back. Moreover, the gap of movement is consciously compressed by the opponent. small.

Song Qingshu understands that if this continues, he will not make ten strokes and he will have to drink hate on the spot, but he did not easily counterattack with the eighteen palms of Jianglong. Through the temptation just now, he has already understood that the palm of the wind is too strong in front of the opponent's sword energy. After suffering a loss, coupled with Dugu Nine Sword's breaking air style, no matter how strong the palm is, it is nothing more than paper.

With the same force, the force-receiving area of ​​a palm hit is much larger than the innate sword energy of the opponent's fingertips, **** pressure formula! Song Qingshu cursed physics fiercely, and the other party broke his face with a point, and all his palms were constrained by nature.

Song Qingshu glanced at the gap, his internal force was shocked, the wooden sword behind him shot out, grabbed with his right hand, swiped a few swords and started to counterattack.

Feng Qingyang had noticed his wooden sword a long time ago, and thought it was just an ornament, but he did not expect that he had reached the state of no sword at a young age, and a thin layer of wooden sword also appeared on the surface. Sword Qi, and his sword moves are exactly those engraved on the wall, but they are not completely mechanically applied. Several ordinary Wu Sacred sword techniques are used, but the strength is not to let go, implying dozens of changes, waiting for himself His response changes at any time.

Feng Qingyang stepped on the seven stars and quickly retreated a few feet away. Although Song Qingshu’s first three moves were amazing enough just now, they were not as shocking as this time. He asked incredulously: "You just After just a few glances, did you understand these sword moves on the wall?"

Song Qingshu's expression was a little bit shy, and he said shyly: "It seems... so."

Listening to him, Feng Qingyang almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. He has been a sword-wielding wizard once in a few hundred years, and he can travel the world with a sword at the age of about 30. With his decades of sword skills, he can glance at the moves on the wall, and then integrate the sword intent. The young man on the opposite side, who has practiced swords for no more than three years, is purely based on the realm. How can you let Feng Qingyang not be surprised if you are equally divided with yourself.

"Whether it is Kyogen, you have to try it before you know~IndoMTL.com~Feng Qingyang still doesn't believe it, so I decided to try his best.

Song Qingshu quickly cheered up, luck was on the wooden sword, and greeted him.

For a time, the sword energy in the cave was vertical and horizontal. Although Feng Qingyang was basically attacking Song Qingshu's defense, and Song Qingshu was often forced into embarrassment, Song Qingshu was like a boat in the storm, always able to guard his door. With the ordinary swordsmanship of the Five Sacred Mountains, he was undefeated against Feng Qingyang's Dugu Nine Swords, and sometimes even attacked a few swords so that Feng Qingyang had to return to the sword to defend. If it spreads to the rivers and lakes, it is guaranteed to make a sensation in the world. .

However, Song Qingshu has a bitter self-knowledge. Although he can fight Feng Qingyang with a hundred moves undefeated, he keeps fighting like this because Feng Qingyang no longer keeps his hands, and when the sword aura invades his body, No doubt he will die.

Thinking of this, he is still willing to fight again, resorting to a weird sword technique, and shouting: "Look at my trick-ten thousand swords return to the clan."

Feng Qingyang was bluffed. This young man gave him too much surprise. I was really afraid that he would lose Jingzhou and be injured by his weird moves. He held the sword in his hands and waited.

Song Qingshu saw that he was fooled, how could he hesitate, and pushed Tasha Wuhen's light work to the extreme, and picked up Mu Wanqing, who was almost silly next to him, "Hurry up!" The two rushed like a meteor. Out of the cave.

Feng Qingyang was stunned and couldn't help but get furious, and he quickly used his light work to chase him out, but he had lost his first opportunity. Song Qing's book body was carrying the super light work of Tasha Wuhen. Holding a person, Feng Qingyang had no choice but to watch the distance between the two of them getting further and further...

Detecting that Feng Qingyang was finally thrown off, Song Qingshu gently put Mu Wanqing down, and said fortunately: "Lady, fortunately you are soft and light, otherwise we really can't run away."

Unexpectedly, Mu Wan's clear and resounding slap in response to him.