The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 165 Defeating the Heavenly Sword with One Sword!

Song Que made a move.

This move can only be described in one fast word.

The naked eye could only see a flash of light and shadow, and the Heavenly Knife had already been unsheathed and chopped out a lightning-like rainbow, across the void, towards Song Xuan!
The sword's intent is soaring, and the sword's energy is vertical and horizontal. With one blow, life and death are severed. It is difficult for even a great master to dodge. Only a head-on confrontation can have a trace of life.

And the moment Song Que drew his sword, Song Xuan also struck.

The Xuantie epee strikes out with one sword, seemingly ordinary and without any change, but in an instant, it seems to contain ever-changing changes, and thousands of sword moves are gathered in one sword!
Keng!
The swords collided, and there was a violent metal friction sound. At this moment, the whole world seemed to freeze, and even the light was completely gathered together. In the field of vision of the Song family and others, the world became pitch black. All sense of direction is lost.

The next moment, the light dissipated, the darkness in the sky suddenly dissipated, and the light returned to the world.

Everyone looked around, but saw that Song Que was holding a long knife, and his whole body was flying back like catkins. He made a crack of more than ten feet on the ground, and only then did he stop the backward force.

"I lost!"

Song Que thrust the long knife into the ground with an incredulous expression on his face.

In expert duels, it is very common for one move to decide the winner, but he has always been the one who decides the outcome for others. This is the first time he has met someone who decides the outcome for him with one sword.

"What you cultivated is not true qi!"

Song Xuan nodded, "It's really not true energy!"

"You don't have the will to do martial arts, and you don't take the road of martial arts, but your spiritual power is extremely condensed, and you can even suppress my sword intent, but is it the spiritual consciousness recorded by ancient Taoist qi practitioners?"

Song Xuan smiled and said: "Yes, I am a cultivator!"

Cultivating immortals is just a general term. To be precise, Song Xuan followed the path of swordsmanship that was created by the combination of martial arts and immortality, which is most suitable for his own aptitude.

This road, he is still in its infancy, but even so, the five elements sword element combined with the black iron epee is far from being able to compete with the world's martial arts masters.

The strongest martial arts master is the will of martial arts, such as Song Que's saber intent, and the lingering killing aura is like a death knife slashing out from the Nine Nethers.

Before the sword arrives, the sword intent arrives first, which can instantly destroy and collapse the opponent's spirit, causing the enemy to lose their fighting power in an instant.

But unfortunately, what he met was Song Xuan who opened up the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows and cultivated his divine consciousness.

I dare not say that the way of immortality must be better than the way of martial arts. There are three thousand ways, and it is difficult to distinguish between the best and the worst when one reaches a high level of cultivation.

But at least at this stage, Song Que, who was in the realm of a great master, had no way of fighting against Song Xuan's spiritual defense.

In a situation where the will of martial arts does not have any advantage, Song Xuan's five-element sword element can crush the true qi like a dimensionality reduction blow.

With just a random sword strike, Song Que, the grand master of martial arts, was defeated.

If it wasn't for Song Xuan's intention to accept this person as his subordinate, otherwise Song Que would definitely die if he made another strike!

"It's not wrong to lose to Xiuxian!"

In fact, there are nine styles of his Heavenly Knife, and one knife is stronger than the other. If he can make the ninth knife, the power of the nine swords will be integrated into one knife. Song Que feels that his strongest knife should be comparable to Song Xuan's previous sword. Touch it head-on.

However, this is meaningless.

You lost at the first strike, if it was a life-and-death fight, who would give you the chance to continue to draw momentum?
Song Xuan didn't continue to strike to make up a sword, which was considered to be a great face to him as a great master.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and patting the dust on his body, Song Que stood up, carrying the long knife behind his back, before bowing to Song Xuan.

"Chen, Song Que, on behalf of the Lingnan Song family, is willing to submit to His Majesty's command!"

Song Xuan nodded in satisfaction.

This Song Que is indeed a martial idiot, but he is not stupid, and his ability to judge the situation is also very strong. This can be seen from his extremely decisive drawing of the line with Fan Qinghui back then.

"You are a grand master, so you don't need so many etiquette!" Song Xuan said politely.

Song Que, on the other hand, shook his head seriously, and said, "Before, it was a duel between the strong, but now, it's a formal meeting between the monarch and his ministers. Courtesy cannot be ignored!"

Song Xuan was kind and generous, and praised: "Song Qing has a heart!"

After the ceremony, Song Zhi, the number two member of the Song family, and Song Que's eldest son, Song Shidao, also came forward one after another to meet the new emperor.

After seeing the ceremony one by one, Song Que said: "Your Majesty's new emperor has ascended the throne, but there are still many chaotic troops in this world. I wonder if Your Majesty needs my Song family to send troops to wipe out the bandits?"

Song Xuan pondered for a while and said: "You can make preparations first, and you can send troops when my order is issued!"

"Yes!"

Song Kuang nodded, thought for a while, and said: "Since your majesty entered the world, you have challenged all the masters in the world. Next, you want to fight that loose man Ning Daoqi?"

"Correct!"

"Ning Daoqi is not your opponent!"

"I know!"

Song Xuan was not polite this time.

If the spiritual consciousness has not been condensed before, the martial arts will of the grand master will have some influence on him. To defeat a grand master, Song Xuan will have to spend a lot of effort.

But now that the ancestral orifice between eyebrows has been opened, the spiritual consciousness has been completed, and the will of martial arts has no effect on him anymore.

Even, with the continuous condensing and strengthening of the spiritual consciousness, he can use the spiritual consciousness as a means to counter-suppress the grand master spiritually. At that time, killing the grand master will be easy for him!

While the two were talking, Song Que suddenly frowned and looked towards a certain direction in the distance.

"Your Majesty, do you want me to deal with this person?"

In the direction of his eyes, there is an old man with a long beard and a long beard, with a simple and elegant face. He is dressed in a light blue brocade robe, which makes his figure as tall as a mountain, and he has an elegant and elegant look. elegant demeanor.

This person is the number one great master in the world, Taoist Sanren, Ning Daoqi.

Song Xuan chuckled, this person should have come to Sichuan long ago, he probably expected that he would have to fight Song Que, hid in the dark and waited, most likely he still wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight and reap the benefits of the fisherman Intend.

It's just a pity that the duel between Song Xuan and Song Que ended too quickly, and there was no chance for Ning Daoqi to plan.

Song Xuan soared into the air, stood in mid-air, looked at the figure of the old man, and said: "Since fellow Taoist is here, why don't you show up and see him?"

Ning Daoqi was silent for a moment, as if he was sizing up Song Xuan, his eyes revealing a pensive look.

Then, he laughed lightly, his figure swayed, and dozens of afterimages appeared in the void.

Song Xuan watched secretly with emotion.

Such a free and unrestrained person insists on being a dog licker, which really tarnishes the reputation of Taoism for no reason!
(End of this chapter)