Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

"Ah Da! Go and take those two arms off that brat surnamed Song!"

Zhao Min gritted her teeth and said bitterly.

What made Zhao Min so angry?

It turned out that just as Zhang Wuji was receiving the third blow from A'er, Yin Liting, accompanied by Yang Buhui, Xiao Zhao, and others, was carried in a soft bag by members of the Ming Cult to the Sanqing Hall.

When Yin Liting arrived at the scene, he was immediately agitated upon seeing Ah Er in the arena. He trembled all over and looked as if he wished he could go down and kill Ah Er.

He clearly remembered the men who attacked him that day; this bald man was one of them, and he was the ringleader, no doubt about it!

When he saw Bald Ah Er's arm broken by Wu Ji and him unconscious, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Min was focused on the situation in the arena when she glanced up and saw Song Qingshu whispering to the two maids who had just arrived.

These two girls each have their own unique charm, but they are undoubtedly both stunning beauties.

Song Qingshu would whisper a few words in one ear, then whisper a few words on another shoulder, and no one knew what he was saying, but he was very enthusiastic and talkative.

Zhao Min grew angrier the more she looked, and the angrier she became, the more she looked.

The white jade fan in her hand was cracking loudly as she gripped it. She had been worried about whether that guy would get hurt after leaving the arena, but it seems a leopard can't change its spots.

Finally, after Ah Er's defeat, she was already furious and shouted out that line that resounded throughout the palace.

However, Song Qingshu was truly wronged this time. He really did not provoke Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao. The two girls had just arrived and were unaware of the current situation, so he explained the situation to them in its entirety. His behavior was normal throughout and he did not overstep any boundaries.

For some reason, Zhao Min interpreted all the actions differently.

While Song Qingshu was still speaking, A'da received orders and went down to the stage.

Then, Ah Da, whose face was full of sorrow, responded with a "Yes" and drew his Heaven-Slaying Sword in a flash.

"Zheng—"

The sword was drawn, as if accompanied by the roar of a dragon.

It was flashing with a bluish light, so bright it was blinding!

No matter when or where, once this sword is drawn, it will always be the most eye-catching presence in the entire arena.

At the same time, I would like to express my admiration: What a magnificent sword!

Song Qingshu had no idea how he had offended Zhao Min again. Seeing her fate, he didn't say anything more and gracefully entered the arena with his three-foot-long sword.

The Ming Cult members' "worry sickness" struck again, and this time they were genuinely worried. They had never thought highly of Song Qingshu, and now that he was wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, a mere graze could result in injury or death.

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That's not the point. The point is that they've already recognized who this Ah Da is.

A true master of swordsmanship!

Then Yang Xiao said loudly, "So you are Elder Fang, the 'Eight-Armed Divine Sword'? How can a dignified elder of the Beggars' Sect be reduced to a servant of someone else?"

Zhou Dian, with an exaggerated expression, chimed in, "Weren't you dead? How come you're alive again?!"

Ah Da sighed with a bitter face, "I've survived a hundred deaths, so let's not dwell on the past. I'm no longer an elder of the Beggars' Sect."

Song Qingshu naturally knew this person's background, and he was on high alert after leaving the arena, not daring to be careless at all.

This Ah Da is the head of the four elders of the Beggars' Sect, and is known in the martial arts world as Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword.

His swordsmanship was superb, and he was famous throughout the martial arts world.

As the saying goes, there are no bad nicknames, only bad names.

This man was called the Eight-Armed Divine Swordsman because his sword speed was incredibly fast, as if he had seven or eight arms, hence the nickname.

Of all martial arts techniques, speed is the only unbreakable force!

Today he's determined to use slowness to counter speed, employing Tai Chi swordsmanship to break the opponent's fast sword. So what if you wield the Heaven-Slaying Sword!

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu slowly raised the tip of his sword, drawing a smooth, flawless arc in the air before returning to its original position.

After the move was completed, the sword remained hanging down, the body remained still, the whole body was without any sharp edges, and the offense and defense were perfectly integrated.

Then he spoke loudly: "Besides Tai Chi Chuan, our Wudang Sect also has a Tai Chi Sword Technique. It is an honor to receive a few pointers from the Eight-Armed Divine Sword today! Please!"

When Fang Dongbai saw Song Qingshu's opening move, a hint of amazement flashed across his troubled face.

He had already witnessed Tai Chi Chuan, that incredible skill, and he was still savoring it. He never expected there to be a Tai Chi sword as well, which made him itch to try it out.

He immediately shouted, "Very well! This old man will gladly accept your high level of skill!"

The sound faded as the sword was drawn.

Everyone felt a sudden burst of blue light before their eyes.

Fang Dongbai's figure flickered, transforming into seven or eight afterimages, each wielding a Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Whether it's pricking the brow, striking the chest, or shaving the knee, all eight techniques are unleashed in a single move.

The sword wind was as sharp as tearing silk, dazzling the eyes and making it impossible to distinguish which sword was real and which was illusory.

The "Eight-Armed Divine Sword" is terrifyingly fast; when the sword strikes, it's as if the user has eight arms and wields eight swords simultaneously.

The heroes in the hall all changed color.

Putting aside the speed of the sword strike, just by listening to the hissing sound, it's clear that this person's internal strength is no less than that of the bald-headed Ah Er!

This kind of internal force drives the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which can cut through iron like mud, to become even more powerful, like a tiger with wings. The title of "divine sword" is now truly established!

Zhou Dian couldn't help but blurt out, "Watch out!"

As for Zhao Min, her initial anger was now hanging in the balance; she worried that this lecherous man might actually have his arm cut off.

As the sword shadows approached from all directions, Song Qingshu slowly raised the green blade in his hand and drew a perfect circle in the air.

Hey! Why is Wudang swordsmanship so slow? How can it possibly withstand such a fast sword?

Seeing Song Qingshu's slow pace, the heroes stamped their feet in frustration.

But what happened next completely surprised them.

As Song Qingshu's sword tip passed, it seemed to push aside the clouds and reach for the moon, accompanied by a series of crisp clanging sounds.

Fang Dongbai's eight swift sword moves were all deflected by his circle, the sword blades grazing his robes and only cutting through a few wisps of wind.

Use slowness to control speed, and use minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Let him go fast as he pleases, I will remain compliant and adaptable, as if it were a natural process.

At this moment, everyone looked at the young man standing calmly with his sword, who had the air of a master like Zhang Zhenren.

They all sighed inwardly: Wudang is destined for great prosperity!

Fang Dongbai's attack missed its mark, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

He stopped testing the waters, flicked his wrist, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword let out a dragon's roar, its speed suddenly increasing by three-tenths.

Amidst the crisscrossing blue light and the numerous sword shadows, the entire hall was filled with a chilling sword aura.

He seemed to transform into a whirlwind of swords, attacking Song Qingshu like a torrential downpour.

Every move was deadly, every sword aimed at vital points, so fast that even a shadow couldn't catch up, making the viewer's heart pound with fear.

No matter how fast his sword moves were or how dense his attacks were, Song Qingshu remained steady and his long sword danced slowly.

He drew circles with his sword, large circles inside small circles, diagonal circles overlapping straight circles, as if countless invisible vortexes were spread around his body.

As soon as Fang Dongbai's sword entered within three feet of him, the force was completely neutralized by the rounded sword momentum, and even the most fierce killing moves missed their mark.

The two, one fast and one slow, fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

To onlookers, Song Qingshu appeared to be on the defensive, as if he were about to be swallowed up by the rain of swords at any moment.

Fang Dongbai knew that with each move Song Qingshu made, it was as if he released a thin thread that wrapped around the Yitian Sword. These threads accumulated more and more, as if they had formed clumps of silk floss, wrapping the Yitian Sword up.

He felt the sword in his hand getting heavier and heavier, five pounds, six pounds... ten pounds, twenty pounds...

After more than a hundred moves, his arms were starting to ache, but the young man remained calm and composed.

As the fight dragged on, his swordplay gradually became sluggish.

Fang Dongbai felt anxious and gritted his teeth, deciding to change his strategy.

He shouted, and his sword aura suddenly changed, with all the sword shadows merging into one.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword suddenly shone with a blue light, like a bolt of lightning, and stabbed straight at Song Qingshu's chest.