Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 82 The Outcome is Decided

Song Qingshu moved like lightning, leaping through the air to arrive.

With a clear clang, the Heaven-Slaying Sword was drawn from its sheath, raised above the head, and then cleaved down with force.

The sword blade transformed into a streak of cold light, aimed directly at the top of Liu Yun's head, as if he were using the sword as a knife.

Liu Yunshi felt the sword energy piercing his skin and the chilling aura pressing down on him. He dared not be negligent and quickly flipped his wrist, raising the two Sacred Flame Tokens upwards.

Then a loud, resonant "clang" was heard, echoing through the treetops.

The two weapons clashed, causing sparks to fly.

Song Qingshu stared intently and saw that the raised and recessed patterns on the Sacred Flame Token were exactly as they had been before.

The place where the Heaven-Slaying Sword had cut through remained completely undamaged.

He thought to himself, "The strength of this Sacred Flame Token is truly no less than that of the Heaven-Slaying Sword or the Dragon-Slaying Sword."

Liu Yunshi, however, lacked such composure. He felt his entire body go numb, his tiger's mouth throbbed with pain, the Sacred Flame Token nearly slipped from his grasp, and his legs buckled, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

Looking up, he saw that the newcomer was a handsome young man with flowing robes and a long sword in his hand that shone with light, clearly a divine weapon rarely seen in the world. His heart sank even further.

With that slight hesitation, Zhang Wuji had already spotted the opening.

The power of Tai Chi Chuan is like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly.

He made a circular motion with his right hand, deflecting all of Miao Fengshi's attacks, and then struck out with his left palm, landing solidly on the opponent's shoulder.

Miao Feng let out a muffled groan and staggered back several steps, instantly disrupting the coordinated formation of the three Persian envoys.

After delivering his attack, Song Qingshu landed gracefully, sword held horizontally to his chest, and declared loudly, "Junior brother, I'm here to lend you a hand!"

After speaking, the Nine Yang True Qi poured into the sword, making the sword path even more fierce and incomparable, with each move aimed directly at the Flowing Cloud Envoy.

He didn't use sophisticated sword techniques; instead, he relied entirely on fierce and relentless slashing and hacking.

It is precisely by relying on the sharpness of the Heaven-Slaying Sword that we can withstand the strength of the Sacred Flame Token and further test its hardness.

The sword wind, imbued with the powerful energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, created an oppressive aura that made even Liu Yun feel breathless.

The tinkling sounds continued incessantly.

Zhang Wuji used meticulous internal control, while Song Qingshu used forceful external pressure.

One is gentle, the other is firm; both internal and external troubles have left the three officials struggling to cope and in dire straits.

Seeing that the formation was becoming increasingly chaotic, Huiyue Shi knew something was wrong and secretly channeled his inner strength to unleash the insidious "Bone-Penetrating Needle" technique.

This skill condenses extremely cold and yin energy into a single line, which is then transmitted through the Sacred Flame Token. It specifically targets and breaks through protective qi, making it extremely insidious and difficult to defend against.

Just as Zhang Wuji lunged forward to attack Miao Fengshi, he suddenly felt a numbness in his chest, followed by a sharp pain, as if an extremely thin steel needle had pierced through the gap in his internal energy.

Ordinary cold internal energy would never be able to break through the protective aura of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but this kind of cold energy is as thin as a hair, and it seeks out gaps in the true energy, making it impossible to defend against. It is extremely insidious.

The sharp pain came abruptly, piercing straight to his heart and lungs, causing Zhang Wuji to freeze in place.

In a battle between masters, the slightest difference can mean the difference between life and death; such a stalemate is truly extremely dangerous.

Miao Feng was overjoyed and was not about to miss such a good opportunity. With a sinister grin, he hurled the Sacred Flame Token, which, accompanied by a strong gust of wind, smashed it toward Zhang Wuji's crown.

Zhang Wuji felt a sharp gust of wind above his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He thought to himself, "This is bad!"

Knowing that this blow would be difficult to dodge, he quickly channeled his Nine Yang True Qi into his Baihui acupoint, intending to take the fatal hit head-on.

At this critical moment, a gust of wind seemed to flash by, invisible and incredibly fast.

Miao Feng's grinning face suddenly froze. The Sacred Flame Token was only a fist's distance from Zhang Wuji's crown, but it could not go any further.

Zhang Wuji didn't have time to think it through. He leaped back several feet in an instant, and when he looked up, he saw that Miao Fengshi had already fallen straight to the ground.

A small blood hole was visible on his temple, from which blood seeped out. His eyes were wide open, and a sinister smile remained on his face, but he was already dead.

This sudden and shocking turn of events left not only Miaofeng Envoy bewildered until his death, but also Liuyun Envoy and Huiyue Envoy, who were greatly shaken to their core upon seeing their companions perish.

It turned out that when Song Qingshu was exchanging blows with Liu Yunshi, he had his eyes open and had seen Zhang Wuji's situation of being restrained.

His right hand, wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, pressed down like Mount Tai, firmly locking the two Sacred Flame Tokens of the Flowing Cloud Envoy. Meanwhile, his left finger secretly gathered Nine Yang True Qi, which he then used to strike out from a distance with the One Yang Finger technique.

This finger strike gathers power invisibly, and moves with the speed of lightning.

With Miao Feng focused entirely on taking Zhang Wuji's life, how could he possibly defend against the distant finger strikes coming from the side?

The temple is the softest and most fragile part of the human body. When the pure yang finger force pierced through it, he immediately collapsed to the ground and died.

Zhang Wuji narrowly escaped death and secretly felt ashamed.

Knowing that Song Qingshu had saved him, he did not hesitate any longer. He circulated the Nine Yang True Qi in his dantian for a full cycle, completely dispelling the lingering cold energy in his chest.

With a circle of his left palm, the Tai Chi force, like silk threads, coiled around Huiyue Envoy.

Having learned his lesson from the Bone-Piercing Needle, he showed no mercy this time, his palm striking the opponent's Sacred Flame Token, rendering her unable to wield it any longer.

That chilling needle strength.

The Cloud Envoy was both shocked and furious. He was already under the pressure of Song Qingshu, and now that his companion had died, his mind was even more chaotic. How could he still have the mind to fight?

He gritted his teeth and shouted, crossed his two commands, and used all his strength to seal outwards, then tried to back away.

Song Qingshu snorted coldly. The hardness test of the Sacred Flame Token was almost complete. How could he be allowed to leave so easily?

The sword's momentum suddenly changed; instead of slashing or cutting, the blade slid and coiled along the edge of the Sacred Flame Token, like a serpent winding around a branch.

This sudden shift from fierce to agile follows the principles of Tai Chi sword: "following the curves and yielding to force." The sword moves are fluid and smooth, without any obstruction.

As Liu Yun's old strength was released and new strength had not yet been generated, he felt the immense force on the opponent's sword suddenly vanish without a trace. Then, the Sacred Flame Token in his hand was pulled to the side, and a cold light followed the edge of the token straight towards his face.

He was taken aback and hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but was still slashed on the shoulder.

Blood splattered as the left arm was severed at the shoulder by the sword.

Just then, Zhang Wuji exclaimed in alarm, "Senior Brother, be careful!"

However, Huiyue Envoy was pressed hard by Zhang Wuji. In desperation, she risked taking a palm strike and shot all the force of the Bone-Piercing Needle towards Song Qingshu's back, attempting to relieve the siege by attacking Wei.

Without turning his head, Song Qingshu flipped his left wrist backward, his index finger like a sword, and pointed out with a backhand.

With a soft "hiss," the pure yang finger force and the yin-cold needle energy collided in mid-air.

The Yin energy, originally as fine as a hair, was instantly dispersed into countless cold threads and vanished without a trace when struck by the Nine Yang's powerful energy.

Song Qingshu's right hand sword strike did not falter at all. Taking advantage of the moment when Liu Yunshi was in excruciating pain from his severed arm and his body was trembling, he swept the blade across.

A flash of cold light, and a fine head flew out at an angle. The body swayed twice before crashing to the ground, blood splattering everywhere—a gruesome sight.

As for the Radiant Moon Envoy, having taken a blow from Zhang Wuji, how could he still have any fighting power? In addition, with the two envoys killed, he was in a state of utter confusion and was subdued by Zhang Wuji in just a few moves. Zhang Wuji struck all the major acupoints on his body, rendering him unable to move.

Thus, the outcome of the battle was decided: one Persian envoy was captured and two were killed.