Chu Qinghui glanced at Qian Zhenren sitting next to him.
Master Qian nodded slightly.
If Song Yu showed any signs of cultivating immortality later, from the moment he left Jiying Hall and the palace, they would take him away at all costs, even if it meant fighting with the official family.
If Song Yu dies later, it will be over, and it will be a happy thing to cut off the official's arm that has not fully grown.
If Song Yu shows no signs of cultivating immortality and defeats Jiang Su later, it means that Song Yu has reached the point where he has to be eliminated!
A young man who has no immortal skills and may only have a little seal power can defeat the first genius of Northern Qi swordsmanship who has entered the realm of master. How strong must his martial arts talent be?
How deep did he have to hide in those past years?
Not to mention that Song Yu’s talent in literature is so shocking!
If he continues to develop like this, he will soon be transformed into a "golden body of literature". Once something goes wrong, it will definitely cause an uproar.
Thousands of miles of river embankment collapses in an ant nest, and small waves may not necessarily capsize the boat.
As soon as Song Yu's remarks came out today, coupled with the public praise from the officials, it was already a big blow to Prime Minister Chu.
After all, for so many years, the concept they created that "officials dare not make the Northern Expedition" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Now the officials are publicly praising Song Yu's words that refer to the Northern Expedition. This will completely subvert the Zhao people's past understanding of the officials' attitude towards the Northern Expedition!
The Chu prime ministers, who have been planning for many years and want to gain a foothold in righteousness, cannot accept this situation.
So after today, even if we pay a huge price, we must kill Song Yu, this scourge!
Jiying Hall is a relatively luxurious and spacious hall in the Imperial City of Lin'an Prefecture, which can accommodate hundreds of people without any pressure.
The open space in the middle alone is more than ten feet in diameter.
It can be used for various singing and dancing performances when holding banquets, and it is barely sufficient as a battle venue.
Today is a state banquet, and no one is allowed to bring weapons inside, so Jiang Su ordered someone to fetch his sword.
Until now, he is still cultivating his "meaning"!
Standing there like an unsheathed sword, its edge sharp.
Looking at Song Yu coldly: "I heard that Ye Sanniang left the sword to you that day. After killing you today, I will take the sword away and use her sword to kill him with my own hands!"
Song Yu looked at him and said, "Where's your horse?"
Jiang Su was slightly startled.
Song Yu said: "I am optimistic about your big white horse. After you die, it will be mine."
"You mean the white dragon?" Jiang Su looked at Song Yu and sneered: "You really dare to think about it, not to mention that you have no chance. Even if I give the white dragon to you, you can't conquer it!"
Song Yu chuckled and said, "Then you don't need to worry. If I lose today, take the sword away. If you die, your horse will be mine."
Why do you call me a loser when I lose? No, I won't lose!
Jiang Su reacted suddenly and almost fell into Song Yu's trick.
He actually distracted my attention, consumed my energy, and tried to destroy my "meaning"!
His eyes turned cold, and he ordered in a cold voice: "Go and bring my white dragon to this hall! I want it to witness your death with my own eyes!"
Someone glanced at the official's house, saw no reaction, and left quickly.
At this time, an entourage brought Jiang Su's sword.
Jiang Su took it, held the hilt of the sword, and slowly... drew the sword.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, a ray of cold light suddenly lit up in Jiying Hall.
What followed was an extremely cold killing intent that spread instantly.
Many people couldn't help but let out a low exclamation.
Even the official sitting above couldn't help but have a look of worry in his eyes.
Song Yu indeed said in front of him that he could kill a seventh-level master now, but in front of him, Jiang Su came from a practicing sect and had outstanding swordsmanship talent.
Being hailed as the number one genius of Northern Qi Kendo, rather than the number one young genius of Northern Qi Kendo, is enough to show how terrifying he is.
Song Yu... can it be done?
"My intention has been formed. Song Yu, don't continue to delay time and do those useless actions! Where is your sword?" Jiang Su threw the scabbard away, and with a snap, it landed accurately on the sword behind him. On the desk.
"You are very rude to your scabbard!" Song Yu said lightly, and then shouted loudly: "Sword!"
Kick, kick, kick...
A young eunuch, holding a sword in both hands, ran in from outside the hall and respectfully placed the sword in Song Yu's hand.
"..."
Many people were speechless, thinking that with Song Yu's voice, the sword would automatically fly into his hand.
In front of the palace, Zhao Qingyi nervously grasped Song Xueqi's hand, Song Xueqi nervously grasped Xiao Qing's hand, Xiao Qing... Xiao Qing and Zhao Huan were also nervously holding hands.
I didn't even dare to express my anger.
This young man is a master!
Chu Qinghui looked at this scene with a smile on his face and a relaxed expression.
Qian Zhenren on the side was also very calm.
Song Yu held the sword in his left hand, looked at Jiang Su and said: "I once said before that in the world of martial arts, only fast ones can't be broken. This means that my sword is very fast! So do you have any last words to say? It just so happens. Wait for your horse, otherwise I’m afraid you won’t have a chance to say it later.”
"Master Jiang, your horse is here!" came the sharp voice of a young eunuch from the Zhao Kingdom at the door of the hall.
Jiang Su had no expression on his face, holding the sword with cold light in his hand. The murderous intent in his eyes... was about to spread out, and his sword intent exploded!
Huo Di shouted loudly——
"die!"
The figure instantly became like a ghost, incredibly fast!
The cold light erupting from the sharp sword in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, piercing Song Yu's eyebrows.
Buzz!
The moment he appeared in front of Song Yu, there was a loud roar in the air in the hall!
That's because his speed is too fast, and the sonic boom formed!
This... is the speed of a grandmaster!
Facing this terrifying sword, at least 90% of the people in Jiying Hall couldn't understand it at all.
The group of literati didn't even react before they saw Jiang Su rushing in front of Song Yu, and Song Yu... hadn't even drawn his sword yet.
"Shameless!"
Chen Qun, the Minister of Rites, had this thought flashing through his mind.
As for the officials and the Prime Minister of Chu, they all stared intently. Not only could they understand, but they could also see clearly!
Seeing that Jiang Su's extremely fast and terrifying sword was about to hit Song Yu's forehead, Song Yu's body swayed slightly, but he didn't make much movement. He only tilted his head slightly and narrowly avoided Jiang Su's sword. .
The razor-sharp sword almost grazed Song Yu's temple. People with advanced realms could even see a few hairs on Song Yu's temples being cut off by the sword energy and flying in the air.
Jiang Su flicked his wrist, and the empty sword suddenly moved downwards... to wipe Song Yu's neck!
Uh-huh!
There was a flash of light.
The moment Song Yu drew his sword, he lifted it from bottom to top.
The speed is extremely fast!
If this sword hits the target, Jiang Su will disembowel Song Yu on the spot before the sword in his hand touches Song Yu's neck!
Jiang Su's movements were also incredibly fast!
The body flew upside down instantly in a way that went against the laws of nature!
Song Yu's sword was also close to his body... and it was empty!
His right hand holding the sword was raised high at the moment, and downwards, he struck Jiang Su with the sword.
In the flash of light and stone, he flicked and chopped.
If the move of drawing the sword is a common method used by swordsmen, then Song Yu's current attack seems a bit...amateur!
A true master of swordsmanship would rarely do this, as this would cause his defense to fall and his "center door" to open wide!
As long as he ducks to avoid the sword, he can take advantage of the opponent's exposed chest and pierce him with one sword.
Jiang Su originally thought so too. He was amazed by the speed of Song Yu's sword drawing just now. He felt that he was indeed a master of swordsmanship.
But the next move... was so amateurish!
Do you think a sword like yours... Huh?
Jiang Su's expression suddenly changed!
As if he had seen something terrifying, his body, which had already rushed forward again, leaned back and kicked his feet on the ground at the same time. His body was suspended in mid-air and parallel to the ground, rolling sideways.
歘!
Song Yu's sword fell.
It looks like it has failed again.
But the eyes of the officials, Prime Minister Chu and Zhenren Qian instantly showed a look of shock.
Song Yu's seemingly random chop was like the Milky Way falling from the sky!
That kind of majestic trend cannot be resisted by human beings.
It seemed that even if there was a big mountain blocking the way, it could be split open by Song Yu's sword!
That majestic sword intention almost made Chu Qinghui stand up on the spot. Qian Zhenren next to him also had a look of disbelief on his face, and two rays of light could not help but shoot out of his eyes.
The official glanced at him.
The light in Qian Zhenren's eyes disappeared.
But his expression... has become extremely solemn.
There is no magic!
There are no abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations!
but.
this person.
It was far more powerful than they had previously judged!
Chu Ren said that killing Song Yu is like killing a chicken?
impossible!
Chu Ren can't kill Song Yu at all!
In an instant, various thoughts flashed through the minds of a few people who really understood.
But for those who didn't understand it at all, they only felt nervous and exciting, and then... it was too fast!
I couldn't see anything at all.
From Jiang Su charging towards Song Yu to Song Yu drawing his sword and striking back, it only took a blink of an eye.
Then Jiang Su rolled out sideways.
Standing there now.
Looks like nothing's wrong?
But for some reason, he didn't attack Song Yu again.
The same goes for Song Yu. After the sword was struck, his lower body seemed to be a little unstable. He staggered slightly, and then with a ding sound, the tip of the sword in his hand penetrated deeply into the gold bricks on the ground, and then he stabilized his body.
Both Chu Xiang and Qian Zhenren saw this scene and breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone else looked stunned.
Is this the end of the fight?
Jiang Yong frowned slightly and looked at Yuan Ting Yuezhi's grandson standing in the main hall, wondering why he couldn't move?
A master in the field of Huajin, wouldn't it be very easy to kill someone like Song Yu?
In his opinion, it would be too easy for him, a great Confucian, to stump other scholars in the field of classics and history!
Totally crushing!
This is true for literature and martial arts... isn't it also the same?
At this moment, Jiang Su suddenly made an extremely weird sound. How should I put it, it sounded inexplicably... tearing!
"What kind of swordsmanship are you doing?"
Song Yu smiled: "I walked out of the Hanjiang River by water and went down the river. I realized that water is the strongest of all things in the world, so I learned a sword technique called Da Jiangdong Go!"
He looked towards the entrance of the palace, where the pure white majestic horse was.
Song Yu walked over, took the reins from the young eunuch, looked back at Jiang Su, and said in a very bad tone: "Your horse is mine."
(End of chapter)
