"Qinghui, please take a nap first!"
Putting down the delicate body in his arms, Song Que slowly stood up and looked at Chu Feng on the steps. The cold light in his eyes disappeared in an instant, his expression became calm, and his aura became calm, as if he was angry just now. That person is not him.
At this time, a man in gray clothes dressed as a domestic servant walked through the crowd, picked up Fan Qinghui on his back, and quickly retreated.
Only then did the onlookers realize that Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, who had not made a move for many years, was about to take action. All of a sudden, they all shouted and retreated. They had no choice. For so many years, the name of the great master, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was too loud. With the sword energy flowing freely, it will inevitably accidentally injure people watching the battle.
"Don't block the way from behind, get out of the way."
"Don't squeeze in front, you won't be able to see it if you step back."
"Go away, if you don't get out of the way, I'm going to kill you."
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Song Que, who was feared by everyone, did not take action immediately. He stood there as calm as water, as if he had merged with nature. After a long time, he drew out his long knife and said with a calm face: "This knife is called Narcissus. Song once used this knife." The characteristics of the sword created the "Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques", each with ten swords, for a total of eighty swords. Today, I will use this sword technique to ask for advice from the sword master."
Chu Feng, who was standing on the steps, closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything. After a long time, he sighed quietly.
"Your heart is not at peace. We will fight again tomorrow!"
After Chu Feng said that, he turned around and entered the temple, and the door was closed.
Everyone watching the battle was dumbfounded. What do you mean? After waiting for so long, the Heavenly Sword is finally here. If you don't fight, isn't this a joke?
"Could it be that I am afraid of the reputation of the Heavenly Sword and dare not accept the challenge?"
"It must be so. Who is Song Que from the Heavenly Sword?"
"As expected of the Heavenly Sword, it scared away Linghu Chong, the top master of the younger generation."
"This is the style of a great master, we can only look up to him."
"It seems that the only one who can fight against the Heavenly Sword is Sword Master Ah Qing."
"Alas, if the Sword Master doesn't come out, who can compete with him!"
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Everyone was discussing and unanimously believed that Chu Feng was afraid of fighting.
A flash of surprise flashed in Song Que's eyes as he was left there. His heart was indeed restless. When he took Fan Qinghui's pulse just now, he found that Fan Qinghui's internal organs were seriously injured. If the injury was not treated in time, there would be Worry for life.
At this time, the voice of the servant who had just left Fan Qinghui came from the crowd.
"Master, the people from Cihang Jingzhai have brought the holy medicine, and Master Brahma's injury has stabilized."
When Song Que heard this, his heart was a little rippling, but it completely returned to calmness. Facing the closed temple door, Song Que pondered for a while, mobilized his inner strength, and said loudly: "Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, please ask the Sword Master A Qing to show up."
Blessed by inner strength, the sound was so vast that it could be heard clearly for miles. Even though those watching the battle were far away, their blood was still boiling.
With a creak, the heavy temple door opened, and a slovenly Taoist priest with gray hair and beard came out holding a broken broom.
"It's so noisy that I can't even let poor Tao sleep."
After scolding the sloppy Taoist priest, he took a broom and started sweeping on the spot with thousands of people watching. Who is this sloppy Taoist priest? Needless to say, he is still Chu Feng. To use a sentence, it is me, still me, fireworks of different colors.
After a while, everyone who came back to their senses started to make a fuss.
"Why are you sweeping the floor at this time?"
"A Taoist priest lives in a temple. It's so strange."
"The Wuyue Sword Sect didn't send anyone to fight. Could it be that something unexpected happened."
"Hey, that sweeper, uh, no, old Taoist priest, please go inside and report that the Heavenly Sword is coming."
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Chu Feng acted as if he didn't hear anything and kept sweeping the floor from the steps to the long bluestone street.
Song Que, who was standing in the field, didn't waste any more time and jumped directly into the air. Like a sharp arrow, with the sound of tearing the air, he rushed towards the temple. The moment he flew to the top of Chu Feng's head, his body stagnated, and then flew back. When he landed, the long knife in his hand slashed out diagonally. The unparalleled sword energy instantly lifted up a layer of land two feet behind. A yellow earth wall was formed and rolled over.
Chu Feng, a sloppy Taoist priest, did not even raise his head. He raised the broom lightly in his hand, and the gray and white yin and yang energy gathered together to wash away the violent earth wall in an instant.
The onlookers, whose nerves were repeatedly provoked, were once again in a state of shock.
"It's unbelievable that Song Que's fatal blow from the Heavenly Sword was actually blocked by the old Taoist priest sweeping the floor."
"Did I see it wrong? A sweeper can be so fierce. What kind of sect is this?"
"I take back what I just said, Linghu Chong is not afraid of war."
"We were two hall masters before, and then we were second-generation disciples. This time we became sweepers. Will we send a pig out next time?"
"I have seen the foundation of the Five Mountains Sword Sect."
"I swear, even if I lose my fortune, I will join the Five Mountains Sword Sect."
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Everyone was talking, but Song Que in the scene felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The sudden appearance of the gray aura just now gave him a creepy feeling. After so many years of fame, neither Bixuan, the martial master who dominated the Western Regions, nor Ning Daoqi, the best master in Middle-earth, had ever made him feel this way.
After pondering for a while, Song Que put away his sword and said, "May I ask your senior's surname? What is your relationship with Sword Master Ah Qing?"
No matter what, Song Que didn't believe that Chu Feng was just a loser.
Chu Feng raised his head, with a breathtaking smile on his face.
"The poor Taoist Zhang Sanfeng is indeed a sweeper."
It was another unfamiliar name. Song Que frowned, and his aura suddenly increased, like a sharp sword thrust straight down from the sky, majestic and majestic.
"Junior Song Que, please ask senior for advice."
After the words fell, Song Que launched a violent offensive. The eight Heavenly Sword styles were displayed one by one, as if thousands of knives were falling from the sky. In the continuous explosions, the boundless sword energy was violent, and the big trees on the roadside were destroyed. When it was pulled up, the bluestone on the ground was shattered, the temple door was turned into ruins as the sword energy tore it apart, and the entire area turned into a doomsday-like scene.
The onlookers retreated far away to avoid being affected. Many people vomited blood and fled away without their lives after reacting.
On a clean bluestone slab, Chu Feng sat cross-legged with a calm expression, surrounded by a gray-white aura, as if he was independent from the world.
At this time, dark clouds gathered in the sky, covering the sky and the earth, and a loud and deafening sound came.
"Senior heavenly being, mortal swordsmanship is not enough to defeat senior. Now the eight styles are combined into one. Please appreciate it, senior."
Before the voice could be silenced, a knife-shaped air pillar that was rare to see in the world ran straight down and hit the top of Chu Feng's head. It was so powerful that it seemed to directly break the gray air.
Boom, the originally quiet gray and white air rolled, the black and white colors were clear, and there were signs of developing towards the Yin Yang Fish. Chu Feng, who was sitting among them, suddenly opened his eyes and pushed up with both hands. The unformed Yin-Yang fish pressed against the knife-shaped air column and flew straight up. There was an explosion in the sky that resounded through the sky.
