Immediately afterwards, the dark sky was torn apart, and dazzling sunlight shone down. A floating figure fell rapidly, it was Song Que, the heavenly sword. In the strong wind, his black hair danced wildly, his eyes were closed tightly on his pale and determined face, and he seemed to have passed out.
When he was still six feet away from the ground, he suddenly opened his eyes. He was protected from the strong wind and landed safely. It looked like there was no big problem, but if you look closely, you will find that there are a few plum blossom-like blood stains on his chest.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice."
As Song Que spoke, a trace of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Chu Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, raised his head and looked at Song Que, a little surprised in his heart. He had mobilized half of his strength in the blow just now, but Song Que could still stand. The great martial arts master in this world was really amazing.
"Since Song has been defeated, can senior let go of the dog and the little girl?"
When Song Que mentioned his children, a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes. He had been climbing the mountains of martial arts for decades and was almost ruthless. He only showed this emotion when he thought of his children.
"Pindao, go ask the leader. Master Song, please wait a moment!"
After Chu Feng said this, his figure blurred and disappeared.
One stick of incense and two sticks of incense passed, but no one came out. Song Que, who was injured but was dragging his hands to heal his injuries, looked a little pale.
Not long after, a man and a woman walked out from behind a building in the distance. The man was dressed in black, handsome and resolute, with a free and easy temperament. The woman was dressed in white palace clothes, heroic and elegant. It was Song Shidao who was detained. Song Yuzhi.
"Father"
"Father, you are hurt"
Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi walked over quickly and supported Song Que on the left and right, with nervous expressions on their faces. They had vaguely heard the fighting outside in the temple just now, but they did not expect that their father would be injured.
When Song Que saw that his children were safe, he felt relieved. He immediately sat down cross-legged and performed exercises to heal his injuries. A layer of mist rose around his body, and his pale cheeks gradually turned rosy.
Two hours passed and Song Que slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see his daughter Song Yuzhi looking at him with red eyes.
"Chier, I have nothing to do as a father. You go back first."
After Song Que finished speaking, he soared into the sky, heading towards the depths of the vast temple with overwhelming fighting intent.
Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi's expressions became ugly at the same time. Based on their understanding of their father, they knew that his father must have gone to challenge the Sword Master. After getting along with each other in the past few days, they deeply understood the Sword Master's ruthlessness and the Sword Master's martial arts. Gao Shen, once my father is defeated, his life will definitely be in danger.
"Father don't want..."
Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi chased after him.
…………
In Zhunti Temple, in the square in front of the Main Hall, there are swords everywhere, densely packed, tens of thousands of them, glowing with a frightening cold light under the sunlight.
Ah Qing, who was dressed in green clothes and looked unparalleled, sat cross-legged in the middle, motionless. The airflow around her body surged regularly, and the swords trembled as if they were alive.
The old Taoist priest Chu Feng, who was standing beside him with a broom, had a strange look on his face. This cheap apprentice of his was really like a monster. He actually understood the art of sword control on his own. In time, it would not be a problem for him to surpass his master.
Rumble, dozens of stone statues flew from the sky one after another, with an unpleasant sound of tearing the air.
Ah Qing moved his fingers slightly, and dozens of swords rose from the ground, spinning rapidly in the air, roaring towards the stone statue, and upon collision, a series of explosions occurred.
In the sky covered with smoke and dust, Song Que, who was full of fighting spirit, held a long knife and used the force of the impact to slash down the violent knife. The sword energy swept across the earth like an ice dragon. Although the power was not as powerful as the eight swords united into one, it was not far behind. Spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground, which was shocking.
Ah Qing remained motionless, with a unique rhythm in each breath, as if communicating something. Suddenly, thousands of swords rose from the ground, flew into the air, formed a cylindrical protective circle, and hit it. The sword energy disappeared into nothingness in the rotation.
"With his sword forming a wall, he is worthy of being a swordsman. Song just wants to fight, even if he dies, he will have no regrets!"
Song Que's eyes brightened, and the eight swords merged into one again, his whole body levitated, and the violent sword energy surged, which was three points more powerful than when he fought Chu Feng just now.
"Heavenly Sword Song Que!"
Ah Qing's expression was cold, and his bright eyes were deathly silent, as if he were looking at a dead person.
"Sword Saint Ah Qing"
Song Que's fighting spirit is soaring, he will become stronger when he encounters a strong force, and he will fight when he encounters a strong force. This is his principle in pursuing martial arts.
Chu Feng, who was standing aside, understood what was happening. The battle just now allowed Song Que to break through.
"Very good, let's see who is more powerful, the Heavenly Sword after the breakthrough, or the Sword Master who has mastered the art of sword control!"
After Chu Feng said that, he retreated to a distance to watch the battle.
In the sky, Song Que's accumulated momentum became stronger and stronger, as if he was trying to drain the energy of the world.
Ah Qing remained motionless in the square. With each breath, thousands of circular air pillars with swords rotated rapidly, more than five times faster than before. It is conceivable that anything in the world, involved in it, would be Crushed.
"war!"
The sword-shaped air pillar from the sky rushed down with the momentum of air rushing through the mountains and rivers. There was a sky-shaking explosion during the collision, and then Song Que launched a lightning-like offensive. Figures with sword lights kept coming suddenly from all directions, and the sword energy rushed into the circular air column of the sword many times.
After more than a quarter of an hour of fierce fighting, Song Que's offensive slowed down. Ah Qing moved with overwhelming force. He stepped on his sword and went straight upstream to kill Song Que.
Unlike Song Que who could only stay in the air for a short period of time, A Qing used the flying sword to gallop in the air and quickly knocked down Song Que. Then he copied Song Que's previous lightning offensive. Under constant heavy blows, the ground sink. In the flying dust, Ah Qing and Song Que fell into it at the same time.
Chu Feng moved over instantly. He didn't expect these two madmen to collapse the ground. When he saw that there was no movement, he was about to go down to check.
Thousands of swords, shaped like a silver dragon, flew from the sky and penetrated into the ground. Then the ground floated like a sponge, and then trembled violently, as if a wild beast was trying to escape.
Chu Feng's expression changed, and he immediately rode on the auspicious clouds and retreated to the blue sky.
Then a black spot appeared on the ground and quickly enlarged. The buildings on the ground were swallowed up little by little. The black spot then turned into a black tornado, violently rising into the sky. Two figures flew out at the same time and quickly separated.
When he landed on the ground, Song Que, the Heavenly Sword, was covered in scars and was lying on the ground vomiting blood.
Ah Qing flew into the sky with his sword, three thousand blue hairs fluttering, and his murderous intent was overwhelming.
"Father"
Song Shidao and Song Yuzhi ran in this direction.
Ah Qing's eyes swept across, and the torrent of swords swept past with endless killing intent.
Boom, there was a loud explosion in the sky, and a purple rainbow shot straight down, crushing countless sharp swords into dust.
Amid the purple air, an ape whose body was as white as frost and snow, holding a broom, strode out.
"master"
Ah Qing's murderous intent was gone, and his face was full of joy. When her pass stopped at the broom, her expression froze.
