The people in the hall were all terrified, and they didn't know that there was such a master hidden. Listening to his roar, his internal strength was probably the best in the world.
Song Qingshu was stunned, his expression became solemn, and his eyes were fixed on an old man walking out of the back hall.
The old man had a high nose and deep eyes, a snow-white and short bearded face, and his roots were like iron. He was walking with great might, but unfortunately his power was destroyed by his messy hair like a chicken coop.
Su Quan was shocked and thought to himself that there was a master from Hong Antong. Although Song Qingshu had great martial arts skills, he was not smart now, and he might suffer a loss when fighting, so he also lost the biggest barrier.
Master, I wonder who this old man is?Su Quan asked quickly, and the rest of the hall looked at Hong Antong, obviously with the same doubts in his heart.
Hong Antong laughed and stood up and introduced: This is my good friend, Mr. Ouyang, one of the five great masters of swordsmanship in Huashan.
Western poison Ouyang Feng?The faces of the masters in the field became unnatural, especially Yu Zhenzi, who suddenly regretted that he was too arrogant when he came to Shenlong Island this time.
The Blood Knife Ancestor and Sang Jie looked at each other and all said something was wrong. If the prince’s plan was too much, it would be a bit inappropriate.
Yelu Nanxian was also as sank as water. Suddenly, there was such a variable, so he had to act according to the opportunity.
Ouyang Feng has been staring at Song Qingshu since he just walked out. Before Su Quan could make up for the situation, Ouyang Feng said: "You little brat, did you just say that you are the best in martial arts in the world?"
Ouyang Feng's energy locked Song Qingshu firmly. Su Quan, who was standing on the edge, felt his breathing was not smooth. She was worried that Song Qingshu, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, but she looked back and said calmly: So what?
Ouyang Feng has been practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures over the years and has been confused. He can't even remember his name in the past. The only thing he still remembers is the desire to win the world's number one. Seeing Song Qingshu being shameless, he was furious and rushed over like a cannonball.
There were many top experts present in the world. Seeing that Ouyang Feng had such a powerful attack, he frowned and wondered how to deal with it if he had changed his position in Song Qingshu.
Yelu Nanxian thought about it and could only use his flexible body skills to avoid his sharp edge first, but the opportunity was lost. Under Ouyang Feng's fierce attack, he might be able to barely hold on to a hundred and eighty moves, but in the end he could not escape the defeat.
For some reason, she was looking forward to seeing how Song Qingshu dealt with it.
Yelu Nanxian is a martial arts genius who is rare in a century. She has fought invincible among the younger generation of the Liao Kingdom at a young age. Even Xiao Feng, the king of the Southern Academy, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, praised her martial arts.
Therefore, although the Liao Kingdom pursued her many handsome men, Yelu Nanxian never even looked at her. In her opinion, how could a man who could not even beat him have the nerve to be his husband?
On the contrary, in the past one or two years, I heard that the Qing Dynasty also had a young top master. Yelu Nanxian has been in close contact for a long time and has long been competing with Song Qingshu. Unfortunately, it has never been done. This time, he will not only benefit a lot from his opponent's fight with Western Poison Ouyang Feng, but also evaluate the strength of both sides. Thinking of this, Yelu Nanxian became vaguely excited.
Yelu Qi, who was standing beside him, noticed her pretty red face and smiled bitterly in her heart: My martial arts cousin Ah.
Song Qingshu also looked solemn in the field. He stepped on the ground with his luck. The force of the ground recoil came from his feet. After a wonderful tremor, Song Qingshu's whole body had already used ten layers of skills to match Ouyang Feng who was rushing over.
Ouyang Feng felt a huge force coming from his hand, and his breathing couldn't help but suffocate. Before he could adjust his breath, the other party's body bent down like a big bow, and his heel swept over his head like a sharp iron whip. Ouyang Feng quickly used his strange body movement and flashed to one meter behind.
Everyone in the hall did not expect that the Western Poison, which was so powerful that the world was forced to retreat by Song Qingshu, were shocked and thought in their hearts that they might have to re-estimate Song Qingshu's combat power.
Song Qingshu also felt that the breath in his chest was churning. Just now, Ouyang Feng didn't take him seriously at first. He thought that no matter how high the young man's martial arts skills were, he was too impatient and aggressive. Song Qingshu followed the power of the earth, and this move made Ouyang Feng suffer a small loss.
Ouyang Feng was also stunned and asked incredibly: The dragon swings its tail, the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing?Are you an old beggar?But why did his beard and gray hair disappear and he became so young... But he was also happy to see the hunt. Although he suffered a small loss, he didn't take it seriously at all. Before the other party could answer, he waved his palm and rushed over.
Although Ouyang Feng was crazy, he did not forget his instinct of martial arts. Since he thought that the other party was a master of the same level, he naturally had a twelve-point spirit, and often left two more strength in every move to avoid blindly making arbitrary moves.
Song Qingshu also roared to the sky without any hesitation. He took the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. One of the two had a weird and mellow move, and the other was simple and mellow. After only over ten moves, there were several extremely dangerous situations, but they were both cleverly resolved by the other party invisibly, and they couldn't help but admire each other.
With the movements of the two, the bitter wind made the people around them retreat continuously. Yelu Nanxian was dazzled and thought to himself: I didn't expect that Song Qingshu's martial arts skills were already so high. Compared with him, I lacked my skills, but my exquisite moves may not be lost to him.
However, I had seen King Xiao take action in the past, and the same eighteen dragon-subduing palms, King Xiao, seemed to be more powerful...
Little baby, your martial arts are pretty sloppy.After dozens of moves, after the two men separated, Ouyang Feng looked at Song Qingshu not far away with his eyes.
Crazy old man, your martial arts are pretty good too.Song Qingshu replied.
Unfortunately, you are not enough.As soon as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he squatted underground, bent his hands to his shoulders, and made a clatter in his mouth, like a big frog acting in sumo wrestling.
Toad skill!Those with insight on the field have already recognized this as Ouyang Feng's unique skill.
Song Qingshu's expression was indeed a little solemn. Although he was a little confused, he had never forgotten his martial arts instinct. At his level, he quickly saw the characteristics of the toad Technique. This Technique is purely controlled by stillness, and his whole body accumulates strength and does not vomit. Once any flaws appear between his moves, he will be counterattacked like thunder.
Song Qingshu wanted to fight against me, but suddenly realized that every time Ouyang Feng croaked, his aura would rise by a point. If he didn't take action, when Ouyang Feng's aura reached its peak, he might not be able to catch it under that blow.
Yelu Nanxian looked at the scene without blinking, afraid of hugging a trace of details, but she saw Song Qingshu's palms churning, so fast that he could no longer see the flesh palms. A vague mass of air slowly grew in his hands.
Later, Song Qingshu's entire upper body also shook, and a ball of true energy that appeared faintly condensed on his head and might be ejected at any time.
Yelu Nanxian's mouth twitched, and subconsciously retreated one meter again. The rest of the people in the hall were not fools. The two of them looked ready to go. If they fight later, they would definitely be shocked. If they don't retreat at this time, it would be awkward if they get into trouble later.
Ouyang Feng's cheeks became more and more bulging, and his belly became more and more bloated. The toad's croaking sound resounded throughout the hall of the Dragon Sect. Those with weak skills were bleeding from their mouths and noses. Yu Zhenzi, Blood Dao Ancestor, Sang Jie, Yelu Qi and others felt annoyed and wanted to vomit when they heard this, and they quickly used their skills to fight each other. Everyone in the field looked as usual, only Yelu Nanxian and Hong Antong.
Finally, Ouyang Feng's aura had reached its peak. When he opened his mouth, a stream of true energy directly hit Song Qingshu. Although the true energy was invisible, wherever he passed, the hard marble slabs on the ground were scattered and broken, which could allow outsiders to see its magical power.
Song Qingshu has also exerted the palm power of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing to the top. Seeing this, his left leg bent slightly, his right arm bent inward, and his right palm drew a circle, which seemed to be the most powerful move of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, Kanglong Youhui, but Song Qingshu used it but was different from Kanglong Youhui's usual quick palm. His palm pushed very slowly, but no one dared to ignore the power of his palm.
There was a loud bang, and smoke and dust filled the hall, and everyone felt a stinging pain in their eardrums. Not to mention the low-level disciples in the Dragon Sect, even Yelu Nanxian, Hong Antong and others frowned secretly.
After the sound came, a strong gust of wind soon spread out from the center of the explosion. The low-level martial arts skills were blown and hit the wall to vomit blood. The high-level martial arts skills Yu Zhenzi and the ancestor of Blood Knife couldn't help but slid backwards, but their posture was not so embarrassing.
When the wind stormed his body, Yelu Nanxian's face changed. He hurriedly took three steps back to stabilize his body, leaving behind several footprints that were trapped in the stone slab but had quite beautiful eyebrows.
Hong Antong on the other side also retreated repeatedly. Yu Guang noticed that Yelu Nanxian had stabilized his body, so he quickly used a thousand-pound drop and crushed the stone slab on the ground with one foot, so he took two steps and stopped.
But with such forced luck, a hint of redness flashed across his face, and he felt a fishy smell in his mouth, and he quickly swallowed the blood foam back.
Hong Antong also knows that he is suffering. Now that the Dragon Sect is in a great way, these people are indiscreet, which can indirectly reflect the martial arts of the people. If he shows his timidity, the group of sharks will be as if they smelled blood, and each of them will regard themselves as a piece of fat.
Therefore, Hong Antong had to use this method to shock many forces with ulterior motives.
Sure enough, when the group stabilized their bodies, they saw that Hong Antong had only taken two steps back, and Yue Zhiyuan stood there like a silence watching the battle in the field. The masters from all sides looked shocked and suspicious.
Yelu Nanxian didn't have the time to watch them intrigue, but focused on watching the battle situation in the field.
Song Qingshu was stunned, his expression became solemn, and his eyes were fixed on an old man walking out of the back hall.
The old man had a high nose and deep eyes, a snow-white and short bearded face, and his roots were like iron. He was walking with great might, but unfortunately his power was destroyed by his messy hair like a chicken coop.
Su Quan was shocked and thought to himself that there was a master from Hong Antong. Although Song Qingshu had great martial arts skills, he was not smart now, and he might suffer a loss when fighting, so he also lost the biggest barrier.
Master, I wonder who this old man is?Su Quan asked quickly, and the rest of the hall looked at Hong Antong, obviously with the same doubts in his heart.
Hong Antong laughed and stood up and introduced: This is my good friend, Mr. Ouyang, one of the five great masters of swordsmanship in Huashan.
Western poison Ouyang Feng?The faces of the masters in the field became unnatural, especially Yu Zhenzi, who suddenly regretted that he was too arrogant when he came to Shenlong Island this time.
The Blood Knife Ancestor and Sang Jie looked at each other and all said something was wrong. If the prince’s plan was too much, it would be a bit inappropriate.
Yelu Nanxian was also as sank as water. Suddenly, there was such a variable, so he had to act according to the opportunity.
Ouyang Feng has been staring at Song Qingshu since he just walked out. Before Su Quan could make up for the situation, Ouyang Feng said: "You little brat, did you just say that you are the best in martial arts in the world?"
Ouyang Feng's energy locked Song Qingshu firmly. Su Quan, who was standing on the edge, felt his breathing was not smooth. She was worried that Song Qingshu, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, but she looked back and said calmly: So what?
Ouyang Feng has been practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures over the years and has been confused. He can't even remember his name in the past. The only thing he still remembers is the desire to win the world's number one. Seeing Song Qingshu being shameless, he was furious and rushed over like a cannonball.
There were many top experts present in the world. Seeing that Ouyang Feng had such a powerful attack, he frowned and wondered how to deal with it if he had changed his position in Song Qingshu.
Yelu Nanxian thought about it and could only use his flexible body skills to avoid his sharp edge first, but the opportunity was lost. Under Ouyang Feng's fierce attack, he might be able to barely hold on to a hundred and eighty moves, but in the end he could not escape the defeat.
For some reason, she was looking forward to seeing how Song Qingshu dealt with it.
Yelu Nanxian is a martial arts genius who is rare in a century. She has fought invincible among the younger generation of the Liao Kingdom at a young age. Even Xiao Feng, the king of the Southern Academy, who is extremely skilled in martial arts, praised her martial arts.
Therefore, although the Liao Kingdom pursued her many handsome men, Yelu Nanxian never even looked at her. In her opinion, how could a man who could not even beat him have the nerve to be his husband?
On the contrary, in the past one or two years, I heard that the Qing Dynasty also had a young top master. Yelu Nanxian has been in close contact for a long time and has long been competing with Song Qingshu. Unfortunately, it has never been done. This time, he will not only benefit a lot from his opponent's fight with Western Poison Ouyang Feng, but also evaluate the strength of both sides. Thinking of this, Yelu Nanxian became vaguely excited.
Yelu Qi, who was standing beside him, noticed her pretty red face and smiled bitterly in her heart: My martial arts cousin Ah.
Song Qingshu also looked solemn in the field. He stepped on the ground with his luck. The force of the ground recoil came from his feet. After a wonderful tremor, Song Qingshu's whole body had already used ten layers of skills to match Ouyang Feng who was rushing over.
Ouyang Feng felt a huge force coming from his hand, and his breathing couldn't help but suffocate. Before he could adjust his breath, the other party's body bent down like a big bow, and his heel swept over his head like a sharp iron whip. Ouyang Feng quickly used his strange body movement and flashed to one meter behind.
Everyone in the hall did not expect that the Western Poison, which was so powerful that the world was forced to retreat by Song Qingshu, were shocked and thought in their hearts that they might have to re-estimate Song Qingshu's combat power.
Song Qingshu also felt that the breath in his chest was churning. Just now, Ouyang Feng didn't take him seriously at first. He thought that no matter how high the young man's martial arts skills were, he was too impatient and aggressive. Song Qingshu followed the power of the earth, and this move made Ouyang Feng suffer a small loss.
Ouyang Feng was also stunned and asked incredibly: The dragon swings its tail, the eighteen palms of the dragon subduing?Are you an old beggar?But why did his beard and gray hair disappear and he became so young... But he was also happy to see the hunt. Although he suffered a small loss, he didn't take it seriously at all. Before the other party could answer, he waved his palm and rushed over.
Although Ouyang Feng was crazy, he did not forget his instinct of martial arts. Since he thought that the other party was a master of the same level, he naturally had a twelve-point spirit, and often left two more strength in every move to avoid blindly making arbitrary moves.
Song Qingshu also roared to the sky without any hesitation. He took the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. One of the two had a weird and mellow move, and the other was simple and mellow. After only over ten moves, there were several extremely dangerous situations, but they were both cleverly resolved by the other party invisibly, and they couldn't help but admire each other.
With the movements of the two, the bitter wind made the people around them retreat continuously. Yelu Nanxian was dazzled and thought to himself: I didn't expect that Song Qingshu's martial arts skills were already so high. Compared with him, I lacked my skills, but my exquisite moves may not be lost to him.
However, I had seen King Xiao take action in the past, and the same eighteen dragon-subduing palms, King Xiao, seemed to be more powerful...
Little baby, your martial arts are pretty sloppy.After dozens of moves, after the two men separated, Ouyang Feng looked at Song Qingshu not far away with his eyes.
Crazy old man, your martial arts are pretty good too.Song Qingshu replied.
Unfortunately, you are not enough.As soon as Ouyang Feng finished speaking, he squatted underground, bent his hands to his shoulders, and made a clatter in his mouth, like a big frog acting in sumo wrestling.
Toad skill!Those with insight on the field have already recognized this as Ouyang Feng's unique skill.
Song Qingshu's expression was indeed a little solemn. Although he was a little confused, he had never forgotten his martial arts instinct. At his level, he quickly saw the characteristics of the toad Technique. This Technique is purely controlled by stillness, and his whole body accumulates strength and does not vomit. Once any flaws appear between his moves, he will be counterattacked like thunder.
Song Qingshu wanted to fight against me, but suddenly realized that every time Ouyang Feng croaked, his aura would rise by a point. If he didn't take action, when Ouyang Feng's aura reached its peak, he might not be able to catch it under that blow.
Yelu Nanxian looked at the scene without blinking, afraid of hugging a trace of details, but she saw Song Qingshu's palms churning, so fast that he could no longer see the flesh palms. A vague mass of air slowly grew in his hands.
Later, Song Qingshu's entire upper body also shook, and a ball of true energy that appeared faintly condensed on his head and might be ejected at any time.
Yelu Nanxian's mouth twitched, and subconsciously retreated one meter again. The rest of the people in the hall were not fools. The two of them looked ready to go. If they fight later, they would definitely be shocked. If they don't retreat at this time, it would be awkward if they get into trouble later.
Ouyang Feng's cheeks became more and more bulging, and his belly became more and more bloated. The toad's croaking sound resounded throughout the hall of the Dragon Sect. Those with weak skills were bleeding from their mouths and noses. Yu Zhenzi, Blood Dao Ancestor, Sang Jie, Yelu Qi and others felt annoyed and wanted to vomit when they heard this, and they quickly used their skills to fight each other. Everyone in the field looked as usual, only Yelu Nanxian and Hong Antong.
Finally, Ouyang Feng's aura had reached its peak. When he opened his mouth, a stream of true energy directly hit Song Qingshu. Although the true energy was invisible, wherever he passed, the hard marble slabs on the ground were scattered and broken, which could allow outsiders to see its magical power.
Song Qingshu has also exerted the palm power of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing to the top. Seeing this, his left leg bent slightly, his right arm bent inward, and his right palm drew a circle, which seemed to be the most powerful move of the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing, Kanglong Youhui, but Song Qingshu used it but was different from Kanglong Youhui's usual quick palm. His palm pushed very slowly, but no one dared to ignore the power of his palm.
There was a loud bang, and smoke and dust filled the hall, and everyone felt a stinging pain in their eardrums. Not to mention the low-level disciples in the Dragon Sect, even Yelu Nanxian, Hong Antong and others frowned secretly.
After the sound came, a strong gust of wind soon spread out from the center of the explosion. The low-level martial arts skills were blown and hit the wall to vomit blood. The high-level martial arts skills Yu Zhenzi and the ancestor of Blood Knife couldn't help but slid backwards, but their posture was not so embarrassing.
When the wind stormed his body, Yelu Nanxian's face changed. He hurriedly took three steps back to stabilize his body, leaving behind several footprints that were trapped in the stone slab but had quite beautiful eyebrows.
Hong Antong on the other side also retreated repeatedly. Yu Guang noticed that Yelu Nanxian had stabilized his body, so he quickly used a thousand-pound drop and crushed the stone slab on the ground with one foot, so he took two steps and stopped.
But with such forced luck, a hint of redness flashed across his face, and he felt a fishy smell in his mouth, and he quickly swallowed the blood foam back.
Hong Antong also knows that he is suffering. Now that the Dragon Sect is in a great way, these people are indiscreet, which can indirectly reflect the martial arts of the people. If he shows his timidity, the group of sharks will be as if they smelled blood, and each of them will regard themselves as a piece of fat.
Therefore, Hong Antong had to use this method to shock many forces with ulterior motives.
Sure enough, when the group stabilized their bodies, they saw that Hong Antong had only taken two steps back, and Yue Zhiyuan stood there like a silence watching the battle in the field. The masters from all sides looked shocked and suspicious.
Yelu Nanxian didn't have the time to watch them intrigue, but focused on watching the battle situation in the field.
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