Seeing this, the elder of the Kongtong Sect said angrily: "Boy, who are you? How dare you insult our Kongtong Sect."
"Song Qingshu, a disciple of the Wudang Sect." Song Qingshu said his name with a smile, not taking the sect elders seriously at all.
"Qingshu, don't be rude." Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but said.
But his words did not dissipate the anger of the sect elder. The main reason was that Song Qingshu's demeanor was too hateful. This made the sect elder feel greatly insulted. He immediately stepped forward and used the "Seven Injuries" of his sect's supreme martial arts. "Fist" wants to teach the younger generation Song Qingshu a lesson.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu clenched his right fist to greet him.
Punch to punch.
But in an instant, the elder Zong's arm made a clicking sound and he could no longer lift it up.
"Iron Fist Kung Fu", although Song Qingshu's name is vulgar, it does not mean that the self-created martial arts is ordinary. To fight with him, you really need the courage given by Liang Jingru.
"Ah, you..." The elder Zong covered his broken arm and looked at Song Qingshu as if he were a monster.
Why are his punches so hard? The elders of the clan were puzzled.
Song Qingshu shocked everyone when he appeared.
The Wudang sect was a little better and had a premonition about Song Qingshu's power, but the other sects were really shocked. This man was obviously only in his early twenties, but his skills were stronger than those of the older generation.
Song Qingshu turned around and looked at Yin Tianzheng and said: "Senior Yin, you are Wuji's grandfather. I don't want to embarrass you. This time our six factions gathered together for no other reason than to restore a bright future to the martial arts world and not let any martial arts world be Scum appears.”
"Master Jiejie of the Emei Sect originally invited me, the Wudang Sect, to attack Guangmingding. My father did not agree with it at first because not all members of the Ming Cult are vicious people, but I persuaded him to come."
"Why is this? Because there are scum in the Ming Cult who like to suck human blood."
After that, Song Qingshu took out the Green Winged Bat King's protective decree.
"I have already punished these scum."
Song Qingshu threw the protective decree on the ground, looked at Yin Tianzheng and said, "Eagle King, do you still want to stop me?"
"Well done." The Emei faction shouted in unison.
Master Miejie looked at the token and felt extremely happy. She knew that her disciple Jingxu had been killed by the Bat King not long ago.
Yin Tianzheng looked at the Bat King's protective decree on the ground, and couldn't help but feel the sadness of the rabbit dying and the fox dying in his heart.
But he is not a person who is afraid of death. If he really lets the six sects enter the main altar and loses his reputation for a lifetime, it is better to kill him now.
Just when Yin Tian was about to fight to the end, Wu San and Yang Xiao came out. What was surprising was that Zhang Wuji was carrying Yang Xiao on his back.
"Wuji, what are you doing there? Come here quickly." Song Yuanqiao asked with concern.
"Uncle." Zhang Wuji put Yang Xiao down and stepped into the Wudang Clan's lineup.
Yang Xiao sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at Song Qingshu and said loudly: "Just now you said that there are scum in our Ming Cult. I, Yang Xiao, admit this, but are there no scum in your so-called martial arts sect?"
"That's right, I only saw you swinging the butcher knife at us, but I didn't see you cleaning up the house!" He looked at Song Qingshu and shouted.
"I can't tell you. How do you know that I didn't clean up my family? Since I came down from Wudang Mountain when I was sixteen, the martial arts scum, flower pickers, and bandits who died in my hands totaled no less than two hundred people. Doesn't this count?" Song Qingshu looked at it? Can't tell.
"I admire your actions, and I'm even more grateful that you killed Cheng Kun before, but I still want to say that you are too young. Apart from anything else, according to my verification, the leader of the Huashan Sect, Xian Yutong, originally wanted to compete for the position of leader. Killing his senior brother Bai Heng and ultimately placing the blame on our Ming Cult, is this an act of justice?" Taoist Tieguan, one of the Wusan people, said.
After Taoist Tieguan said this, Xian Yutong's face turned blue and white. He originally thought that his killing of his senior brother would not be known to anyone, but who expected that it would be revealed on such an occasion. He immediately retorted: "Evil Demon Heretic, what are you talking about? When have I ever done anything like this?"
Taoist Tieguan said disdainfully: "Lies are lies after all. Since you said that your senior brother was killed by our Ming Cult, and you witnessed it with your own eyes, tell me where your senior brother is and who killed him. Let's confront him face to face."
Xian Yutong opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but for a moment he didn't know where to start.
"That's nonsense. You dare to slander my reputation. I'll kill you." Xianyu Tongdang used the Huashan swordsmanship to stab Taoist Tieguan.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but frown. He pointed at Xian Yutong's long sword, and the long sword immediately shattered.
Seeing this, Xian Yutong took out the iron fan from his arms and wanted to take action against Song Qingshu.
Seeing this, Song Qingshu preemptively slapped Xian Yutong on the chest, causing him to fly backwards and vomit blood.
"Master Xian, what's the matter? The first thing to say is, why bother to take action? Could it be that you really killed your senior brother." Song Qingshu said neither hotly nor coldly.
Xianyu Tong spit out a mouthful of blood again after hearing this.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuji couldn't bear it anymore and immediately said: "Brother Song, I don't know whether Xianyu Tong killed his senior brother, but when Xianyu Tong was poisoned, he went to my master Hu Qingniu to seek medical treatment. I worked around the clock to cure him, but he killed my master’s sister.”
"Not to mention that my master is a member of the Ming Cult, but now he brings people to attack the Ming Cult. He is simply a wolf-hearted person. Such a person should be killed."
Hearing this, Song Qingshu's eyes turned cold. He walked to Xian Yutong and knelt down in front of him, asking, "Headmaster Xian, let me ask you, is there any truth to what Wuji just said?"
Xian Yutong looked at Song Qingshu with cold eyes, how dare he say anything else, he just wanted to survive now.
His eyes were empty, and he pushed back, trying to stay away from Song Qingshu.
This move made everyone in the Huashan faction who originally supported him furious. Although Xian Yutong didn't say anything, everyone knew that he had acquiesced.
At this time, silence is better than sound, this is the truth.
When Song Qingshu saw this, his expression remained unchanged and he slapped Xian Yutong on the chest. After a moment, Xian Yutong lost his breath.
"I, Song Qingshu, will do what I say, and I won't be afraid of death. If anyone in the Huashan Sect is not convinced, feel free to ask me, Song Qingshu, and I will agree."
Song Qingshu's words were so domineering, but his superb martial arts made those who disliked him dare not act rashly.
The two elders with the highest status in the Huashan sect changed their expressions and looked at Song Qingshu and said: "Although Xianyu Tong is ashamed of his Huashan ancestors and deserves to die, you should not be allowed to decide his death due to emotion and reason. Song Shaoxia asked Give me some advice.”
Song Qingshu smiled and said: "You are tough, I admire you, come on."
The two old men, tall and short, held big swords and used the anti-liangyi sword technique to fight against Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu smiled and still had a pair of iron fists. While using Qinggong to avoid the blade, he hit the back of the knife in circles, making a clanging sound.
In just ten moves, Song Qingshu had already bent the back of the sword, looked at the two old men and said with a smile: "You two, do you want to continue fighting?"
