Song Qingshu of Wudang Mountain

Chapter 48 Sword Saint Dugu
The young Dugu was kicked on the ankle by Song Qingshu, and his body staggered a few steps forward, and then he bent his back and did not move. Song Qingshu was two feet behind him, looking at the young Dugu with his back turned to him. , suddenly a burst of loneliness surged in my heart.

The boy's back is like a bent sword, standing there alone, not being favored by the wind, moistened by the rain, illuminated by the light, and cared for by love.

The young Dugu seemed to feel something, he turned around and looked at Song Qingshu, the dark and huge pupils filled his entire eye sockets, and the depths of those eyes shone with incomparable loneliness and absolute madness.

"Are you pitying me?!" He sniffed the air suddenly, and then said hysterically, "I need your pity? Will I need your pity?! You want you to die!"

After all, he held up the sword and slashed, regardless of whether Song Qingshu was within his attack range, and saw that he kept walking in front of Song Qingshu, and at this time he had already slashed three or four times in vain. Five knives can be regarded as including Song Qingshu in the scope of his chopping.

When he saw Song Qingshu confronting him with a half-cut sword, the anger in his heart soared to the sky, making his hair stand on end, he was extremely angry.

While slashing with a "knife"—and he didn't pay attention to any moves, he roared: "How dare you insult me! Then go to hell!"

He went towards Song Qingshu with one "knife" after another "knife", and then Song Qingshu caught the edge of his "knife" with only a half-cut sword. It was a bit hectic at the beginning, but it became more and more relaxed in the end.

"Impossible! I am the most powerful disciple of Ba Dao Sect, and my sword technique is stronger than the master and senior brother! You can't beat me, it's impossible! Take my move, [Sword Dominates the World]!"

The young Dugu suddenly rose to a height of more than two feet, then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, using the sword as a knife, and slashed at Song Qingshu's head again.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu didn't panic, and with a broken sword in his right hand, he held the young Dugu's "knife" against the edge, preventing him from going any further.

Song Qingshu picked up the broken sword, and flew the young Dugu far away.

The young Dugu stood still, first looked at the sword in his hand, then at Song Qingshu, and then at his own sword, his arrogant demeanor suddenly subsided, as if he was thinking about why he lost to Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu also looked at him, tapped the Broken Sword twice, and the Broken Sword made a buzzing sound, as if responding to him.

The young Dugu finally spoke, but still looked down at the sword in his hand.

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why did I lose to you?"

"Oh. Because you don't know how to use a sword."

The young Dugu seemed to have heard a big joke, he suddenly laughed wildly, and couldn't stop holding his stomach for a long time.

Song Qingshu looked at him laughing wildly with an indifferent expression.

After a while, the young Dugu breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile still on his face, and said to Song Qingshu: "You...do you know who I am? If you knew...who I am, you...wouldn't say that gone."

"I know you, Sword Demon Dugu seeks defeat." Song Qingshu said flatly.

The young Dugu was stunned, as if hearing this name for the first time, he frowned and asked: "I am the sword demon Dugu, seeking defeat? No, no, how could I be the sword demon Dugu seeking defeat?"

Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to frown: "Aren't you the sword demon Dugu Qiubai?"

"I am Dugu, but I am not the sword demon Dugu, and I am not looking for defeat." The young Dugu shook his head, and then said very proudly, "I am the sword master! The sword master Dugu!"

Song Qingshu shook his head: "No, you are the sword demon Dugu Qiubai! You wrote it in the sword mound, so it can't be wrong."

"Sword Tomb? Where is that?!"

Both of them were stunned now. The young Dugu said that he was the sword saint Dugu, and Song Qingshu clearly remembered that the tombstone of Jianzhong was engraved with the sword demon Dugu begging for defeat, and Yang Yaoqin also said that when her great-grandfather Yang came to Jianzhong , the words engraved on the sword mound mean that the sword demon Dugu seeks defeat without a doubt, but the young Dugu doesn't even know what a sword mound is.

What is going on here?

"How old are you this year?" Song Qingshu asked suddenly, wanting to confirm one thing.

"Just reached the crown." The boy Dugu replied.

Sure enough, the current Dugu has not yet sought defeat, so he is the sword master Dugu, not the sword demon Dugu Qiubai. The Dugu in front of him has just been crowned, and there are still forty or fifty years before he becomes the sword demon Dugu Qiubai Over the years, there must have been many things that happened, which made the sword master become a sword demon, and Dugu became Dugu Qiubai.

"That's all. You don't know me, the sword master Dugu, and I don't know who you are." At this moment, the young Dugu's expression returned to normal, as if he had vented with a big laugh just now, which relieved the resentment in his heart. .

Hearing what he said, Song Qingshu had no choice but to cup his fists and said, "My servant, Wudang Song Qingshu."

When Dugu heard this, he smiled triumphantly, as if celebrating the success of his aggressive method, then turned his head and asked, "Wudang? Which Wudang? The Wudang Mountain in Hubei?"

"Not bad." Song Qingshu nodded.

The young Dugu wondered: "Wudang Mountain also has a sect? Isn't that a temple? But judging by your appearance, your master must also be a master."

"Naturally better than your master." Song Qingshu said casually.

But as soon as the young Dugu heard him talking about his master, he couldn't help feeling sad, and his whole body seemed to be depressed.

At this moment, Song Qingshu suddenly remembered that the young man just said that he was practicing swords by the river, and then his master said that he was obsessed, and then he didn't know what happened to make this young man who was obsessed with practicing swords into a sword master, so he Then he asked: "You just said that you practiced swords by the river, and your master found out, then what?"

"There is no more." The young Dugu shook his head, "There is nothing left."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Song Qingshu didn't force it, and asked another question.

"Do you know where this place is?"

Indeed, according to Song Qingshu's estimate, it should have been three or four hours since he woke up, but there is no sun and moon here, and he doesn't know how time passes, which makes Song Qingshu very strange.

"I don't know!" The young Dugu replied confidently.

"Then how did you get here?"

"How did you get here?"

Two people said the same words with the same voice, it was like an echo.

The young Dugu sat down on the ground and said to Song Qingshu: "Now that you know that I am Dugu the Sword Master, do you still dare to say that I can't use a sword?"

"If you still slash me like you did just now, I will still beat you."

"Ah, I still don't believe it, come on, come on, you and I will fight again!" The young Dugu jumped up from the ground, raised his sword and stabbed at Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu had been on guard for a long time, and before he got close, he threw the broken sword over, and the broken sword was like an arrow leaving the string, piercing the young Dugu's throat with a whistling sound.

With a wave of his hand, the young man Dugu parried the broken sword away with his sword, and then headed towards Song Qingshu with a [Sword Splitting Style].

He chose the same slashing action as before, but Song Qingshu did not dare to neglect the sword intent he used this time. If the young Dugu was using a sword as a knife, Song Qingshu could easily deal with it, but this move [chop Sword style] but it is really a sword technique, the young man has become different all of a sudden.

In Song Qingshu's eyes, the young Dugu's move was like a sword opening, and his whole temperament suddenly became sharp. Although he only used the most basic sword-splitting sword, in his hands this basic However, the sword technique became flawless. Song Qingshu felt that no matter how he responded, he would become a dead soul under the sword.

However, this does not mean that he will be caught without a fight. At this critical moment, he does not retreat but advances. With a kick of his body, he rushed towards the young Dugu at a high speed.

Since you want to chop the sword, then I will not let your hand drop, I will see how you chop!
Song Qingshu had this attention in his heart, and when the young Dugu saw him rushing over, he immediately understood his intentions, so he pushed the boat along, turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, changed the force in his hand from releasing to retracting, and turned the tip of the sword towards the I poked it down.

And Song Qingshu happened to come to him at this time, and his sword pointed at Song Qingshu's back, and he poked it down, as if Song Qingshu took the initiative to put his body under his sword.

These two people chopped and poked, moved and remained still, they were as fast as lightning and as fast as fire, completely beyond the reaction of ordinary people.

If Song Qingshu didn't change his tactics at this moment, he would only be stabbed, but Song Qingshu is not an ordinary person after all, he suddenly became short, and his whole body rolled over on the spot, and then his feet suddenly kicked up, which was unbearable. Kan dodged the sword, and at the same time turned his defense into an offense, his feet went straight to the young Dugu's chest with great strength.

"Hahaha! Good move! Good move!" The young Dugu still had the strength to laugh twice, seeing Song Qingshu's feet attacking him, he yelled without dodging, "【Jian Gang】!"

Seeing a huge sword-shaped phantom rushing out of his body, the sword-shaped phantom grew when it saw the wind, and instantly became extremely huge, enveloping the young Dugu, and Song Qingshu kicked his feet On top of this sword-shaped phantom.

The sword-shaped phantom looks translucent like a mist, but it is as hard as a diamond when touched. When Song Qingshu stepped on it, it was like stepping on a piece of fine iron. The force of the recoil almost broke his feet. Under a sudden change, he used the power of this shock to send himself three feet away, rolled on the spot to relieve the force, and then sat on the ground with his buttocks, circulating the innate qi to heal his injuries.

"What is this trick called?" Song Qingshu looked at the sword-shaped phantom, which had stopped growing at the moment, but was still as thick as a giant tree surrounded by one person. Looking from a distance, it really looks like a huge sword rising from the ground, clamoring to stab the sky.

As soon as the boy Dugu moved, he retracted the sword-shaped phantom, and the phantom quickly retracted into his body as if shrinking, and disappeared on his body surface.

"This is [Jian Gang], it's for body protection, don't tell me you can't."

As he said this, the expression on his face already told Song Qingshu very clearly, you just can't, la la la!
Song Qingshu cursed inwardly, this swordsman!

(End of this chapter)