In terms of swordsmanship, he almost received personal instruction from Zhang Sanfeng.
A set of Tai Chi sword skills has touched the essence of it.
Even Zhang Wuji, who had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art, couldn't help but admire it secretly in his heart.
Song Qingshu originally thought that he could easily defeat this young man, but after more than ten moves, he lost his previous confidence. He really didn't expect that this man who came out of nowhere in front of him would have such great skills.
Gradually, Song Qingshu's strength was almost exhausted, and there was no point in delaying any further.
In desperation, he used the long sword in his hand to block Zhang Wuji's sword path. When the two swords collided, he clenched his other hand into a fist and hit Zhang Wuji in the face.
Stupid! Zhou Zhiruo laughed in her heart. Even though she hadn't really fought with Zhang Wuji just now, from the push he had given her on the waist, Zhou Zhiruo knew that his internal strength was in no way inferior to that of the current top masters.
Even with a sword in hand, Song Qingshu couldn't defeat Brother Wuji, so how could he be defeated with just a fist...
Just as Zhou Zhiruo thought.
When facing the gust of wind-like fist, Zhang Wuji just grabbed it lightly.
Song Qingshu's fist stopped four or five inches away from his cheek.
Then his hand moved downwards and exerted gentle force.
The sound of Kabakaba reached everyone's ears.
Song Qingshu's arm was not broken, but the crackling sound was enough to prove that his arm was about to break.
Qingshu...
Song Yuanqiao shouted and quickly stepped forward with his sword.
Qingshu?
Zhang Wuji felt a little helpless, but whatever...
Zhang Wuji shook his arms vigorously, and Song Qingshu's body flew backward with this force, and his body hit Song Yuanqiao's arms.
Qingshu, how are you?
Song Qingshu moved his arm with a painful look on his face and said: It's okay.
After seeing that his son was fine, Song Yuanqiao walked towards Zhang Wuji with the sword in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hands.
No, I, Zhang Xiaoyi, have a close relationship with Wudang, and I really don’t want to hurt anyone from Wudang. Among all of you, the one I want to compete with the most is her.
Zhang Wuji pointed his finger directly at Nun Miejue.
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