Chapter 975: The Flag of First Strike

Ouyang Feng hesitated to speak, which piqued the interest of everyone in the hall. Not to mention the Jin Dynasty group, even the members of the Quanzhen Sect were very curious about the identity of the visitor. Unfortunately, he stopped talking halfway, leaving everyone both angry and anxious.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: “Brother Feng, you don’t need to say anything, I already have a rough idea of who he is. Rest assured, who will win or lose this battle is still uncertain.”

Being able to severely wound Ouyang Feng in one move, across the entire wulin, even Zhang Sanfeng probably couldn’t do it. The only possibility is that the opponent’s martial skill just happens to counter Ouyang Feng.

Ouyang Feng’s Toad Style Martial Art is very mysterious, but its only flaw is that it requires a long preparatory time. Therefore, it is somewhat restrained by the One Yang Finger, which is why there’s a saying in the wulin that “Southern Fire overcomes Western Gold.” However, Master Yideng’s cultivation was only on par with Ouyang Feng’s. Even if their martial skills counter each other, it’s absolutely impossible to defeat Ouyang Feng in one move. As for other experts of the One Yang Finger from Dali, the highest cultivation level is at Heavenly Dragon Temple. When Song Qingshu once attempted to steal the “Six Meridians Divine Sword” sword manual and fought against a group of monks from Heavenly Dragon Temple, he was very clear about their skills. No one had the ability to wound Ouyang Feng.

Furthermore, with the One Yang Finger martial skill far surpassing Ouyang Feng’s, among the entire wulin, only one person comes to mind—that is the leader of the Five Absolutes, the divine master—Wang Chongyang.

Although rumors in the wulin say he died long ago, since the world of the 14 books of Jin Yong can be integrated, no matter what happens, Song Qingshu wouldn’t be surprised.

Hearing Song Qingshu’s words, Ouyang Feng was momentarily stunned, then nodded: “Yes, my younger brother’s cultivation now may not necessarily be inferior to his.”

That white-robed old man immediately became interested and chuckled: “I thought you, young and boastful, only spoke big words, but since Master Ouyang also says so, your martial skills must be extraordinary. I’d love to see for myself. Well then, you are a junior of the wulin, so I’ll give you three moves first.”

Qiu Chuji hurriedly reminded: “Senior, be careful! His martial skills are so high that we’ve never seen the like in our lives. His swordsmanship, controlling swords in the air, is truly unpredictable! Previously, Song Qingshu manipulated over a dozen swords effortlessly amidst hundreds of daoist priests, which was deeply shocking to them.”

The white-robed old man was unfazed, clasped his hands behind his back, and said proudly: “Then I really want to see for myself.”

Song Qingshu didn’t feel happy about being able to strike first. Instead, he cursed inwardly. Having watched countless novels and TV dramas in his previous life, he knew that any attack first, no matter how dazzling the move, was just to set off the other person. This flag simply couldn’t stand.

But he quickly distinguished reality from the virtual world. Since the other party was so confident to let him strike first, he wouldn’t hesitate to take advantage.

“Since that’s the case, I won’t be polite anymore.”

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved towards the void. Suddenly, three swords on the ground flew into the air, their tips trembling slightly and continuously giving off dragon roars.

The white-robed old man was visibly moved. Among the martial arts masters in the wulin, there were countless sword experts, but few had seen someone control swords remotely like this.

“I won’t take your advantage either. Here are three swords; I will use three moves,” Song Qingshu said just as he pressed his hand. As if three shooting stars, three long swords rushed towards the white-robed old man.

“Senior, be careful!” the five Quanzhen disciples exclaimed in unison. The might of this move made their hearts tremble just from watching. They knew that if they were in the old man’s place, they probably wouldn’t even be able to move under such overwhelming pressure. From the terrifying aura conveyed by the sword sounds, not to mention flesh and blood, even if the three statues of the Three Purities in the hall were hit head-on, they might turn to dust.

Daiqisi’s expression was complicated. The move Song Qingshu displayed was truly astonishing. Her identity was special, and over the years she had seen countless masters. Only the former Yang Dingtian and later Zhang Wuji, along with the Old Man Huo Shan from Persia’s headquarters, could be considered comparable. As for the Treasure Tree King, the Wind Cloud Three Envoys, they probably weren’t even worthy to carry his shoes.

Pucha Qiucao was thoroughly convinced by Song Qingshu today. She thought, luckily her brother wasn’t here. Otherwise, seeing this scene, and thinking about how he had always regarded himself as the number one master of Jin Dynasty over the years, he might have to find a crack to hide in. The depth of Tang Kuo Bian’s plan was truly remarkable. He had kept a low profile for so many years, only to suddenly reveal his strength.

Xiao Longnu’s thoughts were much simpler. She was badly injured, with her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed. But since this battle involved her savior, she mustered her spirit to watch. More often, her gaze shifted to the white-robed old man, filled with suspicion: “This person’s figure is so familiar. I should have seen him somewhere before. But why can’t I remember?”

“Good timing!” the white-robed old man commented leisurely, then extended his hand. He swept his sleeve in front of him, and the three aggressive long swords seemed to be controlled by an irresistible force, all retracted into his sleeve.

Clang clang clang!

A series of crisp sounds echoed as the white-robed old man shook his sleeve, and the three long swords fell to the ground, making a clattering noise.

Everyone looked at those three swords. The previously shimmering blades were now dull, all twisted into a hemp-like mess, lying quietly on the ground, causing exclamations of shock.

Daiqisi looked on worriedly at Song Qingshu’s back. The other side easily took that move. Today, he might be…

Pucha Qiucao also frowned slightly, thinking:

‘Why are there so many masters in the Central Plains wulin? Tang Kuo Bian’s martial skill is so high, and yet the other side also has an unfathomable expert. If later Tang Kuo Bian is at a disadvantage, we can only rely on our three thousand elite soldiers to charge. No matter how skilled the opponent is, they will be chopped into minced meat.’

As for Xiao Longnu, her mind was as tranquil as an ancient well. To her, life and death were irrelevant. Moreover, who wins or loses these two people, they are not her son.

Song Qingshu showed no surprise. If his guess was right, the other person was indeed that person. This move certainly wouldn’t hurt him.

The white-robed old man loudly said: “Boy, your swordsmanship can be called divine, but it’s too showy.”

Song Qingshu shook his head: “That’s just because I’ve met you. Across the entire wulin, the move just now is enough to handle most people.”

The white-robed old man pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: “Indeed, not many in the entire wulin can withstand your previous move.”

Song Qingshu replied: “You’ve already let me go, so you don’t need to be so polite now.”

The white-robed old man smiled slightly: “Good, since you used three swords just now, I will return three fingers to you.” As he spoke, he extended his fingers and pointed three times in the air. Immediately, three powerful, unstoppable currents of Qi surged towards Song Qingshu’s face.