670 Killing With a Sword
Killing With a Sword

“You want to escape?” Song Qing said disdainfully.

“I’m only taking weapons!” He Chuan turned around and glanced at Song Qing.

Taking weapons? Song Qing was stunned.

The crowd instantly made way and stared at He Chuan in confusion.

He Chuan walked straight to the willow tree and broke the willow branch to weigh it in his hand.

“This is his weapon?”

“What does he want? Using willow branches to fight against a sharp sword?”

“The sword in Young Master Song’s hand is a Yellow Rank Spiritual Treasure. Has He Chuan gone mad?”

The weapons of warriors were divided into two categories: Immortal Treasures and Spiritual Treasures. Each category was divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow.

Even though Song Qing’s sword was only a Yellow Rank Spiritual Treasure, it could contain spiritual energy and was more powerful than ordinary weapons.

Using a willow branch against a Yellow Rank Spiritual Treasure?

He was either crazy or courting death!

“What do you mean?” Song Qing was instantly enraged.

This kind of behavior was not only showing contempt for him but also looking down on him!

Using a willow branch as a weapon to kill him?

“The willow branch is enough to kill you!” He Chuan held the willow branch in his hand and strolled leisurely into the competition venue.

Song Qing swung his sword, creating a few sword flowers.

In an instant, the two figures engaged in a fierce battle. Spiritual energy raged and waves of air surged into the sky.

However, the surrounding crowd discovered that He Chuan had really relied on the willow branch to forcefully block the Yellow Rank Spiritual Treasure in Song Qing’s hand.

When did the willow branches become so tough?

Everyone was dumbfounded. Even the love-struck woman who supported Song Qing fell into a deep silence.

“Today, I’ll let you see my true strength!” Song Qing was even more furious as he suddenly shouted.

The sword in Song Qing’s hand suddenly burst out with soaring spiritual energy. As he slashed out with the sword in his hand, an invisible and sharp sword qi bloomed with dazzling white light and whistled out.

“Sword intent materialization?”

Exclamations came from the crowd.

“Sword intent materialization! Young Master Song Qing had actually comprehended sword intent and was even able to display it!”

“He’s only in the tempering realm, but he’s already comprehended sword intent and can use it. Song Qing’s talent is comparable to He Chuan’s!”

“He Chuan comprehended sword intent at the age of twelve. Song Qing is far inferior to him!”

“So what if he comprehended sword essence at the age of twelve? Isn’t he still trash?”

Sword Dao was one of the thousands of Great Daos on the path of cultivation. It was also the strongest attack overlord among the thousands of Daos.

If he wanted to step onto the path of the sword, he had to comprehend the true meaning of the sword first!

Comprehending sword intent was not far from truly stepping into the path of the sword.

For Song Qing to be able to comprehend sword intent at the ninth level of the body-tempering realm at the age of a weak crown and to unleash a fierce attack, he would definitely be a strong person in the Song family in the future!

Wang Lin’s expression changed and revealed a hint of fear.

Not only was the Song Clan powerful now, but even the younger generation of the Song Clan was stronger than the Wang Clan!

Hearing the exclamations around him, Song Qing couldn’t help but reveal a proud expression.

He enjoyed this feeling the most.

Being pursued by people and causing them to be shocked!

No matter where she went, she was always the brightest star in the crowd.

Back then, he was buried by He Chuan’s brilliance.

Later, he was overshadowed by Eldest Miss Song Ruofeng’s brilliance, which made him rather distressed and unwilling.

Now that He Chuan had fallen, Song Ruofeng had gone far away to study.

It was the day he stood out in the vast Canglan City.

He wanted to let everyone know that he was the number one person in Canglan City!

Moreover, Clan Leader Song Qin had no children.

As long as he maintained his reputation, the position of Clan Leader of the Song Clan would be his.

The premise was that he could kill He Chuan!

“Is it necessary? You haven’t even touched the threshold of the Sword Dao!” He Chuan waved his hand disapprovingly with a strange expression.

Immediately, it attracted the curses and ridicule of countless infatuated girls.

Song Qing didn’t care at all.

He Chuan’s performance today had indeed surprised him.

But so what? Trash was trash after all!

“Slash!” Song Qing’s sword suddenly slashed out.

The sword ienergythat contained sword intent whistled out.

Spiritual energy wrapped around him, and he charged straight at He Chuan!
Seeing this, He Chuan’s face remained calm.

He was the famous Sword Emperor He Chuan who had created countless miracles in the Divine Great Land. He ranked second in the study of the Sword Dao. No one could claim to be the first!

He was also the Lord of the Netherworld, He Chuan, who dominated the various planets!

Although he had to start all over again after reincarnation.

However, he still remembered his research on the Sword Dao and the concept of the sword technique.

In his memory, he had once created the Finger Soft Sword Technique.

Even if he had attained the Sword Emperor Realm, he would still use the most aggressive, sharpest, and most powerful sword technique.

His original sword technique was still engraved in his heart and he had not forgotten it.

Finger Soft Sword Technique seemed weak, but it was actually extremely sharp and natural.

The sword technique was based on beauty and beauty, and it was in line with the mysteries of nature. It adopted the principle of the highest kindness like water.

The sword moves he executed were gentle and sharp, feminine and magical, and endless!

There were only three moves, but it was the strongest killing move that Sword Emperor He Chuan had made a name for himself. It benefited him for the rest of his life in his previous life!

Seeing Song Qing brandishing his sword, He Chuan shook the willow branch in his hand and charged forward.

“The greatest virtue is like water!” The originally soft and drooping willow branch suddenly became straight and firm. It was as if it had really become a sharp sword that pierced out.

There were no fancy sword moves, no sword intent or spiritual energy.

It was a simple stab, but in Song Qing’s eyes, it was as if thousands of willow branches were stabbing him instantly, covering the sky and the earth.

He had nowhere to hide or avoid.

What was even more terrifying was that as the willow branch stabbed out, Song Qing felt as if the sword in his hand had met its natural enemy. It trembled endlessly and gave off a strong sense of retreat. No matter how much he tried to urge it, it would not listen to him.

Even the sword intent that he released started to panic.

Immediately after, the sharp sword intent was in a mess. It directly changed its attack path and instead of advancing, it retreated and actually rushed towards him.

In the eyes of others, it was as if Song Qing was attacking himself!

Song Qing was completely dumbfounded.

Not to mention to reflect the sword intent. Moreover, because the distance was too close and the speed of the sword was too fierce, it was impossible to dodge in time. He could only use his body to withstand the sharp sword intent.

A dull voice came from Song Qing.

The sword intent dissipated instantly, and he withstood it with his physical body. However, the clothes on his chest were completely torn apart, revealing his muscular chest muscles.

Before Song Qing could heave a sigh of relief, he saw a confident smile on He Chuan’s fair and tender face.

Song Qing had a bad feeling.

He was shocked to find that he could not move at all.

It was as if his body was not listening to him. He could only watch helplessly as He Chuan waved the willow branch and stabbed straight at him.

The originally soft willow branch was like a sharp sword as it pierced into his exposed chest and instantly pierced through!

How was this possible?

Song Qing’s eyes widened. He was still in deep shock, but his consciousness was rapidly dissipating.

Soon, his expression became muddled and his eyelids closed heavily.

The chaotic sounds came to an abrupt halt, and the bright light in front of him suddenly turned dark.

Thud!

Song Qing fell to the ground on his back, no longer breathing.

“Song Qing!” Song Qin cried out in alarm, his entire body trembling.

He comforted Wang Lin because the Wang family disciples were too useless. He had shown mercy to He Chuan and let the other take advantage of the situation.

As long as the Song family disciples stepped out, they would definitely be able to kill He Chuan on the spot.