I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Song Qingshu looked at the Sword of the Heavenly Sword. This was the second time that the Emei Sect had lost it. Since Master Miejue could not protect it, he might as well take it back to Huashan.

"Young Master Song, my master has ordered me to chop off both of your arms."

Ah Da spoke slowly and leisurely, looking half dead, without showing any sign of being a master.

Yang Xiao saw that his figure seemed familiar. He thought carefully whether there had been such a person in the martial arts world. Suddenly, a name came to his mind. He asked in surprise, "Are you the leader of the four great elders of the Beggars' Sect, the Eight-Armed Sword Master Fang Dongbai?"

Ah Da's background was exposed, but he didn't even blink, he just sighed and said, "I am Ah Da, the Beggars' Sect elders and Fang Dongbai are all dead."

Everyone saw that he spoke lightly, but no one dared to underestimate him anymore. When Fang Dongbai became famous in the martial arts world, his swordsmanship was no less than that of Master Miejue of the Emei Sect. Now that he had the Sword of the Heavenly Sword in his hand, he was even more powerful.

Yang Xiao, Song Yuanqiao and others had already guessed that Zhao Min worked for the court, but what kind of noble status did she have to be able to recruit so many masters to work for her?

"Qingshu, it's a good opportunity to try out our Wudang sect's Tai Chi swordsmanship again."

Song Qingshu originally planned to use the method he used against Master Miejue, to use force to defeat skill, and deal with Fang Dongbai as quickly as possible. However, he did not expect that the master would call out the Tai Chi sword technique first.

The old man lived to be 110 years old. Although his disciples were close to him, no one could talk to him freely about the past and present.

Now that he unexpectedly has Song Qingshu, who is to some extent an elder and to some extent a junior, Zhang Laodao seems to be in a mood to watch the fun and join in the fun.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have told him in advance that night that I would challenge him to sword fight four times in the future.

"Yes, Master."

Song Qingshu had no choice but to nod and agree, then drew his sword. It must be said that a hundred years ago, when his internal strength was not yet at its peak, he would still think of using all kinds of exquisite moves to make up for the shortcomings.

But now his internal strength is unrivaled in the whole world, except for Old Zhang Sanfeng and Young Zhang Wuji, the rest can only look up to him, so he always wants to use his mighty power to fly bricks and crush him by force.

And through the tragic defeat of Er and San just now, with Fang Dongbai's vision, he could naturally roughly see the depth of Song Qingshu's skills.

Trying to compete in internal strength would be courting death. He could only use the sharpness of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword and the speed of his own swordsmanship to force him to reveal his flaws.

"There is a blasphemy!"

Fang Dongbai was the first to draw his sword. A dragon roar was heard where the green light flashed. In the blink of an eye, he launched seven or eight attacks. Apart from his incredibly fast speed, as if he had grown several arms out of thin air, he didn't even repeat any of his moves.

Each move he made was a different set of sword techniques with extreme changes. It was impossible to guess what his next move would be, and naturally there was no way to deal with it. He lived up to the name of "Eight-Armed Divine Sword".

Looking at Song Qingshu again, he used the sword spirit of Tai Chi swordsmanship to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing situations. Whenever the two swords met, he would use diagonal and horizontal attacks to prevent the opponent from using real strength. Therefore, although there were damages on the sword body, it was never cut off.

The two men, one in white and one in blue, shone coldly under the illumination of the torches and candles in the hall. The bursting of sword energy caused a constant hissing sound. Even the guards behind Zhao Min took a few steps forward, fearing that their master would be accidentally injured.

"If we only use Tai Chi swordsmanship to win, maybe Master Zhang will be outshined."

Although the situation on the field seemed evenly matched at this time, only Zhang Sanfeng could see that Song Qingshu was sure to win.

One is prosperous, two is declining, and three is exhausted. There is absolutely no infinite magical use of Tai Chi where one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and so on and so forth.

However, Song Qingshu did not intend to drag the fight on. Rather than fighting with Ah Da, it was more like a battle of wits and strength with Zhang Sanfeng. Therefore, when the two swords clashed again, he deliberately used his bluntness to block the enemy's sharpness. Dongfang Bai naturally would not miss this opportunity. He turned the Yitian Sword slightly and cut off the sword head that was delivered to his door.

But Song Qingshu immediately used his internal energy to shatter the remaining sword body into pieces, reducing the force on the Sword of the Heavenly Sword to the minimum, and then clamped the tip of the Sword of the Heavenly Sword with his left index and middle fingers.

"Zheng!"

As long as the sword is there, the person is alive. If the sword is lost, the person is dead. Fang Dongbai didn't care about anything else and used both hands to grab the sword.

However, he was still a step too late. With a sound like the breaking of a guqin string, Song Qingshu's right index finger had already flicked on the blade of the Yitian Sword. With the surge of his internal force, it was like a rock thrown into a deep lake, causing countless ripples.

Although Fang Dongbai was determined to protect the sword, he was ultimately no match for the overwhelming force that flowed along his arm and into his heart. He saw the knuckles of his right hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, crack, and his five fingers were also shaken apart. He could only watch as the sword fell into the opponent's hands.

"This Heavenly Sword was not originally Miss Zhao's, so it's better to return it to its original owner."

Song Qingshu flicked his wrist and put the Heavenly Sword behind his back. Fang Dongbai knew that there was no chance of getting the sword back, so he turned around and apologized to Zhao Min, "Master, I failed to protect the sword well, and I am willing to die to apologize!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Dongbai wiped the scabbard in his left hand towards his throat. The scabbard of the Yitian Sword was extraordinary, and its sharpness was far superior to that of ordinary swords.

But Zhao Min seemed to have expected this. She tapped the scabbard with her folding fan, took it and said coldly, "I still have a use for your life. Step aside."

After saying this, Zhao Min ignored Fang Dongbai and walked forward with her head held high, looking directly at Song Qingshu and said, "Since ancient times, swords have been paired with heroes. If you want the Heavenly Sword, just ask. Why do you have to lower yourself and snatch it from my servant?"

Song Qingshu saw that she was delicate yet heroic, and gorgeous yet heroic. He had a vague feeling that she was competing with him, but he was not completely sure.

"Miss Zhao, there's no need to argue. You stole the Heavenly Sword."

Zhao Min is the daughter of Prince Ruyang. Although she is a girl, her thoughts and wishes are to help her father achieve great things.

With the help of Cheng Kun, she instigated the six major sects to besiege Guangmingding, and then reaped the benefits. At this time, the masters of the four sects, Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun and Kongtong, had all been captured alive.

The only miscalculation was about Song Qingshu, whom he had never noticed.

"Young Master Song not only has unfathomable martial arts skills, but his ability to thief cry thief is also first-rate."

Zhao Min placed the scabbard of the Heavenly Sword across her chest, raised her jade-like chin and said provocatively: "In that case, why don't you take the scabbard from me as well?"

Seeing that she was still thinking about turning defeat into victory, Song Qingshu couldn't help but admire her. If he guessed correctly, the two Xuanming Elders were standing by behind her.

Zhao Min did not hesitate to use herself as bait to lure Song Qingshu into the trap. This scheming should not be underestimated.

"Miss Zhao."

Zhang Wuji on the side stepped forward and stood side by side with Song Qingshu. He was still thinking about the Black Jade Ointment and was worried that the quarrel between the two would become more and more tense, and it would be even more impossible for Zhao Min to keep the medicine.

"Please leave the Black Jade Ointment. Today's matter ends here." (End of this chapter)