Chapter 42: The Unrivaled Valley of No Sound

  Chapter 42: The Unrivaled Valley of No Sound

  Outside the Zixiao Palace, all the disciples dispersed and left a space in the middle.

  Song Qing Shu and Mo Xiang Yu stood in the center of the square.

  "I also ask for Seventh Master Uncle's guidance!" Song Qing Shu said with a fist and a bow. However, although the words were spoken in this way, not only the Seven Heroes of Wudang but also all the disciples could see that Song Qing Shu wanted to have a real fight with Mo Sheng Gu. The words were spoken solemnly, but there was no sincerity or humility, just a serious tone.

  Song Qingchu wanted to go this time because he wanted to see what was going on with this matter.

  After all, in the original work, there was no such scene. Zhang Cuishan and his wife had already killed themselves at Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet, and the Butterfly Valley massacre also occurred a little later than it does now.

  Now Zhang Cuishan and his wife are not dead, but a mastermind has ambushed them, leaving them seriously injured and their whereabouts unknown, so Song Qingchu wants to go take a look himself.

  Another reason is that Song Qing wants to try out his current martial arts skills, although he thinks he's not inferior to Yin Liu and Mo Qi, but without comparison, he still feels uncertain.

  Before going down the mountain, Song Qing had such a good opportunity, of course, he must grasp it tightly.

  "Fine, let me try you out and see how many catties you're worth now!" Mo Shenggu felt that his dignity was being challenged by Song Qing's dare to challenge him, and he needed to teach Song a lesson to make him know that he wasn't easy to mess with either.

  "Then let's get started." Song Qing Shu said calmly, ignoring Mo Sheng Gu's words.

  "Well then, make your move." Although he wanted to teach Song Qing a lesson, after all, he was the junior master and should let Song Qing make the first move.

  "Good." Song Qing didn't decline, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and with a lift of his right hand, the three-foot green sword had already slashed over.

  "Great job!"

  Song Qing Shu had already made his move, and Mo Sheng Gu also drew his sword. A flash of brilliant sword light flew up, galloping across the sky.

  Ding! Ding!

  A flash of sword light, a green and white light intersected suddenly, then separated again.

  "Soft Cloud Sword Technique." Song Qingxue only took one glance and saw that Mo Shenggu's move was indeed the Soft Cloud Sword Technique.

  Song Qing also practiced this swordsmanship and knew that it was soft yet strong, light and agile, with a powerful true strength hidden within.

  For this sword technique, the best way is to break it with force. However, Song Qingxue didn't learn the heavy sword technique, and his internal strength was even weaker than Mo Shenggu's, so wanting to use this method was clearly impossible.

  However, Song Qingyu still had another method, that was Fast Sword. It was said to be unbeatable in the world, able to destroy any defense, and only speed could break it.

  Song Qing's wrist shook, and the sword light surged violently. Like a mighty river rushing forward with a loud roar, it swept past in an overwhelming manner. One sword strike followed another, relentless and continuous, layer upon layer, intent on destroying Mo Sheng Valley.

  "What." Seeing Song Qing's sword speed suddenly surge, Mo Sheng Gu couldn't help but be greatly shocked. Without time to think much, the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen were drawn out in response.

  The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate specialize in attacking the wrist's Divine Gate acupoint. It was originally used by Yin Liting when fighting against the Five Phoenix Knives. The founder of the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng, created it. There are thirteen moves in total, each with a different style, but all target the enemy's wrist's Divine Gate acupoint. The Divine Gate acupoint is located at the end of the pisiform bone on the back of the hand. Once an opponent is stabbed there, their hand will lose all strength. In the original story, Wudang's six heroes, Yin Liting, used this sword to effortlessly make over a dozen people from the Sanjiang gang drop their swords.

  For the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen, Song Qingshu was also not daring to be careless. This sword technique, anger turned into a sword, directly stabbing Shenmen, thirteen swords as fast as one sword. After use, it can launch a swift and unparalleled strike on the target.

  However, it is clear that Mo Sheng Gu has not practiced this swordsmanship to perfection, and the speed of his sword is also inferior to Song Qing Shu.

  Soon, Song Qing Shu used his quick sword to disrupt his rhythm. Taking advantage of Mo Sheng Gu's momentary distraction, he changed his sword move and launched the Whirling Finger Soft Sword Technique, entwining Mo Sheng Gu's sword with a twist and then flinging it away.

  The sword in Mo Sheng's hand flew out of his control and stabbed into a nearby stone wall.

  "This kid's swordsmanship is actually so formidable, I previously thought he was arrogant, but it turns out I was wrong, indeed one can't be too careful, how dare to go up to Liangshan." Although Mo Shenggu was reluctant to admit it, he also knew that he had lost to Song Qingchu in terms of swordsmanship.

  "He's skilled with a sword, but that doesn't mean he's strong in other areas, especially internal strength. Earlier, I was using my weakness to attack his strength!" Mo Shenggu thought to himself and suddenly used the Tiger Claw technique.

  "What incredible speed!" The Wudang Seven Heroes, who were watching from the side, were shocked and their mouths were agape. They had not expected Song Qingxue's swordsmanship to be so fast that even if they themselves went up, they would probably only be able to resist with their deep internal energy, just like Mo Shenggu now.

  "Good kid, I was wondering why he's so confident. Now I see." Yin Litian couldn't help but exclaim as she saw Song Qingshu knock Mo Shenggu's sword flying, "Just based on this one move, I'm not his match."

  "It's just a clever trick." Song Yuanqiao saw this scene and was delighted with Song Qingchu's progress, but his mouth still said lightly.

  The others didn't say a word, but exchanged knowing glances with each other, all aware of the situation between the father and son.

  In the arena, Song Qing saw Mo Shenggu's tiger claw technique and raised an eyebrow, then suddenly understood.

  The move that Mosheng Valley had demonstrated was not the improved version of Yu Lianzhou's Tiger Claw, but rather Zhang Sanfeng's original Tiger Claw.

  Song Qing Shu's worries were unnecessary, if Mo Sheng Gu dared to use the Tiger Claw on Song Qing Shu, Yu Lian Zhou would probably be the first to not spare him.

  Yu Lianzhou, the second hero of Wudang, thought that Tiger Claw Hand might not be able to capture the enemy with one grab, so he created 12 new moves from scratch. These moves target the enemy's waist and eyes, causing them to suffer internal injuries and become infertile.

  He handed it over to his master. Zhang Sanfeng looked at it and told Yu Lianzhou that every move was meant to harm people, to cut off their descendants, and it was really unforgivable for the reputation of Wudang Sect. Yu Lianzhou felt deeply ashamed after hearing this. If he still dared to use it on Song Qingxue now, hehe......

  Although Mo Shenggu's idea is good, how can Song Qingchu let him have his way?

  Song Qing's sword was faster and faster, to the point where it became second nature, no longer requiring him to analyze or decipher his opponent's moves. It seemed as though he had abandoned all technique, relying solely on instinct. His speed was so overwhelming that it disrupted Mo Shenggu's attack, forcing him to follow his predetermined plan.

  It has come to this point, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mo Sheng Gu has already lost.

  Song Qing's figure flashed, and he split into two shadows, both of which raised their swords and slashed towards Mo Shenggu.

  "Two figures? Not an illusion, can't be distinguished?" Mo Shenggu was taken aback.

  "A flower in the fog!"

  A faint sword light flashed by, and Mo Sheng Gu felt a chill on the back of his neck. Then he found that Song Qing had already placed his sword on himself.

  The outcome is now decided!

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