Chapter 671: Two Experts Join Forces
Song Qingshu rolled away as he landed, feeling two long objects sweep past his face, no more than half a foot away. They moved with incredible speed yet without generating any gust of wind. Given his current level of martial prowess, he instantly recognized the two long objects—they were black cords.
‘Could this be the Vajra Evil Subduing Ring that beat Zhang Wuji like a dog at the Lion-Slaying Assembly?’
Just as the thought crossed Song Qingshu’s mind, another black cord shot toward his chest. This cord transformed into a straight weapon, resembling a spear or a staff, thrusting forward with astonishing speed. Simultaneously, two more cords coiled toward him from behind.
Song Qingshu flipped his left hand, pinching the cord aimed at his chest between two fingers. With a chuckle, he said, “Let me show you what Eagle’s Divine Finger is!” Just as he was about to exert force to snap the cord, he suddenly felt it tremble. A wave of overwhelming internal energy surged toward his chest. His expression changed slightly—if he took the hit head-on, even with his protective martial arts, his ribs would still break, and his internal organs would suffer severe damage.
In that split-second, he swung his right hand backward, deflecting the two black cords coming from behind. At the same time, he pressed down on the cord he was holding with his left hand, borrowing its force to propel himself upward like a swallow. With a sharp swish, he shot straight into the sky.
“Hmm?” Three low murmurs emerged from the darkness. It was unclear whether they were marveling at his martial prowess or his exceptional Qinggong.
The three figures did not hesitate for long. In an instant, the black cords shot upward like three inky dragons, attacking from three directions. In the pitch-dark night, the cords, completely black and devoid of any reflection, moved without leaving any trace.
Had Song Qingshu not already reached the state of returning to simplicity, he would have met his end right there. Even in the dark, he could see as clearly as if it were daylight. Otherwise, he would have been unable to avoid this unseen and deadly attack.
The black cords moved in absolute silence, a testament to the incredible purity of their wielders’ internal energy. Their mastery had reached a realm of self-reflection and seamless flow, leaving no openings. Any ordinary expert in Song Qingshu’s position would be unable to perceive the incoming attacks, let alone counter them. These three cords appeared slow yet moved with terrifying speed, producing no sound. They weaved through the darkness like ghosts, exuding an eerie and unpredictable presence.