The sword and sword energy seem to be sprinkled by a painter with freehand ink.
The sword energy was so strong that Song Nianqing's second sword had already been crushed to powder before it was close. Song Nianqing did not retreat but advanced, the soles of his feet were only a few inches off the ground, and he walked forward for more than a foot. After stopping his figure, the toes of his feet twisted, and the soles of the brand-new blue plain shoes slid on the ground, bringing up a burst of mud. After the sword was held, the right hand held the sword in front of the chest first, and then pointed down a little. With a little bit of force, he turned into a sword-collapsing style, the tip of the sword was not too high, and with a light drink, he actually picked up the condensed sword gang over his head and fell back onto the street, smashing a bottomless hole. Big pit. However, the sword of Sect Master Jianchi was not straightened, and kept a slightly bent posture of collapsing the sword. He let go of the sword, and before the long sword fell, the tip of the sword in his left hand hit the middle of the long sword hovering in the air, clanging, Like a temple morning bell ringing suddenly, melodious and loud, Luoyang moved forward without haste, stretched out his arms and waved casually, blocking the ray of sword energy coming from the sword and sword, Song Nianqing quickly turned straight into a horizontal Knock, the second sound is like an evening drum, extremely dull. To strike the bell in the morning and to beat the drum at night, the sound of the drum kills the soul, the two-handed sword is Song Nianqing who quietly stepped into the rivers and lakes 20 years ago, stayed in an unknown ancient temple when he traveled around, and realized it after hearing the morning bell and evening drum. Song Nianqing repeated the tedious banging without stopping, one hundred and eight times in an instant. Luo Yang kept going straight forward, until she was stingy even raising her hands, and there were continuous bangs and cracks in front of her, and everything she passed was destroyed by the sound of bells, drums and swords. Originally, it meant to send out the drums and listen to the sound, and return quickly, without breaking the ban.
But since Luoyang can kill through Beimang alone twice, what is the little noisy sound of bells, drums and swords
Song Nianqing's two swords finally couldn't bear the impact of the thousand-junk force, the two swords broke and fell to the ground, Song Nianqing did not turn around to take the sword from the horse's back, but pinched the sword formula, and the handprinted sword formula was like Buddha and Tao. The control sword was unsheathed, and the three long swords were unsheathed one by one, jumping up from the horse's back one after another, like a long rainbow falling on Luoyang's head. Song Nianqing's beard and hair were all stretched out, the sleeves of his blue shirt fluttered violently, and his feet sank a foot into the ground. Luoyang was so defiant to the point of being unreasonable, with his hands behind his back, he stepped on it, smashing the bluestone slab, and the gravel stirred up. Tens of thousands of drops of rainwater make the Thousand White Sword, and every time a sword strikes her head-on, it is deflected by a stone bullet a few feet away from her. Within thirty steps of Luoyang, the three swords have returned without success by sixty. More times, the tip of the sword has already broken, and the distance between her and Song Nianqing has been shortened to less than ten feet.
Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and the three sharp swords, which were only half the length of the original, stabbed at Luoyang at the same time, doing the dying struggle. It’s just that it’s different from the first sword that she crushed the embryo of the sword on the spot, the three swords in her palm not only didn’t lose their vitality, but the sword energy sprouted like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and thrived. , and there was no response, the Three Swords Sword Qi sprouted and took root in her palm, Song Nianqing squinted her eyes, snapped her fingers, the old horse was familiar with its owner's habits, stepped lightly on its hooves, and came to the elderly man.
Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a tassel hanging from the fourteen swords. The blade was as clear as a mirror, so it was named Zhaodan. Back then when he took the twelve swords to the Wudi City, Song Nianqing was just a rookie who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and Wang Xianzhi was already recognized as the number one person in the world, but why did Song Nianqing take half a step back? The sword in his hand is the first sword that Song Nianqing personally forged after retreating. Every swordsman is a swordsmith and has to forge swords in the sword furnace to make sabers. Although there are tens of thousands of swords in the sword pool, But that was just to commemorate the ancestors and remember the predecessors. Since Song Nianqing, Jianchi has not allowed any younger generation of the sect to worship the past and demote the present. That's why many kendo visitors unanimously expressed the feeling that "Jianchi has no ancient swords now". With courage in hand, Song Nianqing was full of arrogance, and the heart of the sword became clearer and clearer. The woman in white walked forward step by step, she didn't seem to take the initiative to make a move, it was due to the situation, but Song Nianqing was not at ease, she kept walking, the more leisurely she walked, the greater the disturbance to Song Nianqing's state of mind However, Song Nianqing did not take the sword, but took off the gallbladder alone, so it was not silently paying attention to the woman.
When Song Nianqing was gaining momentum, he looked at the woman of unknown origin. The three rainbow swords hung in the air earlier were named Tianshi, Lirenhe, and they were specially used to target mysterious and even astronomical masters. , the more frustrated the more courageous. Song Nianqing casts a sword every time he understands a move. Over the years, he has worked tirelessly to forge and raise swords. He has poured a lot of effort into each of the fourteen swords, supplemented by original sword moves, all of which are well-deserved "new swords" , it can be said that it is truly unprecedented, if the opponents in the same situation take it lightly, they will definitely suffer a big loss. Song Nianqing originally hoped to cultivate twenty swords in this life, and then leave the final battle to Deng Tai'a or Wang Xianzhi, but the emperor's order was hard to break, so she had to break through the gate and walk out of the rivers and lakes with the sword in Qingshan, but at first she didn't think that the prince of Beiliang If you can bear fourteen swords, if you have five or six swords, the overall situation is almost settled.
Song Nianqing's eyes widened suddenly.
"The right time, the right place, and the right people, why not give it all to you?"
The woman in white sneered, and poured her energy into the three swords like a flood. The purple, yellow, and white sword energy in the palm of her hand was as thick as an arm lingering crazily. But once you are alive, you will be extremely happy and sad.
The three shocking sword qi disappeared immediately.
Song Nianqing exclaimed: "What a celestial realm, so good!"
The distance between the two was only seven or eight zhang, and instead of being angry, Sect Master Jianchi smiled, closed his eyes, put his two fingers together and wiped lightly on the Zhaodan sword lying across his chest, and muttered to himself: "Old brother, let's go!" The death of Seven Swords in front of you is not an injustice."
Luo Yang clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Dongyue Jianchi has hundreds of years of experience, is this a little bit of knowledge?"
Song Nianqing didn't open his eyes, and said with a casual smile: "Let's see the old man holding a lamp to look at the country with courage."
The old man in green shirt handed out the sword, and the next scene was far from earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. In the eyes of laymen, they would only think it was ridiculous, just like a child who just started practicing swords, and can't quite lift the heavy sword in his hand. Reluctantly holding the sword, he staggered and walked, his steps were chaotic, and the sword was twisted. Although the body shape and sword moves were chaotic, the speed was extremely fast, and the distance of seven or eight zhang was reduced to a short distance of two swords in the blink of an eye. When people in the world practice swords, the famous masters of the seniors will tell them earnestly not to be controlled by the sword. Such swordsmanship will not be successful. Song Nianqing, who was already counted as one of the few great masters of swordsmanship, did the opposite, people followed the sword, without the majestic sword force of the bullfighting bullfight, without the majestic sword intent, just like this, he came crookedly in front of Luoyang.
Luo Yang frowned and patted it with one hand.
Song Nianqing was dragged by the Zhaodan sword, and unexpectedly dodged Luoyang's slap, and the sword pointed at her shoulder. For the first time, Luoyang left the straight line of the central axis of the street, took a step horizontally, pinched the tip of Zhaodan sword with two fingers, and before Luoyang's overlapping force, the tip of the sword twisted, Song Nianqing spun along with it, and a gorgeous sword flower bloomed , Luoyang flicked his fingers, but Song Nianqing withdrew his sword again, and circled half a circle upside down, facing Luoyang's back with a sword. It was clearly lost, but the sword energy exploded at the place where Luoyang fell like a firecracker. Luoyang's feet took root all the time, but when he turned his body to the left, he managed to avoid the cloud of sword energy from the antelope's horns, but Song Nianqing gained power Not forgiving, the long sword shone boldly and savagely entangled. For a moment, the two of them were surrounded by sword energy, as if the clouds were steaming, which made people dizzy.
Luoyang finally took a step forward, and Song Nianqing's bravery and sword aura began to show. The ground of the street and the buildings on both sides of the street were smashed into pieces, and the hustle and bustle was everywhere.
Luoyang stopped and walked, letting the majestic sword energy rage, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no trace, but in fact it follows the dragon veins of the world, and it can be regarded as touching the threshold of the celestial phenomenon."
The two restored Luoyang according to the Northern Song Nianqing's position in the South.
This female devil in white who disturbed the two rivers and lakes of Beimang and Liyang clenched her neck with one hand and stabbed her sword. Song Nianqing suddenly opened her eyes and stared, shouted angrily, and stepped forward with one step. The tip of the sword advanced three feet, and Luoyang retreated calmly. With one small step, the tip of the sword was no more than two feet away from her neck. The abundant qi coming out of the sword blew up her temples, and the two strands of black hair fluttered backwards, and the cuffs of the sword rattled. Without the slightest panic, Luo Yang ignored the blood flowing from his palm, looked straight at Song Nianqing, and said with a smile, "Where are there so many accusations of killing the sky, get out!"
Luo Yang clenched the edge of the sword tightly and pushed it back. Song Nianqing, who refused to give up the sword, was hit in the heart by the hilt of the sword. Luo Yang seemed annoyed at his ignorance, and kicked the old man in green shirt hard on the chest.
The cloth shoes were worn thin by the ground, Song Nianqing's sword was almost level with his feet off the ground, and he pushed the tip of the sword to the woman's neck in white to a distance of two feet.
"Let you push your limits."
Luo Yang actually took the tip of the sword and moved it closer to his neck, sneered at the corner of his mouth, then raised his palm and patted it, and cut off the gallbladder of the long sword with his palm.
Now that the sword was broken, Song Nianqing had no choice but to retreat.
Luo Yang didn't even bother to beat the dog in the water, and threw half of the sword casually, letting Song Nianqing return to the old horse with the sword on it.
Song Nianqing was hit in the heart by the hilt of the sword, and was kicked, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he tried his best to calm his breath.
The old man looked puzzled.
If it's against Wang Xianzhi who is number one in the world, it's fine for him to be so embarrassed. How can a young woman who is unknown in the Jianghu be so overbearing
Or is it that I am too ignorant
What the woman in white said next really made Song Nianqing uncontrollably angry. The old man who occupies a place in the whole world of swordsmanship can't be calm no matter how good he is at nourishing his qi.
"I will teach you how to use a sword."