The sword and sword aura seem to be sprinkled by the painter with a large hand.
The sword qi was so strong that Song Nianqing's second sword had already been crushed into powder before it was approaching.
Song Nianqing did not retreat but advanced, the soles of his feet were only a few inches from the ground, and he moved forward more than a foot in pieces, and after stopping his body, he twisted his toes, and the soles of the new green cloth shoes slid on the ground with a burst of mud, and after a sword in his left hand, his right hand first held the sword in front of his chest, and then turned a little downward, and the tip of the sword changed from downward to lifted, and the sword was against the bottom of the sword qi, the long sword in Song Nianqing's hand gradually bent, and little by little it turned into a broken sword style, the tip of the sword was not too high, and he shouted softly, and it was actually the condensed sword gang that crossed the head and picked it down, fell on the street, smashed a bottomless pit.
And the sword of the sect master of the sword pool did not straighten, always maintained a slightly curved sword collapse posture, let go of the sword, did not wait for the long sword to fall, the tip of the left hand sword hit the middle of the long sword hovering in the air, sonorous, like a sudden ring of the temple morning bell, melodious and loud, Luoyang did not hurry forward, stretched out his arm and waved his hand, blocking the wisp of sword qi from the sword knock, Song Nianqing quickly turned straight into a horizontal knock, the second sound was like a twilight drum, extremely dull.
Towards hitting the bell and hitting the drum at night, the drum kills the bell and the soul, these two swords, it is Song Nianqing who quietly stepped into the rivers and lakes 20 years ago, and stayed in an unknown ancient temple when he traveled to the Quartet.
Song Nianqing repeated the boring knocking, without stopping, and it was one hundred and eight strokes in an instant.
Luoyang always went straight forward, and then he was stingy with even raising his hand, and there was a continuous banging sound in front of her, and everywhere she passed, she was ruined by the sound of bells, drums and swords.
Originally, it meant to sound the drums and listen to the sound, and when you return quickly, you must not violate the ban.
But since Luoyang can kill Beimang alone twice, the little noisy bell drum sword qi is nothing Song Nianqing's double swords finally couldn't stand the collision of thousands of pounds, the double swords broke and fell to the ground, Song Nianqing did not turn around to take the sword from the horse, but pinched the sword trick, and the handprint sword trick was like a Buddha.
The sword was unsheathed, and the three long swords were unsheathed in turn, jumping up from the horseback, like a long rainbow falling on top of Luoyang's head.
Song Nianqing's hair was all open, the big sleeves of her green shirt fluttered violently, and her feet sank into the ground one foot.
Luoyang is simply no one in the eyes to the point of unreasonableness, both hands back, one foot down, stepping on the bluestone slab, the gravel is excited, and Dunhuang City Deng Tai'a first hand in the first hand of the battle, but at that time it was stepping on the ground, shaking the rain and water droplets to make a thousand white swords, whenever a sword stabbed head-on, she was deflected by a stone bullet a few feet away, Luoyang between thirty steps, the three swords have been in vain more than sixty times, the tip of the sword has long been broken, and the distance between her and Song Nianqing has been shortened to less than ten zhang.
Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and the three sharp swords with only half the original length stabbed at Luoyang at the same time, doing the dying struggle, Luoyang brushed it with one hand, and lightly held the three flying swords at the end of the strong crossbow in the palm of his hand, and continued to move forward slowly, but it was different from the first sword that was crushed by her on the spot, the three swords in her palm not only did not cut off her anger, but the sword qi sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, thriving, Luoyang looked down when he slowed down, even if he noticed the scene of the snake swallowing the elephant in his palm, there was no response, the three swords sword qi sprouted and took root in her palm, Song Nianqing squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers, the old horse was familiar with the habits of his master, stepped on the horse's hooves, and came to the old man's side.
Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a sword spike hanging on the fourteen swords, and the sword body was as clear as a mirror, so he named it Zhaogu.
When he took twelve swords to the Wudi City, Song Nianqing was just a rookie in the sword forest who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and Wang Xianzhi was recognized as the first person in the world, but Song Nianqing was He Zeng took half a step back and took a sword in his hand, which was the first sword cast by Song Nianqing after the retreat, every swordsman is a swordsmith, and he has to cast a sword in the sword furnace to make a sword, although the sword pool accumulates tens of millions of swords, but it is only used to remember the ancestors and remember the predecessors.
This is why many kendo visitors invariably expressed the emotion that "there is no ancient sword in the sword pool now".
Song Nianqing was bold in his hands, full of pride, and his sword heart became clearer and clearer.
The woman in white walked forward step by step, it seemed that she had never taken the initiative to make a move, she was forced by the situation, but Song Nianqing's heart was not easy, her steps did not stop, the more she walked, the greater the disturbance to Song Nianqing's mood.
When Song Nianqing was gathering momentum, he looked at the woman of unknown origin, and the three swords that were hung in the air were named after the heavens, places, and people, which were specially used to target the Xuan and even the masters of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm.
Song Nianqing casts a sword every time he realizes a move, these years of casting swords and raising swords are diligent and unremitting, fourteen swords, each sword has poured a lot of effort, supplemented by original sword moves, are well-deserved freshly baked "new swords", it can really be said to be unprecedented, if the opponent in the same realm takes it lightly, it will definitely suffer a big loss.
Song Nianqing originally hoped to raise twenty swords in this life, and then leave the last battle to Deng Tai'a or Wang Xianzhi, but the emperor's order was difficult to disobey, so he had to break through the barrier, and the green shirt walked the rivers and lakes with the sword, but at first he didn't think that the Beiliang prince could afford fourteen swords, and there were five or six swords, and the overall situation was almost decided.
Song Nianqing's eyes widened suddenly.
"The right time, place and people, so what's the matter with you" The woman in white sneered, the qi was like a flood pouring into the three swords, and the purple, yellow and white three-color sword qi as thick as an arm between the palms of her hands lingered wildly, and the hearty and long roar of the three swords suddenly turned into a wail, and the hungry man was full of food, which was a happy thing, but once he died alive, he was happy and sad.
The three shocking chaotic sword qi suddenly vanished.
Song Nianqing exclaimed: "What a celestial realm, good, good" The two were only seven or eight zhang apart, the Sword Pool Sect Master did not laugh angrily, closed his eyes, put his fingers together and gently wiped them on the Zhao Dan Sword placed across his chest, and muttered to himself: "Old brother, the death of the Seven Swords in front of you is not unjust." ” Luo Yang clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Dongyue Sword Pond has been around for hundreds of years, so this is the way."
Song Nianqing didn't open his eyes, and said with a smile: "Let's look at the old lantern and look at the country." ” The old man in the green shirt handed out the sword, and the next scene was not earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, but in the eyes of the layman, he would only think it was funny and ridiculous, just like a childish child who had just begun to practice swords, he couldn't afford to carry the heavy sword in his hand, and he barely staggered with the sword, his steps were chaotic, and the sword was distorted.
Although the body shape and sword moves are chaotic, the speed is extremely fast, and the distance of seven or eight zhang is reduced to a short distance of two swords in the blink of an eye.
When people practice swords, the famous teachers of the predecessors will tell them not to be controlled by the sword, and that kind of swordsmanship will not become a climate.
Song Nianqing, who has been counted as one of the few great masters of the sword, did the opposite, people followed the sword, there was no magnificent sword gang of angry bullfighting, and there was no great sword intent, so he came to Luoyang crookedly.
Luo Yang frowned and slapped it with one hand.
Song Nianqing was dragged by the sword of Zhaogu, and she actually dodged Luoyang's beat, and the sword blade was raised to her shoulder.
Luoyang left the central axis of the street for the first time, took a step horizontally, pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers, did not wait for Luoyang to stack the force, the tip of the sword twisted, Song Nianqing then spun his body, blooming a brilliant sword flower, Luoyang bounced his fingers, but Song Nianqing withdrew the sword again, turned upside down and circled half a circle, towards Luoyang's back is a sword, Luoyang no longer shot this time, his feet did not move, his body fell backwards, the sword had clearly failed, but the sword qi was like a firecracker in Luoyang's fallen place, Luoyang's feet always took root, but the body turned to the left, It can be dodged by the antelope's horns, but Song Nianqing is unforgiving, the long sword is bold, and for a while, the sword qi around the two of them is vertical and horizontal, like a cloud steaming, which makes people dizzy.
Luoyang finally took a step, and the sword qi in Song Nianqing's hand began to be revealed, and the ground of the street and the buildings on both sides of the street were stirred up countless times, and the hustle and bustle arose.
Luoyang stopped and stopped, letting the majestic sword qi 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 realm." ” The two regained Luoyang's position in the south according to the Northern Song Dynasty.
The white-clothed female devil who disturbed the two rivers and lakes of Beimang and Liyang clenched a sword in one hand, Song Nianqing suddenly opened her eyes and stared, shouted angrily, stepped out, the tip of the sword advanced three feet, Luoyang looked calm and took a small step back, the tip of the sword was only two feet away from her neck.
The abundant qi that came out of the sword blew her temples and two strands of green silk fluttering back, and the cuffs of the sword made a hunting sound.
Luoyang, who was not the slightest bit flustered, ignored the blood flowing in his palms, looked directly at Song Nianqing, and said with a smile: "Where did you come from so many finger killing celestial phenomena, get out" Luoyang clenched the blade of the sword and pushed it back, Song Nianqing, who refused to give up the sword, was smashed in the heart by the hilt of the sword, Luoyang seemed to be annoyed by his ignorance, and kicked the old man in the green shirt in the chest.
The cloth shoes were worn thin by the ground, and Song Nianqing's sword, whose feet were off the ground, was almost flat, and he pushed the tip of the sword to the neck of the woman in white to a distance of two feet.
"I'll let you get an inch."
Luo Yang actually grabbed the tip of the sword and moved it closer to his neck, the corner of his mouth sneered, and then raised his palm and slapped it, directly cutting off the long sword with his palm.
Since the sword was broken, Song Nianqing had to retreat.
Luoyang didn't bother to beat the water dog at all, and casually threw away half of the sword, allowing Song Nianqing to sweep back to the vicinity of the old horse with the sword.
Song Nianqing was knocked on the heart by the hilt of the sword, and was kicked by a kick, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and he tried his best to stabilize his qi.
The old man looked incredulous.
If it is against Wang Xianzhi, who is the number one in the world, it is just that he is so embarrassed, how can a young woman who is not well-known in the rivers and lakes be so domineering Or is he too lonely?
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The next sentence of the woman in white really made Song Nianqing couldn't help but be angry, no matter how good the old man who occupied a place in the whole world of swordsmanship, he couldn't be calm.
"I'll teach you how to use a sword
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