The sword and Sword Qi were like a painter splashing ink onto the ground.
The Sword Qi was so strong that before Song Nianqing's second sword could get close, it had already been crushed into powder. Song Nianqing did not retreat but advanced instead. His feet were only a few inches off the ground, and he advanced more than ten feet. When he stopped, he twisted his toes, and the new pair of plain green cloth shoes slid on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt. His left hand held the sword behind his back, and his right hand held the sword in front of his chest. He then pointed downwards, and the tip of the sword went from downwards to upwards, pressing against the bottom of the Sword Qi. The sword in Song Nianqing's hand gradually bent, and bit by bit, he changed into the Collapsing Sword Style. The tip of the sword was not higher than his head, and with a light shout, he actually flicked the condensed Sword Force over his head, landing on the street and creating a bottomless pit. The Sword Pool Sect Master's sword did not straighten, and maintained a slightly bent Collapsing Sword Style. He let go of the sword, and before the sword fell, the tip of his left hand collided with the middle of the sword that was hovering in the air. There was a clang, like the sudden sound of a temple's morning bell, melodious and loud. Luo Yang moved forward at a moderate pace, and with a casual wave of her arm, she blocked the Sword Qi that came from the collision of the swords. Song Nianqing quickly changed from a straight collision to a horizontal one, and the second sound was like the evening drum, extremely dull. Striking the morning bell, striking the night drum, the sound of the drum kills, the bell absorbs the soul. Song Nianqing had secretly entered the Jianghu 20 years ago, and when he was traveling, he stayed in a nameless ancient temple and learned it after hearing the morning bell and evening drum. Song Nianqing repeated the boring collision without stopping, and in an instant, he had struck it 108 times. Luo Yang continued to move forward, and in the end, she was even stingy with raising her hand. There were continuous explosions in front of her, and everywhere she passed, the sound of the bell, drum, and sword would destroy everything. The original meaning was to sound the drum and listen to the sound, and to return quickly, and not violate the rules.
But since Luo Yang could kill her way through Beimang alone twice, what was a small noise of the bell, drum, and sword Qi?
Song Nianqing's two swords finally couldn't withstand the force of the collision. The two swords broke and fell to the ground. Song Nianqing didn't turn back to retrieve the swords from the horse's back. Instead, he formed a sword seal that resembled both Buddha and Dao. Riding the swords out of their sheaths, the three swords left their sheaths one after the other, leaped up from the horseback, like a long rainbow falling on top of Luo Yang's head. Song Nianqing's hair and beard stood on end. His green robe fluttered violently, and his feet sank a foot into the ground. Luo Yang was simply arrogant to the point of being unreasonable. With her hands behind her back, she stomped on the ground, shattering the bluestone slabs and sending the gravel flying. It was exactly the same as the first battle with Đồng Thái in Dunhuang City. However, at that time, she stomped on the ground, shaking up thousands of raindrops to form a thousand white swords. Every time a sword pierced towards her, it would be deflected by a stone a few feet away. In the thirty steps that Luo Yang had taken, the three swords had already returned without any results more than sixty times. The tips of the swords had long been broken, and the distance between her and Song Nianqing had shortened to less than ten feet.
Song Nianqing pressed his hands down, and the three swords that were half of their original length pierced towards Luo Yang at the same time, making a final struggle. Luo Yang brushed her hand and casually grasped the three flying swords that were like arrows at the end of their flight. She continued to move forward slowly. However, unlike the first sword that was crushed by her on the spot, the three swords didn't lose their vitality in her hand. Instead, the sword qi grew like bamboo shoots after the rain, thriving and thriving. Luo Yang looked down as she walked slowly. Even though she sensed the scene of a snake devouring an elephant in her hand, she didn't have any response. The sword qi of the three swords took root in her palm. Song Nianqing squinted his eyes and snapped his fingers. That old horse was familiar with its owner's habits. It trod lightly on its hooves and came to the side of the elderly man.
Song Nianqing took out the only sword with a sword tassel among the fourteen swords. The sword's body was as clear as a mirror, which was why it was named Zhao Dan. Back when he ascended Martial Thearch City with the twelve swords, Song Nianqing was just a rookie of the Sword Forest that had just entered the pugilistic world. Wang Xianzhi was already recognized as the world's number one. However, when did Song Nianqing take a step back? The Zhao Dan in his hand was the first sword that Song Nianqing had personally forged after going into seclusion. Every swordsman was a swordsmith. They had to forge their own swords in the sword furnace. Although the Sword Pool had millions of swords, they were only used to remember and remember the ancestors. Ever since Song Nianqing, the Sword Pool didn't allow any of the sect's juniors to revere the past and belittle the present. This was why many visitors to the Sword Dao all sighed that "the Sword Pool no longer has any ancient swords." With the Zhao Dan in his hand, Song Nianqing's heroic spirit was overflowing. His sword heart was even clearer. The white-clothed woman walked forward step by step. It seemed like she didn't take the initiative to make a move. She was forced by the situation. However, Song Nianqing wasn't relaxed. She didn't stop at each step. The more leisurely she walked, the greater the disturbance it caused to Song Nianqing's mental state. Song Nianqing didn't take any other swords and only took the Zhao Dan. Wasn't this a sign that he valued that woman?
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