While Song Nianqing was accumulating his power, he looked at the woman of unknown origin. The previous three swords were named Time, Place, and People. They were specially designed to deal with Xuan Qi and even Celestial State masters. They could forcibly absorb Qi and become stronger when faced with a strong opponent. Every time Song Nianqing comprehended a move, he would forge a new sword. He had been diligent in forging and nurturing swords all these years. He had poured a lot of effort into each of the 14 swords, complemented by original sword moves. They were all worthy of being called "new swords". They were truly unprecedented. If an opponent of the same state underestimated him, he would definitely suffer a great loss. Song Nianqing had originally hoped to nurture 20 swords in his life and leave the final battle to Đồng Thái or Wang Xianzhi. However, he could not disobey the emperor's order. He had to break out of seclusion and wander the Jianghu in a green robe with swords. However, he did not think that the Crown Prince of Beiliang could bear the 14 swords.
Song Nianqing suddenly widened his eyes.
"Time, Place, and People. What's the harm in giving them all to you?"
The woman in white sneered. Her Qi poured into the three swords like a flood. The purple, yellow, and white Sword Qi, as thick as an arm, circled wildly in her palms. The three swords suddenly cried out. It was a happy thing for a hungry man to eat his fill. However, if he died from eating too much, it would be a tragedy.
The three shockingly chaotic Sword Qis instantly vanished into thin air.
Song Nianqing exclaimed, "What a Celestial State. Good, good, good!"
The two were only seventy or eighty feet apart. Instead of being angry, the Sword Pool Sect Master smiled. He closed his eyes and gently touched the Sword of Courage in front of his chest with two fingers. He muttered to himself, "Old brother, the Seven Swords who walked in front of you didn't die in vain."
Luo Yang clapped her hands and laughed, "Dongyue Sword Pool has hundreds of years of history and this is all you've got?"
Song Nianqing did not open his eyes. He smiled and said, "Watch me carry the lamp to see the world."
The old man in a green robe handed out his sword. The next scene was not shocking. In the eyes of outsiders, it would only be funny. It was like a child who had just started to practice swordsmanship. He could barely lift the heavy sword in his hand and staggered around. His steps were messy and the momentum of his sword was distorted. Although his figure and sword moves were chaotic, his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the distance of seventy to eighty feet had been reduced to a distance of two sword moves. When people practiced swordsmanship, their seniors and great teachers would always advise them not to be controlled by the sword. That kind of swordsmanship would never amount to anything. Song Nianqing, who could be counted as one of the few great grandmasters in the Way of the Sword, did the opposite. He moved with his sword. There was no majestic sword aura that surged like a bull, nor was there a vast and righteous sword will. Just like that, he arrived in front of Luo Yang.
Luo Yang frowned and shot out a palm.
Under the influence of the Sword of Zhao Dan, Song Nianqing actually dodged Luo Yang's palm. The tip of his sword was aimed at her shoulder. For the first time, Luo Yang left the central axis of the street. She took a step sideways and pinched the tip of the Sword of Zhao Dan with two fingers. Before Luo Yang could exert her strength, the tip of the sword twisted. Song Nianqing's body spun and a splendid sword flower blossomed. Luo Yang flicked her finger. Song Nianqing withdrew his sword and turned half a circle to attack Luo Yang's back. This time, Luo Yang did not attack. Her feet did not move and her body fell backward. The sword had clearly missed, but the Sword Qi exploded like a firecracker where Luo Yang fell. Luo Yang's feet were still on the ground, but she turned her body to the left and barely dodged the Sword Qi. However, Song Nianqing did not show mercy. His long sword continued to entangle endlessly. For a moment, the Sword Qi around the two of them was like a cloud. It was too much for the eyes to take in.
Luo Yang finally took a step forward. The Sword Qi of Zhao Dan in Song Nianqing's hand also began to show its magnificence. The ground of the street and the buildings on both sides of the street were smashed into pieces. Dust rose everywhere.
Luo Yang walked and stopped, allowing the majestic Sword Qi to wreak havoc. She smiled and said, "It seems to be traceless, but in fact, it follows the winding of the world's dragon veins. It can be said that I have touched the threshold of the Celestial State."
The two of them resumed Luo Yang's position in the south of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The demoness in white who disturbed the Jianghu of Beimang and Liyang held the sword to her neck tightly. Song Nianqing suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily. He took a step forward and pushed the tip of the sword three feet forward. Luo Yang calmly took a small step back. The tip of the sword was less than two feet away from her neck. The abundant Upstanding Qi that came out of the sword messed up two strands of hair on her temples. Her sleeves fluttered as she held the sword. Luo Yang, who was not flustered at all, ignored the blood flowing from her palm. She looked straight at Song Nianqing and said with a smile, "Where did you get so many Celestial State Fingers? Get out!"
Luo Yang held the sword edge tightly and pushed it back. Song Nianqing, who refused to give up the sword, was hit in the heart by the sword hilt. Luo Yang seemed to be angry at his indiscretion and kicked the old man in green in the chest.
The cloth shoes were worn thin by the ground. Song Nianqing, whose feet were off the ground, was almost at the same level with the sword. He pushed the tip of the sword two feet away from the woman in white's neck.
"I gave you an inch and you wanted a mile."
Luo Yang actually moved the tip of the sword one foot closer to her neck. She sneered and then slapped down with her palm. She directly broke the long sword with her palm.
Since the sword was broken, Song Nianqing had to retreat.
Luo Yang did not bother to beat a drowning dog. She casually threw away the broken sword and let Song Nianqing rush back to the old horse with the sword.
Song Nianqing was hit in the heart by the sword hilt and kicked. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He tried to calm down.
The old man's face was full of disbelief.
If he was fighting against Wang Xianzhi, the No.1 in the world, he would be in such a sorry state. But how could an unknown young woman in Jianghu be so domineering?
Or was it because he was too ignorant?
What the woman in white said next really made Song Nianqing flustered and exasperated. As an old man who occupied a place in the sword world, no matter how good he was at maintaining his composure, he could not stay calm.
"I'll teach you how to use the sword."
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