On the second floor of the restaurant, Luo Yang added fuel to the fire of the Sword Qi that was connected to the sword. The Sword Qi instantly surged, startling Hsu Fengnian. He hurriedly manipulated the eight swords to form a lightning pool to defend himself. The Sword Qi and the Sword Qi seemed to be fighting against each other. The Sword Qi struck the Flying Swords, producing incessant tinkling sounds. Hsu Fengnian's actions were also unexpected. He was not in a hurry to destroy the Sword Qi. Instead, he fought and retreated. He moved around on the second floor, chipping away at the Sword Qi bit by bit until the Sword Qi was completely eliminated. After that, Luo Yang went downstairs and pressed on. Song Nianqing could not care less about the person upstairs. The two swords of Morning Bell and Evening Drum, followed by the three swords of Favorable Timing, Favorable Location, and Favorable Person, followed by the Sword Illuminating Courage, totaling eight swords. They were all worthy of being called new swords. Especially the three swords that stole the Celestial Phenomenon Realm and the Sword Illuminating Courage that followed. They were all eye-opening to Hsu Fengnian. Putting aside the unconventional Flying Swordsmanship, Hsu Fengnian's swordsmanship could barely be considered to have reached a higher level. However, he had a good eye. Song Nianqing of the Sword Pool handed over sword after sword according to the prescribed order. Even though Hsu Fengnian had been carefully guarding against Master Liu Hao who was hiding in the shadows, he did not dare to take his eyes off of it. Looking at swords was like admiring calligraphy. A layman might only think that the calligraphy was written with dragon and snake strokes, but if it was him holding the brush, he would not be able to grasp the essence of calligraphy. This was why most people in Jianghu wanted to be guided by a master. Hsu Fengnian was like a spectator who often watched calligraphy. Some of the calligraphy that entered his eyes were graceful and charming, some were clear and vigorous, some had a solemn atmosphere. However, they all happened to be pleasing to him. Hsu Fengnian had an arrogant thought that no one knew about. He hoped that one day he could forge a furnace and form a sword altar and a large peak. There were not many trees on the peak, but they must all reach the sky.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at Old Ma who was carrying a sword on his back on the street. He wondered if Song Nianqing's remaining six moves could cross Xuan Zhi and reach Celestial Phenomenon. If he stayed at Xuan Zhi, it would be impossible for him to hurt Luo Yang. Luo Yang was not a member of the three sects. She was a real martial artist. Like Wang Xianzhi, she was extremely domineering. She had fought Tuoba Bodhisattva, Deng Taia, and Hong Jingyan, who were the top five experts in the New Martial Arts Ranking. She had even pulled Hong Jingyan down from the fourth position and replaced him. Against such a flawless demoness, even Celestial Phenomenon Sword would not have a fifty percent chance of winning, let alone Xuan Zhi.
After a short moment of anger, Song Nianqing sighed and said, "This Old Man has poor eyesight and has been in seclusion all year round. I didn't expect to become a frog at the bottom of the well. Only now did I remember that there was a woman in white blocking Useless Monk by the Green Crossing River. I finally guessed your identity. I don't know if it's too late. "
Luo Yang said she wanted to teach Song Nianqing a sword, but she did not take out a sword from anywhere. She also did not use any external object to make a sword. She just put her left hand across her chest with her palm facing up and her right hand slowly pressed down.
Song Nianqing, who was standing beside the horse, looked up at the gray sky. He wiped the six swords hanging on the horse's back. The swords were not out of their sheaths. Three swords pointed to the ground while the other three hung in the air. They fell randomly in all directions, looking messy.
Song Nianqing muttered to himself, "This Old Man has been holding a sword all his life. He only saw it as a troublesome matter to pass on the incense. He was afraid that it would delay the progress of his swordsmanship. Forty years ago, he had a hint of enlightenment and almost achieved the sword of Celestial Sword. Twenty years ago, by chance, I was watching the sea of clouds rise and fall in a blessed place. A red sun rose from the east, as if it had suddenly jumped into the world. I was touched again, but I still gave up on that sword. Since then, he went into seclusion. He only wanted to progress step by step. He wanted to enter Celestial Phenomenon before becoming a Celestial Immortal. Gradually, he learned that This Old Man was born in the Sword Pool. The first sword he chose was a peerless sword. The first sword manual he received was a top-notch secret manual. The first time he cultivated his inner strength was also a peerless heart mantra. The master who taught me swordsmanship was a grandmaster of swordsmanship. Everything went smoothly for him, but his swordsmanship cultivation was left far behind by some people who came from the countryside. Only then did he know that everything would cry out when there was injustice. This Old Man did not have any injustice in his heart, so how could he resonate with heaven and earth? "
Luo Yang did not care about Song Nianqing's enlightenment, nor did she care about the six swords standing between heaven and earth. Her palms seemed to be pressed together, but there was still a gap.
A vision of heaven and earth.
Hsu Fengnian sucked in a breath of cold air. The highest point in the city was the bell tower of a Taoist temple. The sharp eaves of the tower seemed to be pressed down by an invisible celestial being and snapped. Immediately after, the bell tower collapsed in an unusually smooth manner. The thousand-year-old tower in the city, second only to the bell tower of the Taoist temple, also began to collapse. All the taller buildings in the city began to collapse together, showing a scene of being cut down by a knife. The huge city was like a piece of tofu on a chopping board, easily cut by a knife. The more it was cut, the thinner it became. In the blink of an eye, Hsu Fengnian did not dare to stay on the second floor. He floated to the ground, only to hear the ear-piercing noise of thousands of kilograms of gravity crushing wood and stone. Hsu Fengnian gently stamped his foot and then laughed bitterly. Not only was the heavens moving down, but the ground was also restless. It was like a great Buddha overlooking heaven and earth with its palms pressed together. There was nowhere to hide.
Heaven and earth were in harmony, leaving only a line. This line was Luo Yang's sword.
Song Nianqing's expression was grave. The three swords in the air pierced upwards, while the three swords on the ground penetrated downwards. Clearly, he was doing his best to assume a mighty posture of indomitable spirit.
This line between heaven and earth was still three zhang high. Needless to say, the high walls of the city had long been completely destroyed.
The elite cavalry that had been transferred from outside the city to clear out the city had really hit the mark by a stroke of luck. If not for their "foresight", under the might of Luo Yang's mighty sword, the nearly ten thousand corpses would have been nailed to the ground.
The more the situation was settled, the more Hsu Fengnian did not forget that Liu Haoshi, Murong Longshui, and Spider Web Moth were still hidden in the city. Murong Longshui and the old man were indeed in the city and they were not far from here. They were three streets away. Murong Longshui was sitting on the wall of a low alley. He had gotten a pot of wine from somewhere and was sitting cross-legged on it. He used his robe to wrap it up and eat. Old Moth stood in the middle of the alley and did the same action as Xu Fengnian. He stomped hard and the entire alley's bluestone slabs cracked. The old man sighed and said, "Who would have thought that after the battle between Luoyang and Bodhisattva Tuoba in the Icy Plains of the Extreme North, his methods had become even more vicious. Princess, with her here, do we still have to interfere? I'm just afraid of pulling chestnuts out of the fire. Before we can eat the roasted chestnuts, we'll get into trouble instead. "
Murong Longshui bent his finger and flicked a few peanuts, one near and one far. He watched them explode and said, "This immortal's method of controlling heaven and earth is the same as borrowing a sword from the Great Snow Plateau. After all, it's not invulnerable. Sword, sword, immortal swords are invincible. You and I are destined to be discovered, but it's not impossible to fight for a chance of survival. Right now, I'm just afraid that the guard dog of the Zhao family in Great Peace City will act shamelessly and insist on waiting for Luo Yang to deal with us before making a move. But then it'll be even harder for him to kill Hsu Fengnian. It'll depend on Liu Haoshi's decision. Presumably, Hsu Fengnian's head should be worth more than the two of us combined. Besides, I heard that this old man has a personal grudge with the Beiliang. In short, let's watch from afar. Luo Yang's temperament is unpredictable. If we annoy her, I don't want to die in Li Yang. "
Murong Longshui landed softly in the alley. Old Moth had already left quickly. The tall and strong Junzhu glanced at Old Moth's hurried back and smiled.
On the street, Song Nianqing's three swords in the air started to fall, the three swords in the ground started to rise. All six swords trembled and wavered.
Song Nianqing closed his eyes and focused.
A person had seven orifices. Every time a sword broke, the sword master, Song Nianqing, would bleed from one orifice.
When all six swords were broken, Song Nianqing's eyes, ears, and arms were bleeding profusely. The miserable state of this great swordsman was truly frightening.
But Song Nianqing's expression was still calm.
Since only six of his seven orifices were bleeding, it meant that other than the Fourteen Swords on Horseback on the surface, the number one of the Sword Pool, Song Nianqing, most likely had another sword hidden.
When Song Nianqing finally spoke and attacked, Hsu Fengnian, who was most likely leaving behind his last words, had only guessed half right. The Junzhu and Old Moth were in the city, but Liu Haoshi was not hiding in the city.
Ten li away from the city.
An old man with an old-fashioned face stood where he was. When Luo Yang's hands began to close the sky and the earth, he began to move his feet extremely slowly.
The first step was not even half of an ordinary person's step.
The second step was slightly faster, no different from an ordinary person's.
The third step was the distance of an ordinary person's two steps.
And so on and so forth.
The sky and the earth were like thunder, rushing towards the city.
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