The little girl took off her warm mink hat and gently put it on the old man's head. She rested her chin on the table and looked at the sleeping old man, lost in thought.
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In the city, both sides were in high spirits.
The world only left a line to form a sword. Luo Yang, the world's number one devil, performed an unprecedented sword move in the Celestial State. Song Nianqing's ears, eyes, nose, and nose were bleeding, but he kept his mouth shut. In the city, the broken swords were still intact. Under the support of the round sword embryo, six Sword Qi as thick as an adult man's thigh stood between heaven and earth. There was a faint sound of bells and drums, melodious and surging. The line between heaven and earth was like grinding a millstone, and the gap was only the height of a person. Sand and pebbles were flying in the dark, but it still couldn't destroy the six sword embryos on the spot. This time, the master of Sword Pool, who didn't put on airs, only changed into a new pair of plain green cloth shoes. At this time, the soles of the shoes made of many layers of white cloth were mostly worn out, which made Song Nianqing feel a little regretful. In this life, he focused on the Sword Dao and never had any romantic feelings. He didn't know why he and the woman who married into Sword Pool had stopped at treating each other with respect. But for some reason, in the face of a great enemy and on the line of life and death, he remembered the night when he lifted her veil and her shy face under the candlelight. After so many years, he didn't know when she slowly became a frost-haired old woman, nor did he know when she made this pair of shoes herself. When they parted and took over the luggage that he regarded as a burden, he only thought it was natural for a woman to take care of the family. Now, he realized how good it would have been if he took over the luggage, called her nickname, and thanked her.
Song Nianqing remembered many things in the past. When he was in the prime of his life, he carried twelve swords and went to the Martial Emperor City in high spirits to challenge the world's number one.
When he left home, she didn't say much. She just smiled and helped him tidy his clothes carefully. She walked him to the door and stood there alone, not waiting for him to turn back. Later, when Song Nianqing returned home, he passed by her with a cold face. She wanted to say something but stopped. She just squeezed out a clean smile without any grievance.
In the past, Song Nianqing had always been indifferent, so it was inevitable that he would feel a little gloomy. Why had he found such a dull and boring woman? How was she worthy of his sword?
This fatal absent-mindedness should have caused Song Nianqing's accumulation of power to be thwarted. Unexpectedly, in that moment of absent-mindedness, for the first time in his life, he felt guilty. Song Nianqing only felt that his sword heart was as clear as glass in that instant.
Outside the city, there were originally more than a hundred Sword Pool swordsmen carrying huge sword sheaths on their backs. Before Luo Yang made her move, they had already begun to gallop around the city. Wherever they passed, flying swords would fly out of their sheaths and float in the air outside the city walls, stopping and not falling. Outside the city, there were already nearly a thousand swords hanging in the air. The sword formation was majestic, the sword momentum vast and mighty.
But the swordsmen of Sword Pool who had reined in their horses looked at each other in dismay. Because the swords hanging outside the wall had all fallen to the ground at the same time. Without the guidance of the Qi, the Sect Master seemed to have given up on the idea of using the sword formation. But this sword formation should be the Sect Master Song Nianqing's hidden 14th sword. With the Sect Master's temperament, it was impossible for him to choose to wait for death in the face of a strong enemy. Since the Sect Master had always regarded Wang Xianzhi, the Martial Emperor, as the last opponent in his life, even if he encountered a rare strong opponent in the city, he would not end up like this. For a moment, the swordsmen who had stopped were at a loss and felt a strong sense of crisis. But when the swordsmen of Sword Pool successively perceived the increasing strong sword intent in the city according to their realm, they were pleasantly surprised.
Song Nianqing lowered his head and took a deep look at his shoes. He smiled slightly, allowing the six wisps of Sword Qi to vanish in the millstone and the flying wood and rolling stones to hit his face. He gently stepped on the only intact street under his feet and heavily spat out a mouthful of turbid air. Finally, he could not suppress the blood surging in his throat and spat it out in front of him. Soon, it was covered by dust and disappeared.
Song Nianqing said softly, "It's time to go to Jianghu for you."
Song Nianqing stepped on the ground and began to run wildly.
The last sword was also the last time he went to Jianghu.
Song Nianqing himself was the sword.
Song Nianqing's sword collided with Luo Yang's sword.
Song Nianqing's clothes and skin seemed to have been cut into pieces and began to turn into a bloody mess. But this Sword Dao Grandmaster did not feel it at all. He laughed heartily and flashed across a green rainbow.
He gave up the mighty Sword Formation of a Thousand Swords in exchange for a sword immortal's sword that seemed inexplicable to others.
This sword could be said to be invincible in the world. It tore apart Luo Yang's heaven and earth. The world was dark and cloudy. Song Nianqing's Sword Qi was like a painting of an immortal riding a dragon. Song Nianqing himself could not be seen. Only the Sword Qi, lightning, clouds, and rain could be seen.
Luo Yang, who did not expect Song Nianqing to have such a sword, held her breath and concentrated. Her Qi circulated 800 miles in an instant. The three mystical powers of the Vajra Finger and the Mysterious Celestial Phenomenon fused together. It was obvious that she wanted to prove that Song Nianqing's fatal sword could not seriously injure her.
In fact, when the two were still several feet apart, Song Nianqing was already on the verge of death.
But the Sword Qi was still growing and majestic even when he was on the verge of death.
Luo Yang pushed out with both hands. Her sleeves were torn and her hair fluttered in the wind. As if she was wrestling with a dragon, her feet kept slipping back.
At this critical moment.
Outside the city, a bolt of lightning exploded into the city.
It was so fast that when the lightning entered the city, two riders of the Sword Pool were lifted off the ground and flew into the city. The lightning broke through the wall, but the two swordsmen and their horses crashed into the wall that was as tall as a person. With two bangs, they turned into two pools of blood. They did not have the strength to fight back and died on the spot.
Luo Yang turned her head to look to the east with difficulty. There was a trace of unwillingness and anger in her eyes.
The lightning, which was well-versed in the Resonance of Heaven and Earth and was thus well hidden, arrived in the blink of an eye.
Luo Yang did not expect that Song Nianqing would risk his life to use the Sword Immortal Sword. She also did not expect that Liu Haoshi would point his spear at her from the beginning, instead of the guy who wanted to kill her in the Liyang imperial court.
Luo Yang gritted her teeth. The two blue and red fish tried their best to reveal a small part of their ethereal body, trying to block Liu Haoshi's timely sneak attack.
A white shadow rushed to Luo Yang's side almost at the same time as Liu Haoshi, forcibly withstanding the full force of the Celestial State's attack.
Even if this reckless guy only won a blink of an eye, Liu Haoshi had already brushed past Luo Yang and the Sword Qi.
Liu Haoshi was furious. After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, he did not chase after the white-clothed devil who had lost the best opportunity to severely injure him. Instead, he rushed toward the little bastard who ruined his good plan.
From the center of the city to the west of the city, the back of the figure crashed through many walls. In front of the last wall, Liu Haoshi's five fingers formed a hook, as if grabbing something from the body of the person, while his other hand punched out, smashing the guy from inside the city to outside the city.
With a cold face, Liu Haoshi crushed the Qi in his hand, which was faintly visible like a lotus swaying in the wind. He sneered, "You overestimate yourself! You dared to ruin This Old Man's plan of killing two birds with one stone. This Old Man not only wants you dead, but also wants you to lose everything before you die! "
The ear-piercing scream of a woman came from inside the city. It was so sad that it made Liu Haoshi's heart palpitate for no reason.
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