When Zhang Yange rushed forward, the three swords above his head were melted by his golden light!
Not only the sword energy! But also the sword body!
Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and three sharp swords with only half the original length stabbed Zhang Yange at the same time, making a death struggle.
Zhang Yange raised his hand and parted the wild horse's mane, holding the three flying swords at the end of the powerful crossbow in his hands with a careless stroke, and continued to stride forward.
But the three swords in his hand not only did not cut off the vitality, but the sword energy flourished like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Zhang Yange noticed that the three broken swords in his hand were still not stopping, as if they were about to give him a scene of a snake swallowing an elephant.
He shouted, "Pardon!"
Boom boom boom!
Three thunderbolts from the sky landed on the broken sword without any bias.
Since then, there has been no reaction from the broken sword.
Zhang Yange buried the broken sword in the sand.
Go forward!
Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a tassel among the fourteen swords. The sword was as clear as a mirror, so it was named Zhaodan.
When he climbed up to Emperor Wu's City with the Twelve Swords, Song Nianqing was just a rookie swordsman who had just entered the world, and Wang Xianzhi was already recognized as the best in the world, but how could Song Nianqing ever take a step back?
The sword Zhao Dan in his hand was the first sword that Song Nianqing forged himself after seclusion. Every swordsman was a swordsmith and had to forge their own swords in the sword furnace to make their own swords.
Although there are tens of thousands of swords accumulated in the sword pool, they are only used to remember the ancestors. Since the beginning of Nianqing in the Song Dynasty, no descendants of the sect have been allowed to worship the past and downgrade the present. This is why many kendo visitors have unanimously said that the sword pool is now unprecedented.
The emotion of the sword.
Song Nianqing held the courage in his hand, full of heroic spirit, and the sword's heart became clearer and clearer.
The three swords that were first melted by Zhang Yange were named Tianshi, Dili, and Renhe, and they were specially used to target masters of Zhixuan and even the Celestial Realm.
You can forcefully absorb energy, become stronger when encountering strength, and become more courageous the more frustrated you are. But who would have thought that the golden light all over Zhang Yange's body would be melted away.
Song Nianqing forged a sword every time he learned a move. Over the years, he worked tirelessly to make and raise swords.
A lot of hard work has been put into each sword, supplemented by original sword moves. They are all freshly released new swords. They are truly unprecedented. If opponents in the same realm take it lightly, they will definitely suffer big losses.
Song Nianqing was somewhat surprised that Zhang Yange was fighting with him like this.
"Zhang Shaoxia, let's come next."
"Yeah." Zhang Yange laughed and nodded.
He is still seven or eight feet away from Song Nianqing!
Song Nianqing handed the sword out, and the next scene was far from shocking. In the eyes of a layman, it would only be considered ridiculous, like a child who had just started practicing swordsmanship and could barely lift the heavy sword in his hand.
The sword staggered around, its steps were chaotic, and its sword force was twisted.
Although his body shape and sword moves were chaotic, his speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, a distance of seven to eight feet was reduced to just two swords' distance.
When people practice swordsmanship in the world, the famous masters of the past will tell them earnestly not to be controlled by the sword. That kind of swordsmanship will not become a success.
Song Nianqing, who was considered one of the few great masters in the art of swordsmanship, did the opposite. He followed the sword, without the majestic sword sword like a bullfight, without the awe-inspiring sword intention, and just came to Zhang Yange crookedly.
But it was this sword that stopped the rampaging Zhang Yange.
Song Nianqing then spun around, and a gorgeous sword flower bloomed.
Zhang Yange moved the block and beat it through!
However, Song Nianqing withdrew his sword again, made half a circle upside down, and struck Zhang Yange with his sword in the back.
Zhang Yange adapts to the situation. Since Song Nianqing follows the sword, Zhang Yange follows the cat and the tiger and follows the punch!
Song Nianqing was very impressed.
But Song Nianqing had no intention of letting him go, and the sword was daring to fight wildly. For a moment, the sword energy was everywhere around the two of them, like a cloud of steaming clouds, making people dizzy.
Zhaodan Sword Qi also began to emerge, and the yellow sand on the ground was rolled up, turning into a terrifying sandstorm in an instant.
At this time, Zhang Yange's Tai Chi no longer requires any starting postures, and he just sticks to the twists when performing any moves.
His left hand is gentle
Like the wind, the right hand explodes like fire!
Tear the sandstorm with both hands!
In an instant, the sky was clear and the sea was calm!
However, blood oozed from the corner of Zhang Yange's mouth, and the remaining sword energy was raging, but it felt like itching to Zhang Yange.
"Zhang Shaoxia, this is the threshold of the Celestial Realm." Song Nianqing said.
Zhang Yange smiled as he looked at the distance between the two of them which was less than five feet.
Song Nianqing suddenly opened his eyes and stared, yelled angrily, took a step forward, and pushed the sword tip forward three feet. Zhang Yange calmly took a small step back, and the sword tip was only two feet away from his neck.
The abundant Gang Qi coming out of the sword ruffled his black hair and flowed back, and the cuffs of the sword clenched loudly.
Zhang Yange, who was not at all panicked, ignored him.
But the golden light on his body has faded.
Zhang Yange stretched out his hand to hold the Zhao Dan Sword, and golden light exploded in his hand.
The bleeding stopped immediately, and Zhang Yange punched with his other hand.
The fist brought thunder and struck Song Nianqing hard in the heart.
Song Nianqing vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, and the long sword was shaken away from Zhang Yan's singer.
Zhang Yange broke the Danzhao Sword with one punch, and Song Nianqing used the broken sword to leave a scar on Zhang Yange's heart.
Both of them suffer losses!
But they looked at each other and laughed...
"Yan Ge, I, Song Nianqing, wish I had known you earlier." Song Nianqing said sincerely.
"It's not too late to get to know each other, Brother Song."
Song Nianqing drew a sword from Lao Ma's body.
"This is the fourteenth sword, but it is not my sword! It was given to me by the emperor, and this sword will never be released." Song Nianqing said.
"Brother, I still have six swords! Let me show you five swords first!"
Song Nianqing raised his head and looked up at the gray sky. His peripheral vision passed over the five swords hanging on his horse. The swords were not out of their sheaths. Two swords were touching the ground, and three swords were hanging in the air. They fell randomly in all directions, seemingly in a chaotic manner.
"Yan Ge, let me see your sword."
Zhang Yange took a deep breath.
The Immortal Killing Sword is unsheathed!
The sword energy soared into the sky, and the ink-like sword was very frightening.
"It smells like Li Chungang." Song Nianqing laughed.
Zhang Yange now understood what he was going to do, and saw Zhang Yange's sword as strong as a dragon, and they started fighting with the five swords.
Song Nianqing threw his head back and laughed, and he was bleeding from all his orifices.
Zhang Yange stopped his sword for a while, and the five swords were scattered on the ground.
There is not a grain of yellow sand around!
"Yan Ge! After seeing you, I felt something in my heart, and the fifteenth sword was in my heart. Miss Chen's jar of chili peppers even made me realize the fifteenth sword!
I, Song Nianqing, am the fifteenth sword!"
Song Nianqing stepped on the ground and started running wildly.
The last sword is also the last time to walk around the world.
Zhang Yange was a little helpless, this fifteenth sword was really terrifying.
However, the Zhuxian Sword thrust forward without hesitation.
Finally, Song Nianqing's fingers came to rest on Zhang Yange's forehead.
"Yan Ge, I, Song Nianqing, really can't kill you!"
Song Nianqing's Qi flowed eight hundred miles in an instant, and the three magical powers of King Kong, Zhixuan, and celestial phenomena were melted into a furnace, making it clear that this was a fatal sword.
But it was not Zhang Yange who died, but Song Nianqing!