"Zhang Shaoxia, did you kill a banished immortal some time ago?" Song Nianqing asked.
The old man was never idle along the way, always asking questions.
Zhang Yange didn't bother to answer questions fluently.
The place Song Nianqing chose turned out to be the ruins of a small town, which had been bombarded into ruins by Zhang Yange when he was practicing his lightning control.
"Is it right here?"
"It's here." Zhang Yange pointed.
"Why do we still need to move those people away?" Song Nianqing asked again.
"If they stay here, they won't be able to survive." Zhang Yange said matter-of-factly, "Since we are heroes and righteous, we must do our best to do our best."
"Do your best..." Song Nianqing murmured to himself. "Zhang Shaoxia, I have a disciple named Li Yibai."
"I recognize him." Zhang Yange smiled and nodded, "I met him for the first time when I traveled around the world with Xu Fengnian."
At that time, they saw an honest man who was chivalrous and righteous, with simple and non-flashy moves. At that time, Xu Fengnian didn't think that he was very skilled in swordsmanship. They just thought that this guy was very skilled and not too arrogant. Afterwards, they found out that he was expected to sit on the throne.
Kendo Toshihiko, who is at the top of the sword pool.
And Zhang Yange was full of praise for his swordsmanship.
If he hadn't been in a hurry at that time, Zhang Yange would most likely want to have a discussion with him.
"That's good." Song Nianqing smiled.
Hearing this, Zhang Yange frowned slightly, and Song Nianqing smiled and said, "Zhang Shaoxia, just stay here!"
"Yeah!" Zhang Yange nodded.
To be honest, there is a lot of age difference between the two of them, but they really feel a bit sympathetic to each other.
However, Song Nianqing was burdened with too many things, and he had reasons to take action.
Although Zhang Yange has a good temper, he doesn't think that a good man wants to kill him, so he really doesn't want to take his own life.
So this is a life and death battle that shouldn't happen, but has to be fought.
Before Song Nianqing could draw his sword, Zhang Yange punched first.
This punch was thrown out with all his strength without any hesitation.
"Senior Song, since you have to decide between life and death, don't have any scruples."
"I still want to say this to you." Song Nianqing stretched out his sword.
The first thing is, greetings!
Song Nianqing took out a sword from the old horse and made a gentle arc towards Zhang Yange's fist.
The sword drawn today is much more powerful than that day.
The half-arc sword directly hit Zhang Yange's fist.
Quan Gang was cut open like tofu.
But the cutting fist suddenly didn't slow down at all, and still hit Song Nianqing, and the half-curved sword was caught by the golden light on Zhang Yange's body.
Song Nianqing's first sword was more of a courtesy than a fight, and it had the flavor of a sword pool that always greets guests with courtesy first and then attack with soldiers.
In addition to paying tribute, this sword also means to test the opponent's strength. As long as the opponent fights hard, you can accurately infer the depth of the opponent's realm, but you can clearly know what level of cultivation the opponent is roughly, and then hand out the second sword
The third sword will definitely not be lower than this, and it will be more conducive to his clear sword heart.
But Zhang Yange directly used golden light to catch it, which made Song Nianqing's plan come to nothing. The old man raised his sword horizontally and caught Zhang Yange's fist that was cut in half.
He immediately drew the second sword.
The name of the second sword is Baishou. People in the world cannot escape the fate of being separated from each other. The sword and the sword spirit are already separated when they are taken out of the sheath. If only one of them is broken, it will not matter the overall situation.
Zhang Yange and Nangong's methods of defeating enemies are very similar.
I saw him holding the sword and scabbard with his bare hands, and the sword energy on both exploded instantly. The scattered sword energy cut the nearby ruined buildings in half like cutting tofu.
Zhang Yange thought he had taken it, but suddenly the sword energy from the scabbard was transferred to the sword!
The sword energy on the sword surged for more than ten feet. It was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, trailing like a comet, and the momentum was overwhelming.
Zhang Yange intended to curse, but the most important thing at this time was to take the sword.
I saw him slowly punch out with one hand.
It seemed like he was jokingly bumping into the sword energy.
With a bang, the sword energy was knocked back by him.
Song Nianqing didn't expect that Zhang Yange had such ability, so he picked up the old horse and stepped back more than ten feet.
I saw a deep chasm drawn in the desert.
Xu Xiao, who was watching the battle from a distance, laughed and said, "This is so enjoyable!"
He was just a layman watching the excitement. Xu Yanbing said, "My lord, the most powerful thing is Mr. Zhang's punch."
"Anyway, it's damn fun to watch." Xu Xiao laughed.
Pei Nanwei and Chen Yu were naturally very worried. Nangong said, "It's useless to worry. He is a fighting genius. I am 30% sure that he can win this battle."
"Is it too little?" Pei Nanwei asked.
"It's quite a lot. At first I thought he was dead," Nangong said, "I just had to order a coffin for him!"
Song Nianqing threw the old horse down.
Instead of retreating, he advanced. The soles of his feet were only a few inches off the ground. His feet drew a deep line in the desert, and he moved forward for more than a foot.
After he stopped, he twisted his toes, and the soles of his brand-new blue plain cloth shoes slid on the desert, bringing up a burst of dust. He lifted the sword with his left hand, and first held the sword in front of his chest with his right hand, then pointed it downwards.
The tip changes from downward to lifted.
This flirtation met the sword energy from Zhang Yange.
The long sword in Song Nianqing's hand gradually bent, and gradually became stronger and turned into a sword-breaking style. The tip of the sword was no higher than the head. With a light drink, the sword energy like a long river was lifted over the head and fell back, and it fell in the desert instantly.
It created a deep, bottomless pit.
The surrounding quicksand quickly flowed into the deep pit.
Song Nianqing narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers. The old horse was familiar with its owner's habits and lightly stepped on the horse's hoof to come to the elderly man's side.
The third and fourth swords came out together!
As soon as the two swords are drawn out, it is like the sound of morning bells and evening drums. The bells are struck in the morning and the drums are beaten at night. The sound of the drums kills people and attracts souls.
These two-handed swords are what Song Nianqing quietly set foot in the world twenty years ago. While traveling around, he stayed in an unknown ancient temple and became enlightened by listening to the morning bells and evening drums.
Song Nianqing repeated the boring knocking without stopping, one hundred and eight times in an instant.
Zhang Yange's whole body was full of diamond power and he rushed towards Song Nianqing.
There were constant banging and cracking sounds in front of him, and everything he passed was devastated by the sound of bells, drums and swords.
It originally meant that if you play the drum and listen to the sound, you should return quickly and do not violate the prohibition.
But Zhang Yange had been traveling all the way, and what did this little noisy sound of bells, drums, swords and gas mean?
Song Nianqing's swords finally couldn't withstand the huge impact of the rebound force of the sword energy, and the swords broke and fell to the ground. Song Nianqing did not turn around to get the swords from the horse, but pinched the sword formula, and the fingerprints of the sword formula were like Buddha and Tao.
The sword was unsheathed, and the three long swords were unsheathed one after another, leaping up from the horse's back, like a rainbow falling on Zhang Yange's head.
Song Nianqing's beard and hair were spread out, the sleeves of his blue shirt were fluttering violently, and his feet were one foot deep into the ground.
Zhang Yange's body shone with golden light, like the blazing sun.
He rushed over unreasonably, with sand and rocks flying at every step, and strong winds!