Song Nianqing was not in a hurry to take action. He first went to a wine shop and asked for a jar of rice wine.
In the past, Song Nianqing preferred to drink strong wine, but during this time, Zhang Yange influenced him to only drink rice wine.
Now Song Nianqing is like an old farmer, holding an old horse in one hand and holding rice wine in the other.
He took one step at a time, and the pair of old cloth shoes under his feet were made by his deceased wife. Wang Xianzhi, who was not far away, looked at him, but neither of them had any intention of taking action.
During this period, Wang Xianzhi was made a little angry by Jia Jiajia.
Seeing that Song Nianqing helped him get rid of this trouble, he was somewhat grateful.
"Are you also here to block the road for the King of Northern Liang?" Wang Xianzhi stood opposite Song Nianqing.
Wang Xianzhi is tall and burly, while Song Nianqing is short.
So when the two of them stand together, it's somewhat funny.
"Yes and no." Song Nianqing said.
Wang Xianzhi raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"Say no, but I am indeed here to block the road. But if you say it is for the King of Northern Liang, it is not." Song Nianqing poured the last bit of rice wine into his mouth.
"Are you here for Zhang Yange?" Wang Xianzhi naturally heard that he had a very good relationship with Zhang Yange.
"I'm not here for him, I'm just helping him buy some time." Song Nianqing did not throw away the finished jar.
Wang Xianzhi looked at the fifteen swords on Lao Ma's back. "Then let's find a place. We might hurt innocent people here."
Song Nianqing nodded without hesitation.
Wang Xianzhi disappeared in an instant. Song Nianqing smiled and led the old horse to follow quickly.
When Song Nianqing appeared, Wang Xianzhi was already standing on a cliff. Even though he was far away, he was the first thing Song Nianqing saw.
Wang Xianzhi looked at him and had no intention of taking action first.
Song Nianqing said, "The main reason this time is to buy some time for Yan Ge. Of course, part of the reason is to show the King City Master that swordsmen in the world are not merciful!"
"After Li Chungang broke his arm, there was no swordsman in the world that I could look up to, whether it was Deng Tai'a or Cao Changqing.
The battle with Sui Xiegu a few days ago was not interesting. If you can understand Du Shiliu Sword, you can still make me somewhat interested.
If it were just these fifteen swords, you and Wang Xiaoping would end up the same." Wang Xianzhi said loudly.
Song Nianqing did not want to waste words with Wang Xianzhi.
A swordsman should speak with his sword. It would be a pity if a swordsman relied on his words.
The first sword! Greetings!
The second sword! White head!
Song Nianqing fired eight swords in one breath.
The eight swords are all different, and the sword energy on the eight swords is completely different from the last time he fought Zhang Yange.
These fifteen swords were forged by Zhang Yange for him.
According to Song Nianqing's rules, he should have forged his own swords. But he asked Zhang Yange to help him forge fifteen swords.
In addition to wanting Zhang Yange to learn his fifteen swords.
More importantly, he felt that the sword made by Zhang Yange would be better.
When he was in Beiliang, he didn't go anywhere except to raise his sword. Except for the last time because Zhang Yange was in Beimang, he went there to have a close encounter with Beimang's sword energy.
Although Song Nianqing lost that battle, he only fired fourteen swords...
Because the sword energy nearly defeated him and then he ran away.
And he has no obsession with winning or losing. He went to Beimang just to help Zhang Yange.
So Jian Qi has run away, and he won’t cause trouble for Zhang Yange anymore. If he loses, he will lose. If the fifteenth sword that can make him famous in Jianhu is not released, he will not come out.
But facing Wang Xianzhi, Song Nianqing felt that even if he used the fifteenth sword, he might not be able to win.
But it would be good to buy Zhang Yange some time.
The eight swords are wrapped in sword energy, like a comet trailing its tail, and the momentum is overwhelming.
But Wang Xianzhi unreasonably punched me!
The collision of swords, energy, and fists is like the work of a bell!
Song Nianqing finally couldn't bear the rebound of the sword energy, and struck with a powerful force, eight swords broke and fell to the ground.
However, Song Nianqing did not take the sword from the horse again, but pinched the sword formula, and the handprint of the sword formula resembled that of Buddha or Tao.
The six swords hanging on the horse were wiped together. The swords were not out of their sheaths. Three swords were touching the ground, and three swords were hanging in the air. They fell randomly in all directions, seemingly chaotic.
Suddenly, strange phenomena appeared everywhere.
Wang Xianzhi still stood where he was, seemingly not caring about the six swords at all.
"If your fifteenth sword is like this, then you are not as good as Wang Xiaoping."
After saying this, Wang Xianzhi strode over, energy surging all over his body.
Song Nianqing's three swords in the air began to fall, and the three swords that hit the ground began to rise. The six swords were all trembling and swaying.
Song Nianqing closed her eyes and concentrated.
A person has seven orifices. Whenever a sword is broken, the sword owner Song Nianqing will bleed from one orifice.
When all six swords were broken, Song Nianqing's eyes, ears, and two nostrils were bleeding profusely. The pitiful appearance of this master of swordsmanship was truly horrifying.
But Song Nianqing's expression remained calm.
Fourteen swords came out at the same time, and he probably guessed that this was the one behind him.
However, although the six swords were broken, the sword energy still existed. Supported by the round sword body, six sword energy as thick as an adult man's thigh stood between the heaven and the earth. There was a vague sound of bells and drums ringing in unison, melodious and exciting.
The gap between the sky and the earth was like a millstone grinding, and the gap was only one person high. Sand and stones were flying, and there was no light. Wang Xianzhi was still unable to destroy the Six Sword Embryo on the spot.
"You are much more powerful than before." Wang Xianzhi originally thought that destroying the sword would be the end. "Of course, the main thing is that the sword is good."
Hearing this, Song Nianqing burst out laughing, "Yange forged this for me.
Last time I used myself as the sword for the fifteenth sword, but was saved by Yan Ge. This time I used the sword he forged for me to make the fifteenth sword."
After saying that, the last broad sword was unsheathed.
The appearance of these swords was decided by Song Nianqing.
But Zhang Yange expressed his own opinion on the appearance of the fifteenth sword, and finally Song Nianqing made the sword according to Zhang Yange's wishes.
As soon as the sword came out, Song Nianqing felt that it was thanks to listening to Zhang Yange's words.
The sword is unsheathed!
Only then did Wang Xianzhi reveal a smile.
As soon as the fifteenth sword came out, all the six sword energies were attached to the big sword.
This sword can be said to be unrivaled in the world, tearing apart the energy all over Wang Xianzhi's body.
The sky and the earth are dim, clouds cover the fog, and Song Nianqing's sword energy is like a picture of an immortal riding a dragon. Song Nianqing himself is not seen, only the sword energy is winding, thunder and lightning, and clouds and rain.
Wang Xianzhi raised his head and laughed when he saw Song Nianqing's sword strike.
Song Nianqing's Qi circulated for eight hundred miles in an instant, and the three wonders of Vajra, Zhixuan, and celestial phenomena were melted into one furnace.
"This sword is enough to make me take back those words." Wang Xianzhi said seriously.
After he said that, he punched out.
It hit Song Nianqing on the forehead, neither lightly nor hard!
There was little life in Song Nianqing's eyes, but the sword energy was still powerful and majestic.
He used his last strength to send the sword outward.
The sword energy poured out, and Wang Xianzhi crossed his hands.
He blocked the sword energy that was like a galaxy, but both of his sleeves were shattered.