sword from heaven

Chapter 159 Forced Battle (Part [-])
When waiting for the ninth sword, Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

The scorching air suddenly changed, and it condensed into a matchlock in his body, tightening himself.

The action is involuntarily deformed.

However, the first form of the Sword God requires incomparably exquisite movements, and the power of this transformation is greatly reduced.

"Haha..." Yang Qian was overjoyed, and Tian Jianqing screamed loudly.

Thousands of birds in the sky sang together, forming a sound.

Usually, there are a few birds chirping around and you will find it pleasant and relaxing.

At this time, so many birds chirped, it was like a magic sound filling the brain, making people want to commit suicide.

The Heavenly Sword radiated red light, and there was a phoenix flying in the red light, gracefully and gracefully.

Song Yunge felt the shocking murderous intent, stepping on broken steps flickering under his feet, trying to avoid the sword.

But the Heavenly Sword accompanied him like a shadow, it was positioned by the fire rope in his body, no matter how much he moved and dodged, it was useless.

"Bang!" Song Yunge pushed the Swallowing Cloud Jue to the limit, completely released all the accumulated power, and knocked Yang Qian out.

The Heavenly Sword also flew out, turning into a ball of flames in the air.

Yang Qian spat out a mouthful of blood, unbelievable that Song Yunge has such great strength, what kind of state is this! ?

He flew out of the wall, and rushed in again in the blink of an eye, widening his eyes: "What is this? Swallowing clouds?!"

Song Yunge smiled: "Sword God Yishi!
The Cloud Swallowing Jue and the Sword God One Style are perfectly integrated, and its original appearance can no longer be seen, but those who are familiar with the Swallowing Cloud Jue will still have a faint sense of familiarity.

But he is a disciple of Tianyue Mountain, and it is impossible for him to practice the martial arts of Yuntian Palace, so others just doubt it and don't believe it.

"Okay, okay, what a sword god!" Yang Qian gritted his teeth, his face uncertain.

He is hesitating.

If he continues to fight brazenly, the power of Fengfei Jiutian Sword will become stronger and stronger, and he will definitely be able to beat him.

But well...

In this way, there is a suspicion of shamelessness, so entangled with a sword master, it is indeed embarrassing for Fenghuangya.

But losing at the hands of a sword master, it seems that Fenghuangya's face has also been lost.

So he hesitated.

Song Yunge said calmly: "Sure enough, I don't know the Fenghuangya sword technique, I won't be able to hold on with a few more strikes!"

He was silently comprehending the mystery of Feng Fei Jiutian.

That scorching hot air is extremely difficult to entangle, and I haven't been able to get rid of it yet, the fire rope is still in my body.

"Oh... forget it!" Yang Qian shook his head and said, "I will give you a favor after eating your meal!"

Song Yunge showed a smile: "Brother Yang is so open-minded? Losing to me, you are not afraid of losing face at Fenghuangya?"

"Fenghuangya's face is not something I can lose alone." Yang Qian waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

He turned and walked away, so as not to change his mind.

The birds in the sky slowly dispersed.

Song Yunge looked helplessly at the bird droppings all over the place, and walked out of the yard.

Go west out of the moon gate and come to the empty martial arts field.

On the training ground, people were exchanging ideas in full swing, and there was muffled humming from time to time, indicating that someone was injured.

They sparred like desperately.

Song Yunge wanted to know how much panacea would be lost by doing so.

You must know that the panacea of ​​the masters of Tianwaitian is not cheap, and the general panacea is useless to Tianwaitian.

He casually walked out of the gate of the Military Lord's Mansion, came to the street, paced slowly, and observed Yuxiao City.

This Yuxiao City was also very prosperous at the beginning. After all, it was the first city in the Far West. All the rich people within a thousand miles would come here, and it would be a gold-selling cave.

But now looking at the streets, there are many shops, but only half of them are open.

The owners of the shops forced smiles on their faces, and there was a look of sadness between their brows, and signs of decay everywhere.

There are not many pedestrians on the street, mainly old clothes, coming and going in a hurry, without the leisurely and lazy look of the residents of Da Luo City.

The Suzaku guards on the street didn't hide it, they were also bored, there were not many people, and there were few accidents.

Song Yunge walked around Yuxiao City for a long time, with a heavy heart.

Will Yuxiao City's today be Da Luo City's tomorrow?

When I returned to my small courtyard at night, the courtyard had been restored to cleanliness, and the bird droppings on the eaves had also been cleaned up.

As soon as he stepped into the small courtyard, there was a shout from outside: "Luo Jing, Chief of the White Tiger Guard of Yuxiao City, come to ask for advice!"

Song Yunge turned his head to look over, and there was a handsome young man standing outside the door, smiling at him.

Song Yunge showed a helpless look: "I've played two games, and I still want to learn from each other?"

Luo Jing smiled and said: "Are you afraid? You represent the face of your Da Luo City."

Song Yunge shook his head: "I'm just a small boss of the White Tiger Guard in Da Luo City, how can I represent Da Luo City!"

"...you are thick-skinned enough." Luo Jing's smile faltered, and then another smile burst out: "Then we will not be polite."

"How to be impolite?" Song Yunge was curious: "Could it be that you just force me to take action?"

Luo Jing shook his head: "We will say some bad things about Da Luo City, it will inevitably be indecent, so I don't want to use this trick."

"For example?"

"For example, the White Tiger Guards in Da Luo City are all cowards, they dare not go out of the city, and only hide in Da Luo City."

"..."

"For example, the white tiger guards in Daluo City are all idlers, wasting food, and they are even worse than women, so they can simply put on rouge."

"Rough enough." Song Yunge nodded.

Luo Jin looked at him: "Do you want to come again? It will become more and more unpleasant."

Song Yunge shook his head and said, "The scolding is indeed not harsh enough."

"Okay, I met a ruthless person!" Luo Jing smiled and looked at him with great interest: "Your name is Song Yunge, a disciple of Tianyue Mountain, both parents died, and grew up in Tianyue Mountain, and was taken care of by Feng Jin..."

Song Yunge waved his hand and said, "Forget it, just hit!"

He knew that what he was facing next was a personal attack, an insult aimed at himself.

Instead of taking action after listening to these anger, it is better to fight directly and seal their mouths.

"Fun!" Luo Jing said with a smile: "Then come with me, let's go to the training ground to compete, how about?"

"...won't you come to a wheel fight?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Wheel battle is just what I want!" Song Yunge said with a smile: "I don't want to waste time with one challenge after another. I have to leave tomorrow, and time is limited!"

Luo Jing smiled: "I hope you can maintain this madness after a while, let's go!"

He turned and left.

Song Yunge followed closely behind, and the two came to the training ground.

The training ground was brightly lit, a string of lanterns and torches illuminated like daytime, and more than 100 masters were waiting.

More than 100 pairs of eyes stared at him, and made way for him to slowly walk into the central circle.

Song Yunge glanced at everyone's sharp eyes, calmly said: "Whoever you want to challenge, just come together."

Every gaze carried a frightening power and surging pressure, which was the aura cultivated in life-and-death fights.

For ordinary people, momentum is illusory.

For the masters of Tianwaitian, temperament is like substance, invisible and qualitative, and exists clearly.

"Don't worry, we'll only use very long men, and we won't make any moves above very long!" Luo Jing said with a smile: "In case others say that we are bullying people in Yuxiao City."

"That's good, please—!" Song Yunge stretched out his hand: "We can go together!"

"Good boy!" Luo Jing shouted: "If you are crazy enough, then I will teach you!"

He stretched out his hand and made a move, and a long sword fell from the sky, stabbing lightly: "Look at the sword!"

"Huh..." There seemed to be the sound of waves in the sky and the earth.

Song Yunge swiped Shuxue Sword, and after the long swords struck each other, he retreated, and retreated again.

He retreated ten meters in one breath before stopping.

"Come again!" Luo Jing drew his sword again.

He flicked his sword lightly, and the sound of the angry waves emptying out sounded.

Song Yunge was knocked out again, and then was knocked away again and again. Neither the Broken Void Step nor the Swallowing Cloud Art would work.

(End of this chapter)