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"How about we start another round and see how many rounds this Song Nianqing can last?"

"Okay, okay, I bet he'll be knocked down before he can use up all fourteen swords!"

"But pull it down. I lost all my money in the last round of trading, so I ran away in despair."

The person who said the market was opening stood up and looked around. He really didn’t see the few people who were shouting “[-]” before the market was opening, so he shrank his neck, pretended that he didn’t say anything, and sat down to continue listening to the book. .

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"Luoyang's figure ran towards Song Nianqing.

I saw the sword energy in her hand soared more than ten feet, thick as the mouth of a bowl, trailing like a comet, with a domineering momentum.

Song Nianqing's heart skipped a beat, she was only holding a sword in her right hand, but she immediately added a sword to her hand.

Luoyang, who was holding the sword upside down, let go of the hilt and threw the sword and sword energy at Song Nianqing. It was said that he threw it, but in fact it was more like smashing it.

The sword and sword energy seem to be sprinkled by a painter with freehand ink.

The sword energy was so strong that before Song Nianqing's second sword approached, he was already crushed into powder.

Song Nianqing did not retreat but instead advanced. The soles of her feet were only a few inches off the ground. She moved forward for more than a foot. After stopping, she twisted the toes of her feet.

The soles of the brand new blue plain cloth shoes slid on the ground and brought up a burst of mud. After lifting the sword with his left hand, his right hand first held the sword in front of his chest, then pointed it downwards, and the tip of the sword changed from downward to lifting. This lifting The sword touched the bottom of the sword energy.

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 slight shout, the condensed sword gang was pushed over the head.

The top fell back and fell on the street, creating a deep and bottomless pit. "

The sword of the Sect Master of Jianchi was straightened at the same time, always maintaining a slightly bent sword-breaking posture. He let go and abandoned the sword. Before the long sword could fall, the tip of the left-hand sword hit the long sword hovering in the air.

The middle section of the sword made a clanging sound.

Just like a temple morning bell that suddenly rang, it was melodious and loud.

Luoyang moved forward unhurriedly, and with a casual wave of his arm, he blocked the wisp of sword energy that came from the sword-to-sword strike. Song Nianqing quickly changed from a straight strike to a horizontal strike, and the second sound was like a dusk drum, extremely dull.

The bells are struck in the morning and the drums are played at night. The sound of the drums kills people and the bells seize the souls. These two swords were discovered by Song Nianqing who quietly set foot in the world 20 years ago. While traveling around, he stayed in an unknown ancient temple and listened to the morning bells and evening drums.

Song Nianqing repeated the tedious banging without stopping, one hundred and eight times in an instant.

Luoyang kept walking straight forward, and in the end she didn't even raise her hand. There were constant banging and cracking sounds in front of her, and everything she passed was destroyed by the sound of bells, drums and swords.

Originally, it meant to send out the drums and listen to the sound, and return quickly, without breaking the ban.

But since Luoyang can kill Beimang alone twice, what does the little noise of bells, drums, swords and gas mean? "

"Song Nianqing's swords finally couldn't withstand the powerful collision, and they broke and fell to the ground.

Song Nianqing did not turn back to take the sword from the horse, but pinched the sword formula, and the handprint of the sword formula resembled that of Buddha or 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 Luoyang's head.

Song Nianqing's beard and hair were all stretched out, the sleeves of his blue shirt fluttered violently, and his feet sank a foot into the ground.

Luoyang was simply arrogant to the point of being unreasonable. He put his hands behind his back and stepped down with one foot, smashing the bluestone and causing the gravel to fly up. It was exactly the same as the first move in the battle with Deng Tai'a in Dunhuang City.

But at that time, her feet were on the ground, causing thousands of raindrops to form into a Thousand White Sword. Whenever a sword struck her face, she would be deflected by a stone a few feet away. In just three steps, Luoyang, The three swords have been used more than sixty times without success.

The tip of the sword had long since broken, and the distance between her and Song Nianqing had shortened to less than ten feet.

Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and three sharp swords with only half the original length were stabbed at Luoyang at the same time, making a death struggle. "

Luoyang brushed it with one hand and lightly held the three flying swords of Qiannu Mo in the palm of her hand, and continued to move forward slowly. However, unlike the first sword that she crushed on the spot, the three swords did not cut off the life in her palms.

Instead, the sword energy grew vigorously like bamboo shoots after a rain. Luoyang looked down as he walked slowly.

Even though she noticed the scene of a snake swallowing an elephant in her palm, she did not respond in any way. The three-sword sword energy sprouted and took root in her palm. 0

Song Nianqing narrowed her eyes and snapped her fingers. The old horse was familiar with its owner's habits, stepped on its hooves lightly, and came to the elderly man.

Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a tassel on the handle among the fourteen swords. The sword was as clear as a mirror, so it was named Zhaodan.

Back then when he took the twelve swords to the Wudi City, Song Nianqing was just a rookie who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and Wang Xianzhi was already recognized as the No. 1 in the world, but why did Song Nianqing take half a step back?

The sword in his hand is the first sword that Song Nianqing forged himself after seclusion. Every swordsman is a swordsmith and must forge swords in the sword furnace to make swords. Although there are tens of thousands of swords in the sword pool, But it is only used to remember the ancestors and remember the ancestors.

Since the beginning of Nianqing of the Song Dynasty, Jianchi has not allowed any descendants of the sect to worship the past and downgrade the present. This is why many kendo visitors unanimously lamented that "there are no ancient swords in Jianchi now."

Song Nianqing held the courage in his hand, full of heroic spirit, and the sword's heart became clearer.

The woman in white walked forward step by step. She didn't seem to take the initiative. She was forced by the situation, but Song Nianqing was not at ease. She kept walking. The more leisurely she walked, the greater the intrusion she caused to Song Nianqing's state of mind. .

Song Nianqing didn't take the sword, but only took out the sword. Wasn't he paying silent attention to the woman? "

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"Good! Good! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

The audience in the audience began to cheer and applaud.

"Master Su said every fight was so exciting. Even a third-level rookie like me, 5.1, can feel countless swords and swords flashing across my eyes!"

"Song Nianqing, the old horse in blue, and Shengxueluo leader in white! No matter how you look at it, His Royal Highness looks like a superfluous mascot."

"I always feel that Leader Luo is putting too much trust in this, and will he suffer a loss? I'm really worried about her!"

"The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is, and it makes him laugh so hard."

"You...why are you so rude? You are a rude person!"

"Come on, don't take advantage of what Host Su said and act crazy here. What I hate the most is you hypocrites. Don't you want us to go out and have a fight after listening to the book!?"

"Just hit!"

Although there was a verbal dispute, no one was willing to stand up from their seat in the Tianxia Tea House and walk out. Even the date for a fight was not arranged until after the story-telling was completed.

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Chapter 212 Why do women need to be so domineering? [Please order for complete order, please customize]

"When Song Nianqing was gathering momentum, he looked at the woman of unknown origin. The three swords hanging in the sky were named after the heaven, the right place, the right place, and the right person. 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.

Song Nianqing forged a sword every time he learned a move. Over the years, he worked tirelessly to make swords and raise them. Each of the fourteen swords was made with a lot of effort and supplemented by original sword moves. They are all well-deserved 'new swords'. .

It is truly unprecedented. If our enemies in the same realm take it lightly, they will definitely suffer big losses.

Song Nianqing originally hoped to acquire twenty swords in this life and leave the final battle to Deng Tai'a or Wang Xianzhi. However, it was difficult to disobey the emperor's order, so he had to break through the barrier and walk around the world with his sword in Qingyi. However, at first he did not feel that the Northern Liang prince If you can afford fourteen swords, if you have five or six swords, the situation is almost settled.

Song Nianqing's eyes widened suddenly.

'The right time, right place, right people, and everything are given to you, so what's the problem? '

The woman in white sneered, and her Qi poured into the three swords like a flood. The purple, yellow, and white sword Qi in her palms as thick as an arm lingered crazily. The three swords' long and hearty roars suddenly turned into ten wails, and the hungry man was full.

Eating is a happy thing, but once you are starved to death, you will be extremely happy and miserable.

The three shocking and chaotic sword auras suddenly disappeared. "

"Song Nianqing exclaimed: 'What a celestial realm, so good!'

The distance between the two was only seven or eight feet. The leader of the Jianchi Sect was not angry but smiled. He closed his eyes, put his fingers together and lightly rubbed the Zhaodan sword across his chest, and murmured to himself: "Old brother, let's go." The death of the Seven Swordsmen in front of you is not an injustice. '

Luoyang clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Dongyue Jianchi has hundreds of years of foundation, and this is all it takes?" '

Song Nianqing didn't open his eyes, but smiled casually and said: "Let's see the old man holding up a lantern and looking at the country." '

The old man in blue shirt held out his sword, and the next scene was far from shocking. In the eyes of a layman, it would only be considered ridiculous.

Like a child who has just started to practice swordsmanship, he can't handle it very well!..'Shuo 8.;09";178,:,7;.6?',1';Zhuanjun";Yangzhong Heavy sword, barely holding the sword, staggering around, steps chaotic, sword force twisted.

Although the body shape and sword moves were chaotic, the speed was extremely fast, and the distance of seven or eight zhang was reduced to a short distance of two swords in the blink of an eye.

When people in the world practice swords, the famous masters of the seniors will tell them earnestly not to be controlled by the sword. Such swordsmanship will not be successful.

Song Nianqing, who was considered one of the few great masters of swordsmanship, did the opposite. He followed the sword and did not have the majestic sword power of a bullfight, nor the majestic and upright sword intention, just like this.

He came to Luoyang crookedly. "

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"'Is this what Dongyue Jianchi is capable of?' This is too outrageous to say, and it shows off its domineering power!"

"It's absolutely amazing, and there's also the saying, 'What's the point of giving it to you at the right time and place?' Oh my god, the leader of Luoyang is so good. I think I'm going to fall in love with him too."

"Emperor Qin is confused! Xu Fengnian is confused! What kind of ginger paste do you like? Isn't this a perfect match?"

"I have one thing to say, if I were His Royal Highness, I would definitely choose Luoyang! What more could a husband ask for when he has such a wife?"

"Look at your pursuits. Only children make choices. I am already an adult and I want them all!"

"Ah, yes, yes, you are right, let's see if Cao Changqing and Luoyang can cut you into half!"

"It's okay, just pretend I didn't say it."

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"Luoyang frowned and clapped out with one hand.

Under the influence of Zhaodanjian, Song Nianqing managed to avoid Luoyang's slap, and the sword pointed towards her shoulder.

Luoyang left the central axis of the street for the first time, took a step laterally, and pinched the tip of Zhaodan's sword with both fingers.

Without waiting for Luoyang to apply his strength, the tip of the sword twisted. Song Nianqing then spun around, and a gorgeous sword flower bloomed. Luoyang flicked his finger, but Song Nianqing withdrew the sword again, turning upside down.

After half a circle, he aimed a sword at Luoyang's back.

Luoyang stopped taking action this time, his feet did not move, and his body fell backwards. The sword had clearly failed, but the sword energy exploded like firecrackers where Luoyang fell.

Luoyang's feet were always planted on the ground, but by turning his body to the left, he could barely avoid the sword energy from the antelope's horns. However, Song Nianqing had the upper hand and was not merciful. He used his long sword to attack him wildly. For a moment, the two of them were surrounded by sword energy. It's like the clouds are steaming, making people dizzy. "

"Luoyang finally took a step forward, and the bold sword energy in Song Nianqing's hand began to show its majesty. The ground of the street and the buildings on both sides of the street were smashed to pieces, and there was a commotion everywhere.

Luoyang stopped and walked, letting the majestic sword energy rage, and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no trace, but in fact it follows the dragon veins of the world. It can be regarded as touching the threshold of the celestial realm." '

The two restored Luoyang according to the Northern Song Nianqing's position in the South.

The white-clothed female demon who disrupted the two rivers and lakes in Beimang and Liyang held a sword with one hand and stabbed her neck. Song Nianqing suddenly opened her eyes and stared, shouted angrily, stepped forward with one step, and pushed the sword tip forward three feet. Luoyang looked calm and stepped back. With one small step, the tip of the sword was no more than two feet away from her neck.

The abundant Gang Qi coming out of the sword ruffled her temples, two strands of green hair fluttered back, and the cuffs of the sword made a buzzing sound. "

"Luoyang, who was not at all panicked, ignored the blood flowing on his palms.