Chapter 081 – How can a woman be so domineering?

The sword and sword qi seemed like a painter spilling ink in capital letters.

Sword qi is so abundant that Song Nianqing’s second sword has already been crushed into pieces without waiting for it to approach. Song Nianqing does not retreat, the soles of the feet from the ground but a few inches, broken forward more than a zhang, after stopping the figure of both feet toes twisted, the pair of brand-new green vegan shoes soles on the ground slip with a burst of soil, the left hand of a sword negative, the right hand first hold the sword in front of the chest, and then a little bit downward, the tip of the sword and then downward into a lift, this lift sword against the bottom of that group of sword qi, Song Nianqing hands of the longsword gradually bending, a little bit of a tough turn into a Avalanche sword style, the tip of the sword is not high enough to reach the head, and with a light cry, he actually picked this cohesive mass of sword astral over the top of his head backward, and landed on the street, smashing out a deep, bottomless pit. The sword pool patriarch’s sword did not straighten, always maintain a slightly curved collapsed sword posture, let go and abandoned the sword, not waiting for the long sword down, the left hand sword sword tip hit in the hovering air in the middle of the long sword, clanging, as a sudden ringing of the temple morning bells, mellifluous and loud, Luoyang is not in a hurry to move forward, stretching his arm with a wave of his hand to intercept the sword sword knocking each other shot a wisp of sword qi, Song Nianqing quickly changed straight into a horizontal knocking, the second sound such as the The second sound was as loud as a drum in the evening, dull to the extreme. Towards the clock to hit the drum at night, the sound of the drum to kill the bell soul, this two-handed sword, is Song Nianqing twenty years ago quietly set foot in the jianghu, traveling around the four quarters of the time to stay in a nameless temple, heard the morning bells and twilight drums and realize. Song Nianqing repeats the boring and tedious banging, without stopping, instantly is one hundred and eight times. Luo Yang always straight ahead, to later even raise their hands are stingy, in front of her came constantly thumping and cracking sound, where they passed, by the bells and drums and swords destroyed all over the place. The original allegory of sending drums to listen to the sound, when the speed of return, shall not violate the prohibition.

But since Luoyang can twice kill through the North Mang alone, small noisy bells and drums and swords sound counts for what?

Song Nianqing double sword finally can not survive the force of thousands of pounds of knocking, double sword broken landing, Song Nianqing did not return to take the sword from the horse, but pinch the sword trick, hand seal sword trick seems to be like Buddha seems to be the way. Harness the sword out of the sheath, three long swords in turn out of the sheath, from the horseback side have jumped up, such as a long rainbow fell on the top of Luoyang. Song Nianqing’s beard and hair were all open, his green shirt and big sleeves fluttered violently, and his feet were plunged into the ground by a foot. Luo Yang is simply unselfconscious to the point of incomprehensibility, hands behind the back, a foot down, stepping on the broken green stone boards, rubble flared, with Dunhuang City Deng Tai’a battle the first hand as the same, but at that time it was the foot on the ground, shaking up the rain droplets millions of drops to make a thousand white swords, every time a sword stabbing head-on, just a few feet away from her by a stone ejection deflection, Luo Yang thirty steps between the three swords has been no avail for more than sixty times, the tip of the sword The tip of the sword has long been broken, the distance between her and Song Nianqing has been shortened to less than ten feet.

Song Nianqing hands down a press, three length only half of the original sword at the same time stabbing Luo Yang, do that dying struggle, Luo Yang a hand flicked over, lightly to the end of the three flying swords in the palm of the hand, continue to move forward slowly, just different from the first sword that she crushed the sword tire on the spot, the three swords in the palm of her hand instead of cutting off the life, instead of the sword as if the rain is like a bamboo shoots, thrive and grow, Luoyang slowly look down, and the first sword in her hand, the first sword in her hand. Even when he noticed the sight of a snake swallowing an elephant in the palm of his hand, there was no response, the three sword sword qi her palm sprouted and took root, Song Nianqing squinted her eyes and snapped her fingers, the old horse was familiar with the owner’s habits, lightly stepped on the hooves, and came to the side of the aging old man.

Song Nianqing took down the only long sword among the fourteen swords that had a spike hanging from it, the sword body was as clear and bright as a mirror, hence the name Shougong. Back then with twelve swords on the floor of the Wudi City, Song Nianqing is only the first to enter the jianghu sword forest rookie, and Wang Xianzhi has been recognized as the world’s first person, but Song Nianqing is not ever half a step back? Hands shine gall a sword, is Song Nianqing closed after personally casting the first sword, every swordsman is a sword maker, they have to cast their own sword in the sword furnace to do the sword, although the sword pool piles up millions of swords, but that’s only used as a remembrance of forefathers memorial predecessors, the sword pool since the beginning of Song Nianqing, not allowed to the clan of any descendants of the ancient disparagement of the present, which is why a number of visitors to the sword Road coincidentally issued a “pool of the sword now! There are many visitors to the sword path who have coincidentally voiced the sentiment that “the sword pool now has no ancient swords”. Song Nianqing, with the gall in his hand, was so proud of himself that his sword heart became clearer and clearer. The white woman steps forward, looks like not have taken the initiative to strike, is forced by the situation, but Song Nianqing heart is not easy, her steps do not stop, the more leisurely walk, to Song Nianqing caused by the state of mind of the intrusion of the greater, Song Nianqing does not take it sword, only to take down the gall bladder, is not the woman’s silent attention.

When Song Nianqing builds up momentum, looking towards the woman of unknown origin, previously hanging rainbow in the air three swords were named Tianshiming, is specifically used to target the finger Xuan or even Tianxiang realm masters, can be forced to draw on the qi, when strong is strong, the more frustrated, the more courageous. Song Nianqing every comprehension of a move will cast a sword, these years casting the sword to raise the sword diligently and unremittingly, fourteen swords, each sword are pouring a lot of effort, supplemented by original sword moves, are deservedly fresh out of the oven “new sword”, really can be said to be the front of no one, if the same realm of the enemy to take it lightly, will certainly have to eat a big loss. Song Nianqing originally hoped to raise enough twenty swords in this life, and then the last battle will be left to Deng Ta’a or Wang Xianzhi, just the emperor’s order is difficult to disobey, only to break out of the gate, the green shirt with a sword to go on the river, but at first do not think that the Northern Liang Shizi take up fourteen swords, there are five or six swords on the almost finalized the situation.

Song Nianqing suddenly wide-eyed.

“The time, place and people, all to you and what’s the harm?”

The woman in white sneered, qi like a flood pouring three swords, between the palms of the hand as thick as the arm of the purple yellow and white sword qi crazy lingering, three swords hearty long sound suddenly turned into a wail, the hungry man full of food, is a quick thing a pile, but once alive to hold up dead is the joy of sorrow.

Three shocking flurry of sword Qi suddenly dissipated.

Song Nianqing marveled, “What a heavenly image realm, well well well!”

The two of them were only seven or eight feet away from each other, the Sword Pond Patriarch smiled instead of being angry, closed his eyes, and wiped his joined fingers gently over the Shining Gall Bladder Sword that was placed across his chest, and murmured, “Old brother, the seven swords that walked in front of you didn’t die a wrongful death.”

Luo Yang clapped his hands and laughed, “Dong Yue Sword Pool has hundreds of years of heritage, but this is all you have?”

Song Nianqing didn’t open his eyes and laughed, “Let’s watch the old man carry a lamp and look at the rivers and mountains.”

The green shirt old man handed the sword out, the next scene can not talk about shocking heaven and earth and weeping God, fell in the eyes of the layman, will only think that funny and ridiculous, like a child who just started practicing the sword, not very carry up the hands of the heavy sword, barely carry the sword staggering mess walk, the pace of the confusion, the sword posture distortion. Although the figure and the sword moves chaotic, but the speed is extremely fast, seven or eight feet away from the blink of an eye narrowed to a short distance of two swords. The world’s sword practice, the former masters will be bitterly urged not to be driven by the sword, that the sword art can not become the climate. Song Nianqing has been counted as one of the few great masters of the sword Dao, but the opposite, people follow the sword, there is no air rushing the magnificent sword astral, there is no vast and righteous sword intent, just like this crookedly came to the front of the Luo Yang.

Luo Yang frowned and slapped out with one hand.

Song Nianqing, under the pull of the Illuminating Gallbladder Sword, surprisingly dodged Luo Yang’s slap, and the blade of the sword picked at her shoulder. Luo Yang for the first time to leave the street axis straight line, step out horizontally, two fingers pinch the tip of the bile sword, not waiting for Luo Yang stacking force, the tip of the sword twisted, Song Nianqing with the figure of a spin, bloomed a gorgeous sword flower, Luo Yang flexed his fingers, Song Nianqing, however, withdrew the sword, upside down in half a circle, towards the back of the back of the Luo Yang is a sword, Luo Yang this time no longer out of the hand, feet do not move, the body fell backward, that the sword is clearly already empty, but the sword gas is in the back of Luo Yang’s back. Sword gas but in Luoyang fell like a firecracker explosion, Luoyang feet always landing roots, but the body to the left turn, can avoid that antelope hanging corner of a group of sword gas, but Song Nianqing gained the momentum is not forgiving, the long sword according to the courage to stir up barbarism, a time of the two people around the sword gas vertical and horizontal, like the cloud steam, let a person dazzled.

Luo Yang finally moved out a step, Song Nianqing hand Zhaodian sword qi also began to show, the street ground and street side buildings were churned countless, dust and clamor in all directions.

Luo Yang walked and stopped, let the majestic sword qi rampage, laughed: “seemingly untraceable, but actually follow the world’s dragon vein meandering, is also considered to touch the threshold of the heavenly image realm.”

The two resumed Luoyang according to the north Song Nianqing in the south.

This disruption of the North Mang Liyang two rivers and lakes of the female devil in white clenched in one hand to stab the neck of a sword, Song Nianqing snapped open his eyes and stared, angrily shouted, a step forward, the tip of the sword forward three feet, Luoyang calmly back a small step, the tip of the sword is only two feet away from her neck. Through the sword and out of the abundant astral energy blowing her temples two strands of green silk fluttering backward, holding the sword cuffs hunting sound. Luo Yang, who was not half panicked, ignored the blood flowing from his hand, looked straight at Song Nianqing, and laughed out, “Where did you get so many Finger Xuan Killing Heavenly Signs, get lost!”

Luo Yang clenched his sword blade and pushed back, Song Nianqing who refused to abandon his sword was slammed in his heart by the sword hilt, Luo Yang seemed annoyed at his insensitivity, and kicked the green-shirted old man hard in the chest.

The cloth shoes were worn thin by the ground, and Song Nianqing, whose feet were off the ground, held his human sword almost level, and pushed the tip of the sword toward the white-clothed woman’s neck to a distance of two feet.

“Let you get an inch better.”

Luo Yang even carried the tip of the sword to his neck to move closer to a foot, the corner of his mouth coldly smiled, and then a palm raised and slapped down, directly using the palm of his hand to cut off the long sword Zhaobian.

Since the sword broke, Song Nianqing had to retreat.

Luo Yang didn’t even bother to beat the fallen dog, casually throwing away half of the sword, letting Song Nianqing swept back to the old horse near the hanging sword.

Song Nianqing was struck in the heart by the hilt of the sword, coupled with a kick, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, trying his best to stabilize his qi.

The old man’s face was unbelievable.

If he had been in such a sorry state against the number one in the world, Wang Xianzhi, how could a young woman who was unknown in the Jianghu be so domineering?

Or is it that he is too ignorant and uninformed?

It was the next sentence of that woman in white that really made Song Nianqing unable to hold back his anger, the old man who occupied a place in the entire world’s sword path couldn’t do anything to calm his heart even with his best qi nourishing kung fu.

“I’ll teach you to use the sword.”