When Zhang Yange rushed forward, the three swords above his head were melted by his golden light!

Not only sword energy! And the sword body!

Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and three sharp swords that were only half of their original length stabbed at Zhang Yange at the same time, doing the dying struggle.

Zhang Yange raised his hand to divide the mane of the wild horse, and lightly held the three flying swords at the end of the strong crossbow in his hand, and continued to stride forward.

But instead of cutting off his vitality in the palm of his hand, the sword qi sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, thriving.

Zhang Yange noticed that the three broken swords in his hand did not stop, as if he wanted to give himself a scene of a snake swallowing an elephant.

He opened his mouth and shouted, "Pardon!"

Boom Boom!

Three thunderbolts in the sky fell on the broken sword impartially.

Since then, there has been no reaction from the broken sword.

Zhang Yange will break the sword *** in the sand.

Rush forward!

Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a sword spike hanging on the fourteen swords, and the sword body was as clear as a mirror, so he named it Zhaogu.

When he climbed the Wudi City with twelve swords, Song Nianqing was just a rookie in the sword forest who had just entered the rivers and lakes, and Wang Xianzhi was already recognized as the first person in the world, but how could Song Nianqing take half a step back?

A sword in his hand is the first sword cast by Song Nianqing after his retreat, and every swordsman is a swordsmith, and he has to cast a sword in the sword furnace to make a sword.

Although the sword pool has accumulated tens of millions of swords, it is only used to remember the ancestors and remember the predecessors, since the beginning of Song Nianqing, the sword pool has not allowed any descendants of the sect to worship the past and degrade the present, which has led to many kendo visitors invariably sending out the feeling that there is no ancient sword in the sword pool now.

Song Nianqing was bold in his hand, full of pride, and his sword heart became clearer and clearer.

The three swords that were melted away by Zhang Yange were named Tianshi, Place, and Renhe respectively, and they were specially used to target Xuanxuan and even the masters of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm.

You can forcibly absorb the qi, and when you are strong, you will be stronger, and the more frustrated you are, the more courageous you are. But who knew that the golden light on Zhang Yange's body would be dissolved.

Song Nianqing casts a sword every time he realizes a move, and he has been working hard to forge swords and raise swords over the years.

Each sword has poured a lot of effort, supplemented by original sword moves, all of which are well-deserved freshly baked new swords, which can really be described as unprecedented, if the opponent in the same realm takes it lightly, it will definitely suffer a big loss.

Zhang Yange made this appearance with him, which somewhat surprised Song Nianqing.

"Zhang Shaoxia, let's come on."

"Hmm." Zhang Yange laughed and nodded.

He is still seven or eight feet away from Song Nianqing!

Song Nianqing handed over the sword and walked out, the next scene was not earth-shattering, and in the eyes of the layman, he would only think it was funny and ridiculous, just like a child who had just started to practice swords, he couldn't afford to carry the heavy sword in his hand, he barely staggered with the sword, his steps were chaotic, and his sword was distorted.

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

When people practice swords, the famous teachers of the predecessors will tell them not to be controlled by the sword, and that kind of swordsmanship will not become a climate.

Song Nianqing, who has been counted as one of the few great masters of the sword, did the opposite, people followed the sword, there was no magnificent sword gang of angry bullfighting, there was no heroic sword intent, so he came to Zhang Yange crookedly.

But it was this sword that made the rampaging Zhang Yange stop.

Song Nianqing's figure swirled, and a brilliant sword flower bloomed.

Zhang Yange broke it with a block!

Song Nianqing withdrew his sword again, turned it upside down and turned around half a circle, and turned a sword towards Zhang Yange's back.

Zhang Yange improvised, since Song Nianqing walked with the sword, Zhang Yange painted the tiger according to the cat, and the person walked directly with the fist!

Song Nianqing praised it in her heart.

But Song Nianqing didn't mean to let him go, the long sword was bold, and for a while, the sword qi around the two of them was vertical and horizontal, like a cloud steaming and cloudy, which made people dizzy.

The sword qi of Zhao Courage also began to be revealed, and the yellow sand on the ground was rolled up, and it became a terrifying sandstorm in an instant.

At this time, Zhang Yange's Tai Chi no longer needs any starting style, and any move is to keep the twist.

His left hand is gentle

Like the wind, the right hand bursts like fire!

Tear your hands at the sandstorm!

In an instant, the sky is clear, and the wind and waves are calm!

However, the corners of Zhang Yange's mouth were oozing blood, and the remaining sword qi was raging, but it was like itching to Zhang Yange.

"Zhang Shaoxia, this is the threshold of the Celestial Realm." Song Nianqing opened his mouth and said.

Zhang Yange looked at the distance between the two of them that was less than five feet and smiled.

Song Nianqing suddenly opened his eyes and stared, shouted angrily, stepped out, the tip of the sword advanced three feet forward, Zhang Yange took a small step back with a calm expression, and the tip of the sword was only two feet away from his neck.

The abundant qi that came out of the sword blew his black hair back and hunted with the cuffs of his sword.

Zhang Yange, who was not the slightest bit flustered, ignored it.

But the golden light on his body was already dark.

Zhang Yange stretched out his hand and pinched the Zhao Dan Sword, and the golden light in his hand exploded.

In an instant, the blood did not stop, and Zhang Yange punched with his other hand.

The fist belt thundered and hit Song Nianqing's heart fiercely.

Song Nianqing vomited blood at the corner of his mouth, and the long sword shook away from Zhang Yan's singer.

Zhang Yange punched the sword of Zhao's gall, and Song Nianqing used the broken sword to leave a scar on Zhang Yange's heart.

Both of them lose!

But they looked at each other and laughed...

"Yan Ge, I, Song Nianqing, can't I get acquainted with you earlier." Song Nianqing said sincerely.

"It's not too late to get acquainted, Brother Song."

Song Nianqing pulled out a sword from the old horse.

"This is the fourteenth sword, but it's not my sword! This is what the emperor gave me, and this sword will not come out." Song Nianqing said.

"There are six swords for my brother! I'll give you five swords first!"

Song Nianqing looked up at the gray sky, and the afterglow was wiped together on the five swords hanging on horseback, the swords were not out of the sheath, the two swords were on the ground, and the three swords were suspended in the air, falling in all directions at will, seemingly chaotic.

"Yan Ge, let me take a look at your sword."

Zhang Yange took a deep breath.

The sword is unsheathed!

The sword aura soared into the sky, and the ink-like sword gang was very scary.

"It's the smell of Li Chungang." Song Nianqing laughed.

Zhang Yange understood what he was going to do at this time, and saw Zhang Yange sword like a dragon, fighting with the five swords.

Song Nianqing raised his head and laughed, he was bleeding nonstop.

In the middle of the day, Zhang Yange stopped his sword, and the five swords were scattered all over the ground.

There is not a single grain of yellow sand around!

"Yan Ge! After seeing you, I felt something in my heart, and the fifteenth sword was in my heart. Miss Chen's jar of chili peppers made the old man realize the fifteenth sword!

I, Song Nianqing, am the fifteenth sword!"

Song Nianqing stepped on the ground and began to run wildly.

The last sword is also the last time to go through the rivers and lakes.

Zhang Yange was a little helpless, this fifteenth sword was really terrifying.

However, the Zhuxian Sword stabbed out indomitable.

In the end, Song Nianqing's finger stopped on Zhang Yange's forehead.

"Yan Ge, I, Song Nianqing, really can't kill you!"

Song Nianqing's qi machine flowed for 800 miles in an instant, and the three kinds of magic of King Kong, Zhixuan, and celestial phenomena were cast in a furnace, making it clear that this was a sword that would die.

But it wasn't Zhang Yange who died, but him Song Nianqing!