Journey to the Heavens from Wudang

"Zhang Shaoxia, did you behead a banished immortal some time ago?" Song Nianqing asked.

The old man was never idle along the way, always asking questions.

Zhang Yange didn't bother to answer fluently.

The place Song Nianqing chose turned out to be the ruins of a small town, which was blown into ruins by Zhang Yange's practice of lightning control.

"It's here?"

"It's here." Zhang Yange pointed.

"Why do you want to move those people away?" Song Nianqing asked again.

"If they stay here, they won't be able to survive." Zhang Yange said as a matter of course, "Since you are a hero, you must do your best."

"Do your best..." Song Nianqing muttered to himself. "Zhang Shaoxia, I have a disciple named Li Yibai."

"I recognize him." Zhang Yange nodded with a smile, "I met him when I first traveled with Xu Fengnian."

At that time they saw a honest and honest man fighting for justice, his moves were simple and not fancy, at that time Xu Fengnian didn't think it was such a superb swordsmanship, they only thought that this guy was good at skills and not too airy, only afterwards did he know that he was expected to sit on the sword Kendo Toshihiko, the top spot in Kenchi.

But Zhang Yange was full of praise for his swordsmanship.

At that time, if he hadn't been in a hurry, Zhang Yange would most likely want to compete with him.

"That's all right." Song Nianqing said with a smile.

Hearing these words Zhang Yange frowned slightly, Song Nianqing smiled and said, "Zhang Shaoxia, right here!"

"En!" Zhang Yange nodded.

To be honest, the two of them are quite different in age, but they really feel a little sympathetic to each other.

However, Song Nianqing had too many burdens on his shoulders, so he had reasons to take action.

Although Zhang Yange had a good temper, he didn't think that if a good person wanted to kill him, he really didn't want his life.

So this is a battle of life and death that should not have happened, but has to be fought.

Before Song Nianqing could strike the sword, Zhang Yange struck first.

There was no hesitation in this punch, and he directly blasted it with all his strength.

"Senior Song, since you want to divide life and death, don't have any scruples."

"I still want to tell you this." Song Nianqing stretched out his sword.

The first one, greetings!

Song Nianqing took out a sword from the old horse, and lightly drew an arc towards Zhang Yange's fist.

Today's sword is much more powerful than that day's.

The half-arc sword directly hit Zhang Yange's fist.

The fist gang was cut open like tofu.

But the cut fist suddenly didn't slow down at all, and still blasted towards Song Nianqing, and the half-arc sword was caught by the golden light on Zhang Yange's body.

Song Nianqing's first sword strike was more about courteous than fighting. It was like the sword pool's custom of welcoming guests first with courtesy first and then with soldiers.

In addition to asking for courtesy, this sword also has the meaning of testing the strength of the opponent.As long as the opponent fights hard, you can accurately infer the depth of the opponent's realm, but you can clearly know what the opponent's cultivation level is above, then the second sword and the third sword will definitely not be lower than this, which is more beneficial Because his sword heart is transparent.

But Zhang Yange took it directly with golden light, making Song Nianqing's plan come to naught.The old man swung his sword across and caught Zhang Yange's fist that was cut in half.

He immediately drew his second sword.

The name of the second sword is Baishou, Baishou is inescapable for everyone in the world, the sword and sword energy are already separated when they come out of the sheath, breaking only one of them is irrelevant to the overall situation.

Zhang Yange's method of defeating the enemy is very similar to Nangong's.

I saw him pinching the sword and scabbard with his bare hands, and the sword energy above them burst instantly.The scattered sword energy cut the nearby ruined building in half like cutting tofu.

Zhang Yange thought he took it, but suddenly the sword energy on the scabbard was transferred to the sword!

The sword energy on the sword soared for more than ten feet, thick as the mouth of a bowl, trailing like a comet, with a domineering momentum.

Zhang Yange wanted to curse, but the most important thing at this moment was to receive the sword.

I saw him punching slowly with one hand.

Seemingly playing around with the sword energy.

With a bang, the sword energy was actually struck back by him.

Song Nianqing didn't expect Zhang Yange to have this kind of ability, so he picked up the old horse and retreated more than ten feet.

I saw a deep chasm drawn in the desert.

Xu Xiao, who was watching the battle from a distance, said with a smile, "This is really fun!"

He was purely a layman watching the fun, Xu Yanbing said, "My lord, it was Mr. Zhang's punch that was the most powerful."

"Anyway, it's fucking enjoyable to watch." Xu Xiao laughed loudly.

Pei Nanwei and Chen Yu were naturally very worried. Nangong said, "It's useless to worry. He is a fighting genius. I'm [-]% sure that he will win this battle."

"Is it too little?" Pei Nanwei asked.

"A lot, at first I thought he was going to die." Nangong said, "I almost ordered a coffin for him!"

Song Nianqing threw the old horse down.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, the soles of his feet were only a few inches away from the ground, and he drew a deep line in the desert under his feet, and moved forward for more than a foot.

After he stopped, he twisted the toes of his feet, and the soles of the brand-new green plain shoes slid on the desert, bringing up a burst of dust. After holding the sword with his left hand, his right hand first held the sword in front of his chest, and then pointed it downwards. The tip changes from down to up.

This flirt met the sword energy that Zhang Yange was calling.

The long sword in Song Nianqing's hand gradually bent, bit by bit, turning into a collapsed sword style. The tip of the sword was not too high. With a soft drink, he actually picked up this river-like sword energy over the top of his head and fell into the desert in an instant. Just smashed a bottomless pit.

The surrounding quicksand quickly flowed into the deep pit.

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.

The third and fourth swords come out together!

As soon as the two swords were released, it was as if the morning bell and evening drum sounded, and the morning came to strike the bell and the night to beat the drum, and the sound of the drum killed the bell and stunned the soul.

These two swords are Song Nianqing who quietly set foot in the rivers and lakes 20 years ago, stayed in an unknown ancient temple when he traveled around, and realized it after hearing the morning bells and evening drums.

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

Zhang Yange was full of diamond power, and rushed towards Song Nianqing.

There were continuous bangs and cracks in front of him, and the place he passed was devastated 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 Zhang Yange walked all the way, what is this little noisy sound of bells, drums and swords?
Song Nianqing's two swords finally couldn't withstand the impact of the sword energy rebounding with a force of ten thousand jun, and the two swords broke and fell to the ground.Song Nianqing did not turn around to take the sword from the horse's back, but drew the sword formula, and the handprint sword formula was like Buddha and Tao.

The control sword was unsheathed, and the three long swords were unsheathed one by one, jumping up from the horse's back one after another, like a rainbow falling on Zhang Yange'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.

Zhang Yange's body shone with golden light, like a scorching sun.

He rushed over unreasonably, with every step flying sand and rocks, and the wind was strong!