Journey to the Heavens from Wudang

Chapter 305: People Are Swords!
When Zhang Yange charged forward, the three swords above his head were melted away by his golden light!
Not only sword energy!And the blade!
Song Nianqing pressed down with both hands, and three sharp swords that were only half the original length stabbed at Zhang Yange at the same time, doing that dying struggle.

Zhang Yange raised his hand to split the mane of the wild horse. He lightly held the three flying swords in his hand, and continued to stride forward.

But the three swords in his palm not only didn't cut off the vitality, but the sword energy grew vigorously like mushrooms after rain.

Zhang Yange noticed that the three broken swords were still in his hands, as if he wanted to give himself a scene of a snake swallowing an elephant.

He shouted, "Forgiveness!"

Boom boom boom!
Three thunderbolts from the sky landed on the broken sword impartially.

Since then, there has been no response from Broken Sword.

Zhang Yange stuck the broken sword into the sand.

Go ahead!
Song Nianqing took down the only long sword with a tassel hanging from the fourteen swords. The blade 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 brave sword in his hand is the first sword that Song Nianqing personally forged after retreating. Every swordsman is a swordsmith, and he has to forge swords in the sword furnace to make sabers.

Although there are tens of thousands of swords piled up in the sword pool, they are 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 demote the present. The emotion of the sword.

With courage in hand, Song Nianqing was full of arrogance, and the heart of the sword became clearer and clearer.

The three swords first melted by Zhang Yange were respectively named Tianshi, Geli, and Renhe, and they were specially used to target Xuan Zhixuan and even masters of the Celestial Phenomena Realm.

You can forcibly absorb energy, and when you are strong, you will become stronger, and the more frustrated you become, the more courageous you will be.But how did he know that the golden light covering Zhang Yange's body melted away.

Every time Song Nianqing realized a move, she forged a sword. These years, she worked tirelessly in forging and cultivating swords.

A lot of painstaking effort has been devoted to each sword, supplemented by original sword moves, all of which are well-deserved freshly released swords. They are truly unprecedented.

Song Nianqing was somewhat surprised by Zhang Yange's fight with him like this.

"Zhang Shaoxia, let's continue."

"En." Zhang Yange laughed and nodded.

He is seven or eight feet away from Song Nianqing!
Song Nianqing handed out the sword, and the next scene was far from earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. In the eyes of laymen, they would only think it was ridiculous, like a child who just started practicing swords. The sword staggered, its steps were chaotic, and the sword was 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 counted as one of the few great masters of swordsmanship, did the opposite. He walked with the sword, without the majestic and majestic sword, without the majestic and upright sword intent, so he came crookedly in front of Zhang Yange.

But it was this sword that stopped the rampaging Zhang Yange.

Song Nianqing spun along with her figure, and a gorgeous sword flower bloomed.

Zhang Yange smashed it by moving the barrier!
Song Nianqing withdrew his sword again, circled half a circle upside down, and slashed at Zhang Yange's back.

Zhang Yange adapts accordingly, since Song Nianqing's people follow the sword, Zhang Yange will follow the cat and draw the tiger, and directly follow the fist!

Song Nianqing praised it in his heart.

But Song Nianqing didn't intend to let him go, the long sword was swaying, and the two of them were surrounded by swords, like clouds and clouds, making people dizzy.

The sword energy of Zhaodan also began to emerge, and the yellow sand on the ground was rolled up, turning into a terrifying sandstorm in an instant.

At this time, Zhang Yange's Taijiquan no longer needed any starting moves, and any moves he made were just sticking to them.

His left hand is as soft as the wind, and his right hand bursts like fire!

Tear the sandstorm fiercely with both hands!
In an instant, the sky is clear and the sea is calm!
However, blood oozes from the corner of Zhang Yange's mouth, and the remaining sword energy is raging, but to Zhang Yange, it feels like itching.

"Zhang Shaoxia, this is the threshold of the Celestial Realm." Song Nianqing said.

Zhang Yange laughed seeing the distance between the two of them less than five feet.

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

The abundant qi coming out of the sword blew his black hair and fluttered back, and the cuffs of the sword were rattling.

Zhang Yange, who was not in the slightest panic, ignored her.

But the golden light on his body has dimmed.

Zhang Yange stretched out his hand to hold the Zhaodan sword, and the golden light in his hand exploded.

Immediately, the blood flowed continuously, and Zhang Yange punched with the other hand.

With a thunderbolt, the fist hit Song Nianqing's heart fiercely.

Song Nianqing vomited blood from the corner of his mouth, and the long sword was shaken away from Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yange punched the broken sword, and Song Nianqing left a scar on Zhang Yange's heart with the broken sword.

Both of them will suffer!

They looked at each other and laughed...

"Yan Ge, I, Song Nianqing, wish I could have known you earlier." Song Nianqing said sincerely.

"It's not too late to know each other now, Brother Song."

Song Nianqing drew a sword from the old horse.

"This is No.14 sword, but it's not my sword! It was given to me by the emperor, so this sword will never be released." Song Nianqing said.

"I still have six swords for my brother! Let me show you five swords first!"

Song Nianqing looked up at the gray sky, and from the corner of his eye, he wiped the five swords hanging on the horse's back together. The swords were out of their sheaths, two swords touched the ground, and three swords hung in the air, falling randomly in all directions, seemingly chaotic.

"Yan Ge, let me see your sword."

Zhang Yange took a deep breath.

The Sword of Immortal Execution is out of its sheath!
The sword energy soared into the sky, and the ink-like sword gang was very scary.

"It smells like Li Chungang." Song Nianqing laughed.

Zhang Yange now understood what he was going to do, and saw Zhang Yange's sword as strong as a dragon, fighting with the five swords.

Song Nianqing raised his head and laughed, his seven orifices were bleeding profusely.

Zhang Yange stopped his sword for a while, and the five swords scattered all over the ground.

There is no more grain of yellow sand around!
"Yan Ge! After seeing you, I felt something in my heart, and the No.15 sword was in my heart. Miss Chen's jar of chili made the old man realize the No.15 sword!
I, Song Nianqing, is the No.15 sword! "

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

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

Zhang Yange was a little helpless, this No.15 sword was truly terrifying.

But Zhu Xianjian stabbed out without hesitation.

Finally Song Nianqing's fingers rested on Zhang Yange's forehead.

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

Song Nianqing's qi flowed for eight hundred miles in an instant, and the three mysteries of Vajra, Zhixuan, and Celestial Phenomenon were fused in one furnace, which clearly proved that this was a sword that would surely kill him.

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

　The third more...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)