Ye Qi cut off the white head with a sword, but the sword force did not stop. His white clothes were faster than Song Nianqing's second flying sword. When the white headed sword energy dissipated, it was less than three feet away from the other party.

"What aerospace."

Although Song Nianqing was shocked, the other party could not allow him to think too much with his sword. He slapped the horse's back and three flying swords flew out, one purple, one red, one basket and three sword energy intertwined, shaped like a dragon coming out of the sea, stirring the air and strangling towards Ye Qi.

Ye Qi's sword style remains unchanged. The aura in front of the ancient sword in his hand becomes gentle, the space becomes muddy. The three flying swords were pulled under the sword by the qi. The ancient sword emitted a sword roar and then slashed.

The three flying swords were immediately emptied and turned into pieces.

However, because of destroying the three swords, Ye Qi stopped in the sword style. At this time, the two were less than two feet apart.

Song Nianqing no longer had the idea of ​​killing the other party's head easily, but he became interested in the swordsman who could kill his own flying swords even if he could use his sword to reach the first grade. Who is not a fool to see the sword? He has been in seclusion in the sword pool for many years, and there are not many swordsmen in the world who can catch his eye.

"Li Chungang's sword opens the Tianmen to be the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor. Decades later, he still remembers the name of the Sword God back then. Deng Tai'a, a peach blossom, took countless sword masters, and the name of the Peach Blossom Sword God is at its peak. I have been in seclusion in the sword pool for a long time, and I have lost my reputation after the twelve swords in Wudicheng City. But I never think that the sword in my hands can be weaker than others. I looked down on you before, because I was a clumsy eye and it was related to the fact that I had been in seclusion for many years and it was difficult to build a car in seclusion. Well, today I will use your junior sword to be the stepping stone for me to re-enter the world."

Ye Qi stood proudly with his sword in his hand and said, "This is what kind of swordsman he looks like, and he can understand the sword in seclusion and understand the sword."

After saying that, he took the lead, holding the ancient sword of Lu Zu in both hands, the tip of the sword facing the sky, and the two green cliffs seemed to have lost their spirit, and the green leaves were cut off by the invisible sword intent. The vast east crossed the river, and the river level was no longer sounded, as if waiting for him to set off his sword.

The sword comes out, the green cliff shakes, and the river rises like a tsunami.

Song Nianqing's eyes were full of sword intent, and he slapped his sword with his hands and came out one sword after another.

...

There were nine out of Song Nianqing's sword, and nine roars of thunder sounded across the riverside across the east. The heaven and earth of Qingya on both sides of the river were first in chaos. Then, the cliffs were like being oppressed by invisible celestial beings, and they were broken into pieces. The ancient trees on the cliffs broke one after another. Then, the sword energy scattered, and countless gullies were born on the riverside, which were filled with river water.

Song Nianqing practiced swords and had a certain order. He made one sword and understood one sword, so one sword was stronger than one sword.

When he came out of the Thirteenth Sword, his realm could be said to be a stable and stable celestial realm. After he forged a sword, he hid the sword and did not come out. After the sword was completed, he kept hidden in the sheath. Therefore, every sword is the peak of every sword stance.

But all these nine swords were released, and it was difficult to protect under Ye Qi's sword. Even the nine swords turned into broken copper and iron.

Song Nianqing was bleeding from seven orifices, and his miserable appearance was terrifying. He held the fourteenth sword and looked at the white-clothed swordsman who stopped. At this time, he understood why the other party had said that he was a pitiful person before. It would be difficult to know the world of the world without leaving the world. Even if he heard it occasionally, he would only talk after a meal. When he heard that Deng Tai'a was conferred the new sword god by the world, he just laughed it off and did not take it seriously, let alone the young swordsman who was inseparable from the King of Beiliang that the court was going to kill.

The court seemed to be happy to see him think so. Song Nianqing laughed at himself and said in a weak voice: "I underestimated the world of today and underestimated the risk of being connected with the temple. I always felt that I had a sword in my hand and everything could be settled. I never thought that once I entered the temple, how could I be free and comfortable when I was in the world?"

Ye Qi looked at the sword in his hand. Since he could still hold the sword, he naturally had another sword and said, "If you had realized these early, why would you have to borrow the power of the court if you wanted to suppress the Wu family's sword tomb? But since your seven orifices were broken, you would not have time to live. The last sword was so wonderful that you could have the benefit of the sword pool?"

Song Nianqing smiled slightly, and his figure suddenly became as straight as a sword, and there were strange phenomena in the sky and earth.

"I have always held a sword and was also crazy about swords. Even if I marry and have children, I just used it as a inheritance of incense, for fear of delaying the progress of swordsmanship. Forty years ago, I had a trace of enlightenment and almost achieved the sword immortal's sword. Nineteen years ago, by chance, I watched the sea of ​​clouds rise and fall in a cave heaven and blessed land, and felt it again when I saw the red sun rise in the east, but I gave up that sword.

Since then, I started to go into seclusion, thinking about progressing step by step before I can gain something. People can only make a splash when they have injustice. My swordsmanship is smooth all the way. Whether it is sword skills, internal skills, swordsmanship, or sword-guiding people, they are all first-class people in the world, so where does the injustice come from?

I am not at the moment. The young hero killed me with one sword. I am not worthy of my sword pool and surrendered to the court. I am not worthy of my sword, and no one knows the benefits of my sword path."

Ye Qi said quietly: "If you are not upset, you will be amazed. This is the reason. Let me ask you, can you enter the sword immortal with this sword? If you cannot enter, you cannot kill me, but you will die in vain."

"I understand. The young hero can kill me but not kill me. I am just trying to use the sword immortal sword. This kind of mind is not a fault for the young hero who can win the title of the sword in the martial arts world." Song Nianqing laughed loudly and said, "Young hero is generous, how can I be stingy? The sword immortal is hard to get one or two in the martial arts world. I ask for a sword immortal. If I can't get into the sword before I die, I want the world to laugh at me when the sword pool is laughed at me, so let the young hero take a look."

Song Nianqing stepped on the ground and drew his sword and ran wildly, just like the first time he was walking in the world. When he saw a group of horse thieves killing people with swords, he drew his sword and rushed towards the group of horse thieves like ordinary men.

This is his last sword, the last sword, and the last time he traveled to the world.

While running wildly, his clothes and skin seemed to be cut into pieces, and his flesh was blurred, but he didn't realize it, running all the way and laughing all the way.

The strange phenomena of heaven and earth are everywhere. This sword can be said to be invincible in the world. It tore open the sky and makes the sky and dim as if rainstorms are coming. After Song Nianqing set out his sword, there is no more figure, and only the sword energy is left like a river made of a few strokes splashed on paper by the painter.

There were strange phenomena on both sides of the Qing Cliff, and Hu Kui, who was in the sword formation, was covered with sword marks on his body. Seven of the dozen blue-clothed swordsmen had already fallen into the tiger's mouth. At this time, the beast and several others stopped and looked at Song Nianqing's sword immortal.
Chapter completed!