Heavenly Martial Arts - 172. Chapter 171

The time of the decisive battle between He Heng and Song Que was the first day of February, and the place was the peak of Emperor Zhongnanshan. This was also the place where he and Xiang Yutian fought, the day before.

The reason for doing this is purely because He Heng didn’t want to go to another place. It was also that he was declaring his confidence and was sure to take Song Que unscathed, and confronted Yutian the next day.

This is an invincible state of mind, with unparalleled grandeur.

Di Tap Peak is located in the northern part of Zhongnan Mountain, surrounded by mountains, peaks and ridges, the mountains are full of forests, and there are countless exotic flowers and plants.

There is a stone plaque standing at the foot of the mountain, inscribed: Home is in this mountain, and the clouds do not know where it is.

Today is the first day of February, and He Heng came here without taking anyone under the guidance of Shi Feixuan.

He Heng glanced at the surrounding area and smiled: “It is indeed a good place for Zhong Lingxiu. It seems that your ancestors of Cihang Jingzhai did spend a lot of thought in choosing this place.”

Shi Fei Xuan smiled elegantly, as if a white lotus appeared in the water, her fairy posture was graceful, but no one would really feel the gloom deep in this fairy’s heart.

She pointed to the front and said, “There are seven doors in front. As long as you pass the seven wooden doors with lotus patterns, it will be the square of my Cihang Jingzhai, and it is also the place where you and the Song Clan master will fight.”

He Heng nodded, and quickly followed Shi Feixuan through the seven-tiered portal. When they opened the last maroon-red main entrance, Song Que was already standing in front of the main hall of Cihang Jingzhai with Kou Xu and waiting for a long time. NS.

At this moment, the Ci Hang Jing Zhai, except for the few of them, was empty, and no one else existed.

No matter it was He Heng or Song Que, they didn’t intend to perform for others. Naturally, they didn’t want anyone to come here. Shi Feixuan knew this, and she didn’t want the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai to teach them. The means of dispersing the people here long ago.

At this moment, He Heng and Song Que looked at each other with solemn expressions.

He Heng was a little surprised to find that Song Que had also reached the realm of heaven and human, and had gathered the soul.

Could it be that he has let go of his ideal of being an “imperial man”, and is truly “nothing but a knife”? No, if he let go of his ideals, there would be no battle with He Heng today.

But why is that?

He Heng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed a wave of fluctuations in Song Que’s body, a familiar kind of fluctuation, the kind that Kou Xu also possessed.

“The Dao Heart Plants Demon Dafa? Song Que, you actually made Xiang Yutian’s cauldron!” He Heng was a little surprised.

Song Que said with a calm expression: “No, how can I reach this state now, how can I be qualified to win you?”

He Heng sneered, “How can you be my opponent with this crooked way of reaching this state?”

Song Que said indifferently: “Even if Song is not your opponent, he still has the confidence to give you enough damage, and you will fight Xiang Yutian tomorrow!”

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling showed a little shame.

He Heng looked at Song Que without changing his face and said, “You are so confident?”

Song Que raised his knife and said with firm eyes: “Song has this confidence!”

He Heng snorted coldly: “Since you chose to use the power of Yutian to condense the soul, and then use your own sword to make me unable to fight against Xiang Yutian tomorrow, you have already lost your confidence. What about the primordial spirit? It’s just an empty shelf, and An is brave to speak up!”

He Heng’s voice was loud and loud, making Kou Xu’s expressions changed.

Song Que was not affected at all. He raised his sword and said to He Heng: “Stop talking nonsense, take a knife from Song!”

Keng!

Suddenly, the Heavenly Sword recast by Song Que came out of its sheath, and the cold light radiated through the ten-mile radius, and the world suddenly became cold.

He Heng stared at him coldly, his palms lifted slightly, his five fingers suddenly clenched into fists.

boom!

When the clouds are rolling, the thunder is surging, and the heavens are in communication.

Song Que moved and slashed out a sword of heaven and man.

This knife did not originate from his hand, not from the blade, but from the heavens and the earth, it can be called the sword wind!

It was early February, or just after winter, the weather was severely cold, and the endless cold wind gathered under Song Que’s knife. The bright light of the knife cut through the heavens, the earth and the people, and cut through the sun, moon and stars!

This may no longer be called Heavenly Dao, but rather called Heavenly Dao!

At this point, Dao Dao has entered the realm of ghosts and gods. It is beyond the imagination of mortals. It is beyond the skill and art, connecting the heaven and the earth, and reaching the realm of Dao.

Regardless of the other two, Kou Zhong, a master who also made swords, felt a sense of shock when he saw this, and he truly understood the meaning of “Heavenly Sword” in an all-round way.

Cang!

With a crisp sound, the infinite force of the sword has enveloped He Heng’s body, and under the sword’s energy, it is endless and unparalleled.

He Heng suddenly waved his fists, and slammed into the void somewhere. The fist imprints were majestic, with mountains and rivers, the earth, the ocean, and so on.

Peng!

As the boxing force passed, there was a dull sound that filled the space between heaven and earth, terrifying and terrifying. The shadow of the fist collided with the light of the knife, making a clear and loud sound, roaring the void.

Keng!

He Heng’s double fists made his palms, which happened to be attached to Song Quetian’s sword.

Song Que’s expression stunned, Tiandao suddenly turned over, and the blade slashed towards He Heng’s arms.

Song Que’s new Heavenly Sword was made of no material. It was not only extremely hard, but also extremely sharp. When it was cut off, He Heng’s skin felt a bit cold.

He didn’t dare to be careless, his figure changed, his palms pressed against the back of the sky sword, avoiding its sharp edge, the continuous infuriating energy blasted into Song Que’s body through the blade.

Song Que’s expression changed, and he hurriedly took a step back and withdrew his sword. He Heng took this opportunity to shoot out a punch, covering Song Que’s chest.

Peng!

A dull voice resounded, but Song Que blocked He Heng’s punch with the blade, and the sky sword was trembling and roaring. He Heng leaped sideways and took a picture with a palm from above. His palm was so strong that Kou Xu and Shi Feixuan were a little frightened.

“Take me another knife!” Song Que retreated, and the Heavenly Sword cut out with a “swish”, the dazzling light of the sword covered the surplus space, and cut it at He Heng’s waist.

“Song Que, your skills are poor!” He Heng laughed, his figure suddenly stretched out, and the endless infuriating energy swelled out, surging like a tide, intertwined with sword air.

At the same time, his figure shuttled in the space like a bird, avoiding the sharp edges in an orderly manner. His posture was extremely graceful, and he suddenly approached Song Que.

It was another earth-shattering punch, and the void was rippling, ripples rolling in layers, He Heng drank coldly, his body has eight kinds of surging vigor superimposed on his body, perfect fit in everything, The evolving gossip image suddenly shrouded forward.

Song Que’s expression changed, and the Heavenly Sword instantly chopped out, splitting the endless Qi Jin in half.

He Heng’s fist seal has already arrived at this time. It is vast and vigorous, feminine and fierce coexist, and it carries an eternal and unchanging trend in endless changes. It is a manifestation of his “permanent way”, crushing to Song Que. Chest.

Song Que didn’t move, but Tiandao moved voluntarily, slashing toward He Heng’s fist.

Keng!

Knife screams, wind screams, fist strikes, sky changes.

Under the horrified eyes of Kou Zhong’s trio, Heavenly Sword and Fist Seal, Song Que and He Heng, they were completely intertwined, their figures continued to interlace, the dull sound roared endlessly, and the void ripples rolled and rippled.

The fist is powerful, and the knife shines brightly.

He Heng and Song Que entered a mysterious and mysterious spiritual realm at the same time. The souls of the two were fighting in a strange space. The fighting spirit became more and more fierce, and the momentum had been condensed to an unimaginable realm.

The area of tens of meters in a radius was already covered by the light of the sword and the shadow of the fist.

The three of Shi Feixuan had no choice but to leave here, staring into the field with all their energy.

Song Que suddenly let out a long howl, and the light of the sword enveloped the world.

He Heng’s fist is back, vigorous and vast.

Knife and fist collided fiercely.

There were hundreds of collisions between He Heng and Song Que.

Song Que suddenly backed up a few steps, his injuries were not shallow, but his expression became more solemn, his spiritual will rose to an unprecedented peak, and a thunder resounded from the sky.

He held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, as if holding the whole world.

The chill was covered by the sorrowful cold, and the dazzling light of the knife was dazzling.

Song Que shouted abruptly, “Xuanwei, take my last cut!”

At this moment, Song Que still hadn’t hurt He Heng the slightest. He knew that going on like this would be a useless effort, and finally couldn’t help but use his full strength and used his ninth sword of Heavenly Sword!