A middle-aged man in fine clothes stepped down from the airship, with slender eyes and a faint chill all over his body. He got off the airship and walked directly to the City Lord's Mansion without saying a word.
Several guards stood at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, and one of the young guards instinctively greeted him and asked, "Who are you?"
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man, passing by the young guard. The young guard's expression froze for a moment, and then his head flew high, and blood shot into the sky like a fountain.
That figure seemed to have more to say, and circled around the rest of the guards. As a result, several human heads flew up, and the guards guarding the gate instantly turned into headless corpses.
The middle-aged man turned a blind eye to this and walked straight into the City Lord's Mansion without pausing.
The city lord got the news at this time, rushed over, threw himself to the ground when they met, and said: "I didn't know Mr. Nangong was here, but the servant foolishly rushed into the honored guest, the villain really deserves to die!"
This middle-aged man is Nangong Yuanbo, the current Patriarch of the Nangong Family. Although he was agitated, seeing the city lord so servile, he couldn't get angry again, so he just asked, "Where is the man?"
The city lord wiped his sweat secretly, and hurriedly said: "My lord, come with me!"
A while later, in the owner's own bedroom, the best room in this small town, Nangong Yuanbo finally saw Nangong Xiaofeng. At this moment, Nangong Xiaofeng was breathless, lying flat on the bed and staring at the ceiling, his expression was blank, and he didn't respond even if someone came in.
Nangong Yuanbo's eyes fell on Nangong Xiaofeng's broken hand and leg, and he froze for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Is there any help?"
An old man behind him walked to the bed, checked it carefully, and said: "You can use the secret method to connect the regeneration, the strength will be damaged, but there is still hope to restore the previous combat strength in the future. It's just that I want to break through again in this life, but It's almost impossible."
Nangong Xiaofeng finally had an expression on his face, chuckled twice, and said: "It seems that I can still be useful."
Nangong Yuanbo suppressed his anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Who did it?"
"First I was wounded in the battle with Zhao Yuying, and then I was ambushed by that kid named Qianye. My hands and feet were destroyed by his hands." Nangong Xiaofeng showed a trace of self-mockery that others could not detect.
At the beginning, he didn't take that dark fire mercenary group to heart at all, and naturally he didn't remember the relevant information, and he didn't recognize Qianye in the chaos at that time. It wasn't until after he escaped from the serious injury that he recalled that beautiful but crazy young man vaguely seen somewhere, only to realize that he was wounded by someone he once regarded as an ant.
"Qianye?" Nangong Yuanbo couldn't remember who it was for a moment, and the entourage behind him leaned up and whispered something in a whisper, and then it suddenly dawned on him that he was the mercenary captain in Heiliu City. As he paced back and forth in front of the bed, the chill on his body became heavier and heavier.
After a while, Nangong Yuanbo suddenly stopped, and said: "Xiao Feng, you have made such an assertion this time, do you know how much trouble you have brought to my Nangong family? But in one day, Lord You issued three proclamations in succession, demanding I'll give you an explanation!"
Nangong Xiaofeng laughed, "Is it just Duke You? You can stand it, right? Besides, didn't Zhang Clan invite you a long time ago?"
Nangong Yuanbo snorted coldly, "The Zhao Clan has always had their eyes on the top. They say they are allies, but they are actually vassals! Seeing how they behave, they don't have much respect for me. As for the Zhang Clan, how much better than the Zhao Clan , the four valves are all like this, so what's the difference?"
Nangong Xiaofeng was taken aback, he understood what Nangong Yuanbo meant, so he was very surprised, "You are, are you going to seek refuge with...the imperial party?!"
"why not?"
Even with Nangong Xiaofeng's willfulness, he was shocked by Nangong Yuanbo's words. He looked around the room, and all the people present were Nangong Yuanbo's confidantes. After hearing what the Patriarch said, although their expressions changed a bit, they were not too surprised. It seemed that Nangong Yuanbo had been thinking about this for a long time.
Nangong Xiaofeng smiled in his heart, and said slowly: "The upstarts of the imperial party are mostly from humble backgrounds. Uncle, you can bear their vulgarity? Besides, after His Majesty clears up the aristocratic families... what use can we have? At that time, the imperial party will You should remember that we are actually a family too, right?"
Nangong Yuanbo said displeased: "Nonsense! The so-called nobles and the imperial party are all ministers in the same palace? If your majesty wants to make a difference, he naturally needs to gain power. It is only natural to cut off a few people who do not obey orders. How could it be possible to destroy all the families! It is the right way for us to serve His Majesty, why bother to look at the faces of the Four Clans?"
After a pause, Nangong Yuanbo sneered and said, "The sky of this empire should have changed a long time ago."
"As for Qianye, just let him disappear in the bloody battle!" Nangong Yuanbo waved his hand casually. His confidants will arrange such trivial matters, and there is no need for him, the patriarch, to bother.
Qianye didn't know that his anger at the crown somewhat prompted the Nangong family to make up their minds in advance, and then threw a small stone in the tide of the empire's current situation, stirring up a small wave.
The four words "Current Situation of the Empire" are really too big, far away from Qianye. All he knew was that no matter whether it was a bloody battle against the Iron Curtain or a powerful family, strength was his only reliance. Therefore, Qianye took advantage of the tranquility before the storm to step up his cultivation and strive to make a breakthrough.
Perhaps it was because of the blatant assault on the Nangong Family base, and the state of mind still retains the fearlessness of killing and attacking, Qianye has made rapid progress in the cultivation of military tactics this time, breaking through to the forty-ninth round in one fell swoop, which is only one step away from Zhang Boqian back then.
And it was also at this point that Qianye realized how powerful and terrifying Zhang Boqian's fifty rounds of military tactics were. After forty-five rounds, the power of each superimposed round is comparable to the sum of the previous nine rounds. The induced tidal force swept every corner of the body, and all the nodes of the original force resonated, and the blood vessels rushed like angry waves, as if the whole world It has disappeared, leaving only Taotao Crazy Tide.
As the tidal traction force of the Bingjue became stronger and stronger, at some point, a ray of dawn force was drawn out from the void. This ray of dawn origin is extremely pure, and it is already quite close to the source, one step closer than what Qianye condensed with the Song's ancient scroll. This ray of origin force entered the body, Qianye's nine nodes vibrated at the same time, and there was a sound of thunder.
However, even with Qianye's blood physique and the strengthening and protection of dark gold and purple blood energy, he reached the limit at the forty-ninth round, and his body showed signs of collapse. And when the Bingjue rushed to the peak of the forty-ninth round, Qianye suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if something was about to part from the tide that filled the world.
It took Qianye twice as long as usual to completely quell the frenzy of the war. He recalled the training process this time, and he was sure that his last impression was not an illusion. It seems that if it really reaches the fiftieth round, there may be an astonishing change in the Bingjue, but the force of the tidal recoil at that time is by no means what he can bear now.
He couldn't help but lament Zhang Boqian's talent. Even though Qianye's physical strength is far above that of ordinary blood viscounts, he still cannot compare to Zhang Boqian back then. This marshal with the most elegant demeanor in the world, who had aspired to the strength of the heavenly king in his prime, really deserved his name, and it was hard to match.
But even today when Zhang Boqian was officially promoted to the rank of Heavenly King, he never planned to abolish the title of the so-called Imperial Shuangbi. It is said that a person with good deeds solemnly asked His Majesty for orders during the Great Court Assembly, saying that Lin Xitang was no longer fit to stand alongside the Heavenly King, therefore the name of the Imperial Shuangbi should be forbidden to spread, but Zhang Boqian severely reprimanded him instead. This flattery hit the horse's feet and offended both Bibi to the end in one fell swoop, and it became a joke in the empire.
After Qianye rested for a while, he inspected his body. The ray of dawn force that he got in the middle of the journey was worth half a month of hard work, but until the end of the training, there was no second ray of it. It seems that at least for now, it is still possible.
As for the forty-nine rounds of military tactics, absorbing the force of heaven and earth with the power of tides, it can be described as swallowing the sea. Its cultivation speed has far exceeded the so-called secrets of the family, and perhaps only some cores of the four clans and the emperor Kung Fu can be compared with it in terms of cultivation speed. Therefore, not long after Qianye practiced, the dawn force in the surrounding environment was unbearable, not only was it wiped out, but also attracted a lot of dark force into the body.
If it was another person, it would take a lot of time and effort to stop or expel it, but Qianye didn't have this problem. After the dark force entered the body, under the pressure of the tide of military subjugation, it automatically gathered towards the heart and was swallowed by the blood energy that shrank there. empty.
It stands to reason that the node resonance is already a sign of a warrior who is about to step into the battle. However, Qianye immediately discovered that he was in a special situation. Even with the extraordinary cultivation speed of the Bingjue Jue, after being refined and condensed by Song's ancient scrolls, there were only ten to seven or eight left, so there was not much left. Yiyi gathers qi to form a whirlpool, although it seems not far away, but it will take more time than ordinary people.
Of course, the benefits of pure original force are even greater. He doesn't need to suppress the level at the level of the general, and he can directly break through when the original force is full. At this time, Qianye couldn't help but miss Song Clan's training room, that training session was truly hearty.
However, Song Zining's share is only a few days a year, so one can imagine how precious it is. But that one practice was already worth half a year of hard work. The advantages accumulated by the children of aristocratic families in these bits and pieces will become insurmountable obstacles after a long time.
After several days of retreat and painstaking practice, Qianye discovered that he still faced another problem if he wanted to be promoted to the rank of Warrior. The second chapter of Xuanyao, an ancient scroll of the Song Dynasty, required that darkness and dawn should be mutually restrained, and they should not deviate too much. That is to say, when the Force of Dawn is promoted to Warlord, the Force of Darkness also needs to be promoted to Viscount.
There is a big difference between the dark race and the human cultivation path. On the side of Yong Ye, no matter which race, the symbol of the advanced Viscount is mostly the condensed core of force. Regardless of the blood core of the vampire, the dark core of the demon, or the spider crystal of the nerubian, they are all similar things. As for promotion, it is mostly a matter of course. When the time is right, it will naturally transform and evolve.
Thinking of this, Qianye suddenly became inexplicably flustered, wouldn't he also condense a blood core in his body? But thinking about it again, it is very possible that the three-color blood energy has already regarded his heart as a base camp. The purple blood energy is constantly changing Qianye's physique, while the dark gold blood energy is strengthening the heart. The so-called strengthening is actually a kind of change. In this process, it seems that it is not impossible to condense a blood core.
It's just that, Qianye doesn't know whether he is a human race or a blood race. He smiled wryly, temporarily letting go of this frightening thought.
It is not so easy to advance blood energy. Although absorbing blood essence is a shortcut, the speed of consumption is equally terrifying, and the Book of Black and Primordial Wings also need to be fed, and their grabbing is not controlled at all. Therefore, the promotion of the dark force is equally difficult, no less than the dawn force.
Qianye walked out of the quiet room and looked up at the unchanging dark sky. He had already determined the next path to promotion. No matter feeding the blood energy or cultivating the killing spirit of the soldiers, the best choice is to feed the war with war.
The sky above the Iron Curtain was exceptionally calm, and even the twin Alpha stars that approached the Eternal Night Continent every month could not be seen. This almost stagnant black reminded people all the time that bloody battles would break out at any time.