It is impossible to describe Xue Wangxu's simple sword in words.
One sword comes out and thousands of colorful glazed swords are destroyed.
Feng Qianzhuo leaned back against the steps, clutching his bloody abdomen, screaming in shock and anger, "Why!"
The vast majority of people didn't recover from the shock of those pictures just now, and they didn't understand what Feng Qianzhuo asked at this time.
But Xue Wangxu knew.
He looked at Feng Qianzhuo with some contempt and some sympathy, and said indifferently: "A person like you, even if he uses the sword technique of mutual destruction, he loses some momentum and lacks some sincerity."
There were bursts of exclamations and violent inhalation sounds.
Hearing Xue Wangxu's words, many nobles in Zhushan County began to understand what happened just now.
From the very beginning, Xue Wangxu didn't want to get too entangled with Feng Qianzhuo. After all, the sword scriptures in Bashan Sword Field had many mysterious changes unknown to outsiders, so he only made one sword.
This is a sword that has accumulated strength after his natal sword endured for many years.
Feng Qianzhuo's sword power could not be stopped, so he used the Seven Treasure Glazed Sword to shake out thousands of swords, attacking against attacking.
However, Xue Wangxu did not change any sword posture at all.
Feng Qianzhuo didn't dare to perish with Xue Wangxu. It can even be said that from the very beginning when he drew his sword, Xue Wangxu already felt that Feng Qianzhuo's sword intent lacked that meaning.
Feng Qianzhuo didn't want to die, so he had to lose.
Feng Qianzhuo clutched his abdomen, blood continuously flowed from his fingers, felt the severe pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent, and thought of the long-standing peace and well-being being broken by this sword, he finally laughed like a maniac: " You won...but do you think you will be able to leave Zhushan County safely?"
"You almost exhausted all your true energy with that sword strike just now!"
"Kill him for me!"
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"Kill them!"
"Don't let them go!"
Following Feng Qianzhuo's stern laughter, there were countless angry shouts from the crowd blocking every street and alley around.
Ding Ning's face remained calm.
He looked up at the sky above, only to see many black crows hovering under the white clouds and above the eaves.
With a clang, a middle-aged man in a splendid costume rushed forward with his sword drawn.
His face is very similar to Feng Qianzhuo, he should be a nephew of Feng Qianzhuo.
Many blazing flames flew from the red long sword in his hand, like many fiery snakes dancing wildly.
However, facing this sword, Xue Wangxu just bent down slowly.
He picked up a long bamboo broom beside the road.
Then he simply stabbed out with this bamboo broom like a sword.
The tip of the bamboo broom burned.
The man in splendid costume rushed up and wanted to cut off the burning broom with his sword, but for some reason, it seemed like there was a strange time difference, so he couldn't touch it.
The burning bamboo broom pierced his chest.
With a pop, the flame went out.
Many small bamboo branches that were half-burned pierced his flesh and blood, and were rushed out by the blood and energy gushing out of his body.
The man in splendid Chinese clothes stood unbelievably, the sword in his hand stretched forward in vain, but it was still a few feet away from Xue Wangxu's body.
At the next moment, he lowered his head in a daze, looking at the long handle of the bamboo broom against his chest, then he lost all his strength and sat down on the ground.
A few more people roared and rushed forward.
Xue Wangxu stood where he was, but stretched out his hand and stabbed several times.
A fountain of blood gushed out of the chests of these people, and they fell to the ground screaming.
The broom handle is still a broom handle, just an ordinary long bamboo pole. However, because the small bamboo branches at the front end have been scattered, the front end is stained with a layer of blood, and under the friction of flesh and bones, it has become more determined, so at this moment In Xue Wangxu's hand, this ordinary long bamboo pole was like an extraordinarily long bamboo sword.
The surrounding quickly quieted down.
Looking at the several practitioners who fell into a pool of blood under Xue Wangxu's simple stabbing, many nobles from Zhushan County who were about to strike also sat down again with pale faces.
In the stabs just now, Xue Wangxu didn't use any real energy at all.
He was just telling everyone in this way that even without using true energy, there is still a huge gap in the understanding and strength of swordsmanship between practitioners of the seventh realm and ordinary practitioners and warriors.
In order to kill a practitioner above the seventh realm, a large army must be used, or many practitioners of the fifth and sixth realms must fight with it.
Based on the current Zhushan County, if Xue Wangxu is forced to stay, how many people will die
"I may die, everyone dies."
Xue Wangxu casually hung down the long bamboo pole dripping with blood, looked calmly at Feng Qianzhuo who was surrounded by some people, and said, "But I can guarantee that I will kill you before I die."
Because of the pain and anger, Feng Qianzhuo trembled all over.
However, he began to realize soberly that what Xue Wangxu said was the truth, and only by counting the sword just now, he understood that his understanding of the way of the sword was nothing compared to Xue Wangxu.
If he didn't have the famous sword from Bashan Sword Field, his defeat would be even more bleak.
"You deceive people too much!"
He didn't know how to answer, so he yelled angrily.
Xue Wangxu smiled faintly.
From the very beginning, he had told Feng Qianzhuo that he had to rely on the sword to speak after all.
If it wasn't for the sword that pierced the turbid waves that made him feel at ease, he might not have said a word after defeating Feng Qianzhuo.
So at this moment, he didn't want to say anything at all, he just turned around and signaled Ding Ning to leave with him.
Ding Ning turned around and followed closely behind him.
But at the same time, he also calmly said: "What are we bullying too much? From the beginning we just want to return to Ding Yanzhu, and you set all the rules. When you scold, We didn't even say a word. In the entire Qin Dynasty, there were countless fair duels with pre-set conditions like this, but like you in Zhushan County, you didn't admit defeat after losing, and wanted to kill us all. Here... there are few such places in the Great Qin Dynasty. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"And you seal the house."
After a slight pause, without turning around, Ding Ning, who followed Xue Wangxu through the crowd that parted like a tide, continued to say calmly: "The things that could have been resolved in a fair duel before the temple fair, turned out to be useless." The queen’s picture scroll came to intimidate her, and she lost in the final competition. She also wanted to incite the entire Zhushan County to try to kill a practitioner of the seventh realm. Even if you Feng family can deny this, but if such things spread, you Feng What do you think the adults in Changling will think? Do you think your Feng family has done a good job?"
Hearing Ding Ning's calm and cold words, and thinking about the words carefully, Feng Qianzhuo's body became colder and colder, and his heart became more and more frightened. In the end, his clothes were drenched in cold sweat. With the figures of Ding Ning and Xue Wangxu, he let out a desperate beast-like roar.
The crowd kept separating in front of Xue Wangxu, like the sea giving way to a channel.
"how do you feel?"
Ding Ning, who followed Xue Wangxu like a shadow, looked at the people from Zhushan County with extremely complicated expressions on both sides, and asked Xue Wangxu softly.
Xue Wangxu turned his head to look at him, laughed like a child, and said, "It feels good."
Then he asked Ding Ning, "How do you feel?"
Ding Ning replied seriously: "I feel good too."
Xue Wangxu said: "I didn't mean that... I was asking how you felt after swallowing the Dingyan Pearl."
Ding Ning's expression turned solemn as he felt the pure medicinal power slowly released in his body by the Dingyan Pearl.
Except for the legendary emperor Youdi who left behind this technique, no one has ever known the mystery of the nine-death silkworm, and even if he has already practiced the nine-death silkworm, some of the characteristics of this technique can only be cultivated with him. For the sake of progress, he was noticed one by one.
The moment he had just swallowed Dingyan Pearl, he found that he had overlooked a fact.
It is not only those pills that directly act on the true qi and true essence can make him practice faster.
This kind of elixir that purely nourishes the body and nourishes the five internal organs can also make him practice faster.
Because the biggest weakness of the nine-dead silkworm is excessive consumption of the five qi in the body.
Nine-dead silkworms consume the five qi at an extremely fast rate, but the five internal organs must not be exhausted too quickly, so the speed of practice must be controlled.
The elixir that only nourishes internal organs and preserves health is equivalent to allowing more five qi to be swallowed up for cultivation when the five internal organs are exhausted at the same speed.
In the simplest terms, Nine Dead Silkworm's cultivation could have been faster, but his internal organs are not strong enough to withstand faster speed, so it is not necessarily necessary to directly act on the elixir of true qi and true essence, as long as the five internal organs can be strengthened The health-preserving elixir can also make him practice faster in the future.
This beauty bead, not only the power of the medicine at the moment made him feel as if it had injected a lot of new life, but for him, what was more important was some epiphanies and reminders during his practice.
"It feels really good."
So he looked at Xue Wangxu very seriously, and said, "At least a few years can be won."
Xue Wangxu didn't know what Ding Ning was really thinking at the moment, but he could feel Ding Ning's sincere thanks, which made him even more satisfied. He stroked his few white beards and said with a satisfied smile: "Then Just fine."
Looking at the satisfied smile on Xue Wangxu's side face, Ding Ning's heart filled with countless grievances and murders was filled with warmth.
He thought of Changsun Qianxue, and the old lady in the fish market... He thought that apart from those two, he had never spent such a long time with anyone in Changling.
Thinking that this gray-haired old man didn't have much time, his heart became softer, and he suggested softly: "In this case, do you want to drink? Do you want to find a girl to accompany you? "
Xue Wangxu suddenly turned his head, looked at him in disbelief, and snapped off several beards: "Are you kidding?"