There was a bang.
Zhong Xiu weakly flew upside down to the corner of the wall, and the lavender long sword fluttered up feebly, inserting obliquely into the beam above.
There were tiny drops of blood all over his face, his blue lips trembling slightly, looking at the countless cracks on his left arm, his eyes were full of bewilderment and despair.
It was the bewilderment and despair after being crushed by a completely irresistible powerful realm.
at the same time.
Tang Que was also flying backwards sadly. His blue sword had been directly bent and twisted by a terrifying force, and fell to the ground like a twisted steel bar.
The storm suddenly calmed down.
Zhang Nan, who was drenched all over, was like a fat fish that was pulled out of the water and thrown on the ground. He opened his mouth and was about to die of thirst, but he couldn't make a sound in despair.
Tang Mengchen's hand was still raised, through his sleeves riddled with holes, he could clearly see two blue square boxes. But at this moment, his eyes were fixed on the tip of the sword that looked like a white ram's horn, full of bewilderment and despair.
Everyone froze in place.
The swords in some people's hands were bleeding, and some people's bodies were bleeding, but all of them completely stopped because of this sword.
Just a sword.
A sword slashed from top to bottom, smashing the butterflies and shattering the huge waves.
Countless footsteps sounded in the corridor, rushing towards this quiet room.
As if demolishing a house, countless holes appeared on the door, window, and wall of this quiet room in an instant.
Looking at the cold figures crowded outside the cave, and the layers of cold light flashing across the eaves outside the window, Zhang Nan, who was like a fat fish dying of thirst, finally almost cried, "How is it possible! You Even though you said just now that you don’t want to get involved with any noble person, how could there be a great practitioner of Baiyang Cave by your side, and how could you invite such a practitioner!”
…
Zhang Nan's cries at this moment represented the aspirations of most people in this room.
The tip of the sword like a white sheep's horn is melting and disappearing, and the whole sword is slowly and strangely melting into the white-haired old man's hand, as if retracting it into his body.
This represents the sixth realm of practitioners, the natal realm!
The first level is to open the mystery, the second level is to refine qi, the third level is true energy, the fourth level is to integrate the essence, the fifth level is divine thoughts, the sixth level is life, the seventh level is to move mountains, the eighth level is to enlighten the sky, and the ninth level is immortal.
After practicing to the fifth realm of spiritual thought, the change of the practitioner himself caused by the true essence and the vitality of the heaven and earth will greatly strengthen the practitioner's mind power. At this level, the practitioner can use the power of thought to control the existence of the true essence to attach to some unique utensils , such as flying swords, such as talismans.
Wherever the thought goes, the flying sword will arrive, and the talisman will arrive.
This naturally represents a completely different speed and power from the fourth realm, and there are countless unimaginable flexible and changeable methods of fighting against the enemy, which is unpredictable.
When it comes to the sixth stage of practice, the natal realm, what is more terrifying than the fifth stage is that the true essence can be divided into yin and yang and five elements, so practitioners can choose the natural materials and earthly treasures that suit them, and cultivate their own natal objects.
For Zhang Nan and others, although they knew that there were many practitioners above the sixth realm in Changling City, they had never seen a real practitioner above the sixth realm in their daily life. I have never seen the power of a real natal object at all.
Practitioners in the fifth realm can still see it as long as they want to see it, but practitioners in the sixth realm can't see it even if they want to.
Between these two realms, it can even be said to be the watershed between the real powerful and ordinary people, the watershed between the real dragon and the fish and shrimp.
This is what Zhang Nan couldn't figure out the most, and where he was most desperate.
Aren't the practitioners who can reach the sixth realm and cultivate their natal destiny all important officials in the court, or the elders and suzerain-level figures in various sects of practice
Such a person would even attract the attention of the two prime ministers in the court, so how could he personally act for Wang Taixu!
How can this be!
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No one cares about his cries.
The white-haired old man who had completely determined the situation here as soon as he revealed his realm didn't seem to have heard Zhang Nan's cry at all.
Wang Taixu didn't care about Zhang Nan's crying.
He turned his body sideways and looked at the three people behind him who were getting paler and paler without the slightest complacent expression.
These three were brothers who had been with him through life and death, but just now, these three were cooperating with the enemy to kill him.
Under the violent attack just now, these three people have seriously injured the two people around them.
So at this moment, the snow-white long sword in one person's hand was still dripping blood.
"Why?"
Wang Taixu's eyes fell on the blood-dripping long sword on this man's body.
"Li Xueqing, I bought you from a slave trader with my own hands back then. Even your snowflake sword was obtained with great difficulty for you. Why did you kill me?"
"Tell me why, tell me the real reason."
Seeing that the young practitioner remained silent, Wang Taixu continued calmly and earnestly: "Even if it is to satisfy my curiosity, as long as you tell me the real reason, I can promise to treat your family members well, and even tell them , you died to protect me."
Hearing Wang Taixu's words, the young practitioner holding a snow-white long sword smiled miserably, and said, "It's just that a good girl from another building fell into their hands, and that's why I'm sorry for my elder brother. .”
After speaking, he fell to his knees facing Wang Taixu.
With a soft chirp, the long sword in his hand was turned upside down when he knelt down. At this moment, a section of the sword tip came out from his back, and blood instantly covered his entire back.
"Thank you."
A middle-aged man with beards sighed, first he clasped his fists and sincerely thanked Wang Taixu, and then said: "I want to kill you because I have done some things to be sorry for the brothers in the past. A few years ago, the daughter-in-law of Liu San brothers was raped and murdered, which was a big mistake I made when I was drunk, but this old account was somehow uncovered by them, I was confused for a while, and ended up making an even bigger mistake."
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man with beard directly poked at the heart vein with his hand, and the whole palm of his hand sank into his chest, and he fell back with a face full of guilt.
There is also a white-faced man who is about the same age as Wang Taixu, looked at the blood on the ground, sighed softly, and said: "I think it is better for me to be the owner of a two-story building, and besides, I have no confidence in you. Now I am Know that I still underestimate you."
After speaking, he bowed deeply to Wang Taixu, and the long sword in his hand pierced his body with the backhand.
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The rivers and lakes naturally have their own rules.
Knowing that there was absolutely no reason to escape, Tang Que and Tang Mengchen looked at each other, each reached out and cut their own necks.
This is a more tragic way of death, the scarlet blood with the temperature of the body spurting wildly in the air.
The splattered blood even stained half of Zhang Nan's body red.
"You don't have to die."
But Wang Taixu looked at him and said this sentence.
The fat all over Zhang Nan trembled like waves. He looked at Wang Taixu in disbelief, fearing that Wang Taixu just deliberately ignited a little hope in himself, and then ruthlessly extinguished it, making himself more hopeless before he died. pain.
"Enough people have died tonight, I don't want my brothers outside to have another bloody battle with your men who ambushed outside."
Wang Taixu seemed a little tired. He closed his eyes and was silent for a few breaths, and then continued: "But since Zhong Xiu just attacked me, he must die... As for the business of your Leiyutang in Nancheng If you can't cover it without him, we will cover it on two floors. We only take 20% of your business. From now on, you can be regarded as a grasshopper on the same rope with us. I hope you will remember what I said today past words and positions.”
Hearing such words, Zhang Nan finally stopped trembling constantly, and finally there was life in his eyes.
But Zhong Xiu, who fell to the corner of the wall like a butterfly with broken wings, let out a shrill and unwilling sound, his back hit the wall behind him hard, and in an instant, his whole body was accompanied by countless shattered bricks. Wood flies backwards and shoots out.
Wang Taixu didn't even frown.
He didn't even look at Zhong Xiu who rushed out.
In the thick night, there were suddenly countless shrill sounds of piercing the air, followed by the sound of countless gold and iron piercing into the flesh, and the sound of heavy objects falling hard to the ground.
He waved to Zhang Nan, who was almost limp on the ground, and said in a deeper tone: "Now you can go out, tell all your people that you are still alive, take them away, and then remember you next thing to do."
"I only know that it is a certain important figure in the army, but I don't know who it is." Zhang Nan hissed as he rushed out the door.
Originally, he wanted to take up a few percent of the business on the two floors, but in the end he lost 20 percent of the business. He lost Zhang Fatty, a powerful practitioner who guarded him. This man would shake many streets and alleys by stomping his feet on weekdays. The hero of the rivers and lakes, when he went downstairs, his legs were so weak that he almost rolled down the stairs several times.
Rather than saying that it was the blood all over the ground that frightened him, it was better to say that it was the blow of the domineering natal sword of the white-haired old man.
"Mr. Xie Du is very kind."
Behind him, Wang Taixu, who has risen to the next level in one fell swoop and will surely occupy an extraordinary position in Changling's marketplace in the future, gave a deep salute to the white-haired old man who was sitting still.
"The person you chose is not bad. If it was normal, maybe I would let him get started." The white-haired old man just replied this sentence lightly. After taking a look at Ding Ning, he also stood up and left.
"I survived."
Wang Taixu watched the old man leave, then turned his head to look at Ding Ning seriously, and said softly with infinite emotion: "So from today on, you are already a student of Baiyang Cave."
Ding Ning shook his head, and whispered to himself, "Is it that simple?"
Is it easy
If it hadn't happened that Baiyang Cave offended the Queen's clan, it would have been forced to merge into the Qingteng Sword Academy in the near future, if it hadn't been for Mr. Du, who had already obtained the permission of the Holy Majesty to retire and return to his hometown.
If it wasn't for the cultivator who also wanted to live as comfortably as possible for the rest of his life, if it wasn't for the fact that he wouldn't have cared about the thoughts of some people in the court anyway... How could this one of the best figures in Baiyang Cave help him? Solve such a problem by yourself
This is something that takes a lot of money and is very complicated.
It's just that Wang Taixu didn't understand what Ding Ning was thinking, and the blood all over the place had already made him too tired, so he just smiled tiredly, and didn't explain any more, just thinking, sometimes living, it is indeed very tired.