"The capital city is in chaos, and it is not easy for foreigners to make a living in Shangdu."
A faint voice sounded, as if the elders were full of sympathy for the younger generation, but just in the next breath, the voice suddenly turned sharp, and the words broke like ice, "The seven streets and sixteen alleys are very big, and we have to give up a little It’s easy to say a piece of land, but whoever wants to give it up...but it will make it difficult for the few of us, and it may cause a disaster.”
The outsider smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said, "So after much deliberation, it might as well be that you guys join forces to take care of me. In your opinion, it's not difficult."
"It's interesting."
The harsh voice quickly became quiet again.
As the figures in the alley ahead parted, an old man who looked thin even in the dark walked to the front in a wheelchair.
"We know that you are a dragon crossing the river, and the doorman behind you should be from the Seventh Realm, otherwise Old Ghost Qi and the others wouldn't have all died without even making a few noises."
The old man laughed faintly, "However, Seventh Street and Sixteenth Alley are so big, and a Seventh Realm wants to suppress us... This kind of thing is always unlikely to happen."
"If we talk about it, we won't block all the roads behind. At least give people a way out." The stranger also smiled and said: "I didn't even see a team of sergeants on duty along the way, and they have already passed through. With such a relationship, it seems that the next thing will be meaningless."
The old man raised his head in surprise, and looked at the stranger, "You are very smart, but how could you not have thought that without General Zhang's intentions, how could you not even see a group of sergeants on duty in the seven streets and sixteen lanes tonight?" ? Now that you have understood what General Zhang meant, why didn't you leave overnight, why did you come here?"
"Perhaps you misunderstood what General Zhang meant. If he didn't want me to stay here, he wouldn't give me the chance to come here tonight." The stranger looked at the old man with a strange look, and sighed: " Chaotianmen Old Ghost Bi, you have stayed in this seat for so long that you have forgotten how you got into this seat back then."
"You should change your mind."
The foreigner paused, and regretfully said: "You may have forgotten that no matter how hard you sit on this seat, it is the real nobles here who let you sit, and what you have to do is to satisfy them first. I can appear here and in front of you tonight, maybe those noble people feel that you have been sitting in this seat for too long, and you no longer know how to think. Maybe they think you are not managing well enough, and a new one is needed here Steward, or is it just that they want to see something new?"
The old man's faint voice did not sound immediately.
He was silent for a long time, then slowly nodded and said: "If the nobles already have such thoughts, the only way to make them dispel such thoughts is to prove that I can still sit in this seat, and prove that I am stronger than they imagined."
The stranger shook his head and said sincerely: "This is not the only way, I hope you can consider a milder way."
"I'm already old."
The old man's voice became faint again, "I am willing, but everyone in front of me and behind me will not just give up my seat to a foreigner like you. I need to prove my ability to those noble people, but you You also have to prove your strength to all my brothers."
The stranger thought for a while, and he wanted to speak.
However, at this moment, he heard several shrill stabbing sounds.
"The flying swords in Yandu City are still much worse than those in Changling."
The outsider sighed softly, looked at the old man in the darkness ahead, and said more seriously: "You are already so old, why are you still so impatient, why are you so lenient in doing things?"
The old man in the wheelchair didn't respond.
For a person like him, since the decision has been made, there is no need to say anything.
Several flying swords flew towards the stranger in the darkness with turbulence.
The entourage behind him drew his sword.
There was a bang.
Several flying swords were shot flying with no way to avoid it within a breath.
A horrified exclamation sounded.
The old man who had just fallen silent in the wheelchair also raised his head suddenly, the emotion in his heart was shocked to the extreme.
In his perception, the big sword following the outsider was like a huge hammer.
Those flying swords were not only knocked into the air, but also completely destroyed!
What an amazing power this is!
He knew that the entourage was from the seventh realm, but at this moment the power used by the opponent raised his hand instantly proved to him that this entourage was not from the ordinary seventh realm!
"I want you to change your mind."
The stranger glanced at him, and said this seriously.
A piece of green talisman fell in front of him like a naturally falling leaf, and then slowly released the breath that only the seventh realm can have.
A dark green flame ignited on this talisman.
This talisman is the real ultimate move.
Although those flying swords were fierce, they only distracted the swords of the followers behind him for a moment.
However, at this moment, to the shock of the old man and many people who blocked the alleyway in the dark again, a crimson sword appeared in the hands of the outsider.
The sword light just flashed, and the body of the foreigner shook violently, but the green talisman was thrown out by the sword and broke in two.
The section of the green talisman is very thin, but unimaginable flames spew out from it.
All the gathered vitality gushes out from this section.
Two astonishing green streams of fire collided in the sky, pushing the two fragments of talisman to the sides for tens of feet in an instant.
The green but bright firelight illuminated the faces of everyone in this alley, including the old man in the wheelchair.
The old man's wheelchair was also shaking violently. He looked at the two rivers of fire in the sky, and there was a green light glowing from the inside of the wrinkles. The bullying child, "How is it possible, you are also in the Seventh Realm!"
At this moment, a sword light lit up behind the old man.
The sword light was dim when it first appeared, but just for a moment, this sword light was like a red-hot iron rod, astonishingly hot.
A follower behind the old man let out a terrified scream, turned around and drew his sword.
His sword is fast and very strong.
Everyone around him, including the old man he was protecting, believed that he could stop the sword.
But at this moment, the sword, like a red-hot iron rod, suddenly turned around and stabbed at the follower.
The follower was startled suddenly, he felt a sense of desperation.
He had a hunch that he was going to die.
He returned the sword.
However, with a chirping sound, the follower's body froze.
He found that the desperate sword intent fell towards him, but the sword body itself did not change direction.
The red-hot iron rod-like long sword was inserted into the old man's body from the back of the wheelchair, and the tip of the sword protruded from the old man's chest, emitting steaming heat.
The follower screamed frantically and bewilderedly.
He didn't know why he couldn't stop the sword.
The old man is also very confused.
He also realized that whether it was the earth-shattering swing of the sword by the entourage, or the sudden display of the seven-level strength of the foreigner, it was just a cover for the last sword, but he still couldn't figure out why the foreigner People were obviously not in the Seventh Realm in a battle not long ago, so why did they reach the Seventh Realm not long after. He also couldn't understand why this sword was able to pierce into his body even though it was not strong.
"Feel sorry."
At this time, the stranger bowed to him from a distance, and sincerely apologized: "If you don't die, many people will die."
Sensing that the people in front and behind the street were too shocked to move, the attendant behind the stranger put down the sword in his hand, and said softly: "Wang Taixu, you surprised me too."
"It really depends a lot on what a person in particular has said to me."
Knowing that everything is a foregone conclusion, the foreigner stood with his sword behind his back, shook his head, and responded: "Before I finally left Changling, he told me that the most important thing to break through is no longer talent, but The most intense emotion."
The entourage behind him was slightly startled, as if he had realized something.
The foreigner continued softly: "I didn't understand at first, but later you walked with me, felt your sword intent up close, and the farther you were from Changling, I gradually understood. Practitioners like you often end up I was able to break through to a very high level because of hatred between the country and the family... Your love and hatred are far richer than ordinary practitioners, and your emotions are far more intense than ordinary practitioners. The more intense your emotions... even your perception seems to be more intense... Intensify. Human emotion is always the strongest force in this world."
The entourage behind him thought about it seriously, thinking about the most outstanding and powerful practitioners in Zhaodi and Changling in those years, and thinking that there seemed to be no one who flattered them, and they all seemed to be genuine to the extreme character, he felt more reasonable.