In mid-air, the two sword beams collided for thousands of times in the blink of an eye. The flashing human figure was almost invisible in the lightning sword beams.
On one hand, the sea was roaring and the waves were crashing against the shore in endless waves.
On one side, there was a thick layer of purple mist, and raging waves seemed to have spread into the vast rivers and mountains, and soon diluted to only a trickle.
Every time Wang Daoning competed with Cui Wenjing, he had this feeling of not being able to use his strength. The two of them were somewhat incompatible, so in the ranking of the Book of Troubled Times, he was always one step behind Cui Wenjing.
It is not about using softness to overcome hardness... Cui Wenjing is not soft either.
He is vast, with purple clouds filling the mountains and rivers, and a myriad of auras.
Wang Daoning has always found it difficult to understand why a person who is so concerned about his family can have such a great ambition for the country, but these two contradictory points seem to be very harmonious when applied to Cui Wenjing. He is such a contradictory person.
It is also because of this that the sword intent that clearly seems to be from the true master of Qinghe Sword still cannot be recognized by Qinghe Sword. In the eyes of the sword spirit, it is not quite right.
But whether the sword spirit recognized it or not, it was meaningless. The Qinghe Sword had been robbed of half of its energy by Xia Longyuan, and the sword spirit's slumber was mostly due to force majeure. And his Zhenhai Sword had been replenished with energy from the sea clan and had been completely restored - perhaps Cui Wenjing would think that the Zhenhai Sword might not be the Zhenhai Sword anymore, but Wang Daoning knew it was still the Zhenhai Sword.
The vast purple air gradually began to ripple, as if it was unable to bear the weight.
"With vast rivers and mountains, and raging seas and tides... Wen Jing, have you ever thought that the sea is actually more vast than the land? It may seem restrained, but when the strengths and weaknesses are different, you will be completely overwhelmed and drowned."
The Zhenhai Sword seemed to be advancing slowly in front of Cui Wenjing at an extremely slow speed, so slow that one could see the carvings and inscriptions on the sword, each word clearly visible.
But in Cui Wenjing's eyes, there was neither a sword nor Wang Daoning in front of him.
It's like standing alone on a crumbling reef, facing huge waves that are hundreds of feet high. They seem to be approaching slowly from a distance, but are unavoidable and overwhelming, suffocating.
"Your practice has also improved, and it's not entirely dependent on the Zhenhai Sword... No wonder you are so confident." Cui Wenjing's eyes were neither sad nor happy: "But Cui is not standing still."
A spot of purple light appeared in the raging waves. It seemed extremely dim at first glance, but it penetrated the raging waves and actually broke through them. The raging waves could not even dissolve this faint fluorescence.
Wang Daoning's pupils shrank: "You have actually reached this level..."
"also".
The huge waves suddenly turned into a very thin line, like the distant horizon, the boundary between the sea and the sky.
"Ding!" The tips of the two swords collided, both sides were shocked, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, and they flew backwards.
The two people at the bottom of the Heavenly Ranking have actually glimpsed the threshold of the Imperial Realm.
Even if the Zhenhai Sword was restored, Wang Daoning could borrow more power from the divine sword than Cui Wenjing's Qinghe Sword, but both sides would still suffer losses!
The ranking on the Heavenly List is correct.
But as Wang Daoning retreated, he suddenly grabbed in the air with his left hand.
Cui Wenjing was originally only slightly injured and was trying to recover his disordered internal energy when suddenly his whole body tensed up and his blood seemed to flow out in the direction it had just overflowed. He spurted out another mouthful of blood and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, with blood spilling into the sky.
He couldn't even hold the sword in his hand anymore, and fell down.
Cui Wenjing couldn't even pick up the sword. He tried his best to suppress the rush of blood in his veins and whispered, "Inducing water flow in the human body... This is not a skill of the Wang family, or even a skill of this world. It is indeed from the sea clan..."
"I'm sorry, Wen Jing." Wang Daoning stopped falling, leaped forward in the air, and stabbed down with a sword.
Cui Wenjing showed a hint of smile.
How could he not guess that the Wang family had the secret skills of the sea clan? He had read countless ancient books and made countless secret preparations these days. He could not break it, but he was not beaten so badly as he was now, as if he was totally unprepared, and even lost his sword.
When Wang Daoning thought he could win, the Qinghe sword that seemed to be falling suddenly flew back silently and headed straight for Wang Daoning's back!
This wasn't done by the spirit of the Qinghe Sword... This was Cui Wenjing flying the sword!
"Snap!" Wang Daoning thrust his sword forward. Cui Wenjing clasped his hands together, allowing the sword energy to pass through his body while tightly clamping the Zhenhai Sword.
Wang Daoning was alarmed. He knew that there was something attacking him from behind, but he was reluctant to abandon his ancestral sword. He hesitated for a moment and lost the chance to dodge. He twisted his body awkwardly while holding the sword. The Qinghe Sword brushed past his right rib and passed through, returning to Cui Wenjing's hand.
Cui Wenjing took the sword, fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and laughed.
Everything was just as expected. For people from aristocratic families like me, losing the ancestral sword was as painful as losing one's life. Wang Daoning was reluctant to abandon the sword immediately, just as he could not imagine that he would lose the ancestral sword on his own initiative. In fact, he was not much better. In the end, he still had to get the sword back, otherwise he would not be at peace even when he died.
Such results are just what we deserve.
I have no more resistance, Wang Daoning still has enough strength to attack me again. But he is also seriously injured and it is unlikely that he will attack Puyang again. He must go back to heal his wounds and practice... What happens next depends on his children...
Wang Daoning covered his rib injury and shook his head. He admired his old friend's calculation and determination. He flew down with the sword in hand: "Wen Jing, I'm sorry."
At this moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat and he looked towards the south in horror.
The murderous energy surged in the sky, and the sky was dyed blood red. Just looking at it from a distance made one feel terrified.
It was as if the power of a ferocious beast from ancient times descended from the sky, and a dark red wave of blood arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Wang Daoning slashed with his sword at high speed, but unfortunately he was also badly injured at this moment, blood waves broke out, and the evil spirit was hard to dissipate, rushing towards him. Even though he used the energy to protect his body in time, he was still torn apart by blood and flesh, and it was miserable.
Now the injuries of King Cui and the others are almost the same...
This is definitely an attack that is close to the realm of control. Which person on the Heavenly Ranking is here to reap the benefits
Wang Daoning strained his eyes to see a big man running towards him with a broadsword in his hand. “You hurt my father-in-law, don’t go!”
... Zhao Changhe? How did he manage to deliver that attack just now
Wang Daoning could almost see Cui Wenjing, who was lying on the ground, grinning, his mouth almost reaching his ears.
Oh shit.
The most infuriating thing is that I really have to leave now, otherwise the Book of Chaos might dodge "Cui Wenjing and Zhao Changhe join forces to kill Wang Daoning in Puyang"... No. Wang Daoning was about to turn around, but suddenly stopped.
Zhao Changhe should be killed here, otherwise Zhao Ling will not be his opponent in the future.
With a flash of thought, Zhao Changhe had already rushed over, leaped over, and slashed wildly with his broadsword: "Die!"
A transparent shadow like a water pattern suddenly emerged from behind Wang Daoning, and a palm silently hit Zhao Changhe's chest.
Cui Wenjing shouted, "Be careful!"
Suddenly, a dragon-shaped fist shadow descended from the sky and hit the water shadow fiercely.
Wang Daoning was shocked: "Xia Longyuan!"
Zhao Changhe didn't have time to care about Wang Daoning. He pounced with all his might, hugged Cui Wenjing and flew away from the range of the fist.
"Boom!" A shocking explosion resounded through the space.
Zhao Changhe was not able to completely avoid the aftermath of the energy and was knocked out and rolled several times before he stopped. He turned around and coughed, and saw that the river bank plain was shattered by this blow, revealing a deep pit of dozens of feet.
Wang Daoning had disappeared, and the shadow of the water ripples was nowhere to be found.
I looked down at my father-in-law in my arms. His face was pale as gold paper and he was completely unconscious.
Zhao Changhe panted for a long time, then suddenly jumped up and pointed to the sky: "Old Xia, fuck you, you were watching the battle here, but you just sat there and watched Old Cui die? When you saw the sea creatures appear, you rushed to attack them without caring whether there would be accidental injuries. Do you think you are so cool? Others are protecting your kingdom, your kingdom!"
The air was silent and no one responded for a long while.
At the same time, three thousand Blood God followers appeared on the outskirts of the battlefield. After careful consideration, Wang Zhaoling decided not to continue fighting and led his men to retreat.
Cui Yuanyong opened the city gates and led the light cavalry in pursuit. After a chaotic fight, the two sides retreated.
The Wang family’s first rebellion ended in failure.
(End of this chapter)