It is impossible to describe Xue Wangxu's simple sword in words.

One sword came out and thousands of colorful glass swords were destroyed.

Feng Qianzhuo leaned against the steps, covered his blood-flowing abdomen, and was shocked and angry, shouting shrillly: "Why!"

Most people did not come back to their senses from the shock of the scene just now, and did not understand what Feng Qianzhuo asked at this time meant.

But Xue Wangxu knew.

He looked at Feng Qianzhuo with some contempt and sympathy, and said lightly: "A person like you, even if he uses the sword technique of dying together, has less momentum and less true meaning."

A burst of exclamations and violent inhalations sounded.

After hearing Xue Wangxu's words, many noble people from Zhushan County began to understand what had just happened.

From the beginning, Xue Wangxu didn't want to get too entangled with Feng Qianzhuo. After all, the sword scriptures in Bashan Sword Field have many mysterious changes that outsiders don't know, so he only used one sword.

This is a sword that accumulated strength after enduring his natal sword for many years.

Feng Qianzhuo's sword could not stop any of his swords, so he used the Seven Treasure Glazed Sword to shake out tens of millions of swords to attack and attack.

However, Xue Wangxu did not change any sword power at all.

Feng Qianzhu did not dare to die with Xue Wangxu. It can even be said that from the beginning when he set out the sword, Xue Wangxu had already felt that there was something wrong with Feng Qianzhu's sword intent.

Feng Qianzhuo didn't want to die, so he had to lose.

Feng Qianzhuo covered his abdomen, and blood kept flowing out from his fingers. He felt the severe pain in his abdomen and the terrifying sword intent. Thinking that the long-lasting peace and well-being was broken by this sword, he finally laughed fiercely like crazy: "You won...but do you think you can leave Zhushan County safely?"

"You have almost exhausted all your true energy with that sword just now!"

"Kill him for me!"

...

"Kill them!"

"Don't let them go!"

As Feng Qianzhuo's sharp laughter sounded, countless angry shouts came from the crowds surrounding every street and alley.

Ding Ning's face was still calm.

He looked up at the sky above and saw only many black crows circling below the white clouds and above the eaves.

With a chorus, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous costume rushed up with his sword.

His face is very similar to Feng Qianzhuo, and he should be one of Feng Qianzhuo's nephews.

Many blazing flames sprinkled from the red sword in his hand, like many fire 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 used this bamboo broom to stab it out like a sword.

The front end of the bamboo broom burned.

The man in a gorgeous costume rushed up to try to swing his sword to cut off the broom burning at the front, but for some reason, it was like a strange time difference that could not be reached.

The burning bamboo broom at the front pierced his chest.

With a puff, the flames went out.

Many half-burned tiny bamboo branches pierced into his flesh and blood, and were rushed out by the blood and energy that gushed out of his body.

The man in gorgeous clothes stood in disbelief. The sword in his hand stretched forward in vain, but it was still several feet away from Xue Wangxu's body.

The next moment, he lowered his head in a daze, looked at the long handle of the bamboo broom pressing against his chest, and then he lost all his strength and sat down to the ground in depressed manner.

Several more people rushed up roaring.

Xue Wangxu stood there, but reached out and stabbed several times.

A fountain of blood flowed out of the chests of the people, and they fell to the ground screaming.

The broom handle is still a broom handle, but it is just an ordinary long bamboo pole. However, because the tiny bamboo branches at the front have dissipated, a layer of blood is dyed at the front, and there is more arousal under the friction between flesh and bones. So at this moment, in Xue Wangxu's hand, this ordinary long bamboo pole is like an extra long bamboo sword.

The surroundings quickly became quiet.

Looking at the several practitioners who fell in the pool of blood in Xue Wangxu's simple stab, many of the nobles in Zhushan County who were already preparing to take action also sat down again with pale faces.

In the few thorns just now, Xue Wangxu did not use any true energy at all.

He was just telling everyone in this way that even if he did not use his true energy, there was still a huge gap in understanding and power of swordsmanship between the seventh level practitioners and ordinary practitioners and warriors.

To kill practitioners above the seventh level, you must use a large number of troops or many practitioners of the fiveth level and sixth level to fight against them.

Just based on Zhushan County today, if Xue Wangxu is left alone, how many people will die?

"I might die, everyone will die."

Xue Wangxu casually hung down the long bamboo pole dripping with blood, looked at Feng Qianzhuo who was surrounded by some people indifferently, and said, "But I can guarantee that I will kill you before I die."

Because of pain and frightened anger, Feng Qianzhuo's whole body trembled.

However, he began to realize clearly that what Xue Wangxu said was the fact. Just by counting swords just now, he understood that his understanding of swords was nothing compared to Xue Wangxu.

If it weren't for the famous sword in Bashan Sword Field, he would lose even more miserablely.

"You're bullying too much!"

He didn't know how to answer, so he shouted angrily.

Xue Wangxu smiled faintly.

From the very beginning, he had said to Feng Qianzhuo that he would not speak for a long time without speculation, but he would still have to rely on swords to speak.

If the sword that broke through the turbid waves made him feel relaxed physically and mentally, he might not have said a word after defeating Feng Qianzhuo.

So at this moment he didn't want to say anything more, but 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 said calmly: "What are we bullying too much? From the beginning, we just wanted to go back to Dingyan Zhu, and all the rules were determined by you. When you scolded, we didn't even say a word. In the entire Qin Dynasty, there were many fair duels that set conditions in advance in a day, but like you Zhushan County, you don't admit defeat and want to kill us all here... There are not many places in the Qin Dynasty. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"And you Feng family."

After pausing slightly, Ding Ning, who followed Xue Wangxu through the crowd separated like a tide, continued to say calmly: "A thing that could have been solved by a fair duel before the temple fair was to be intimidated by the queen's scroll. In the end, he lost the competition and wanted to incite people from Zhushan County to try to kill a practitioner in the seventh realm. Even if you Feng family can not admit this, if such a thing is spread, what do you Feng family think the adults in Changling think? Do you think your Feng family is doing a good job?"

Hearing Ding Ning's calm and cold words and thinking about the words, Feng Qianzhuo's body became colder and colder, and his heart became more and more frightened. In the end, his clothes were wet with cold sweat. Looking at the figures of Ding Ning and Xue Wangxu who disappeared from sight, he let out a desperate beast-like roar.

The crowd kept separating in front of Xue Wangxu, just like the sea making way for a passage.

"How does it feel?"

Ding Ning, who followed Xue Wangxu like a shadow, looked at Zhushan County people with extremely complicated expressions on both sides, and asked Xue Wangxu softly.

Xue Wangxu turned his head and looked 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 very good too."

Xue Wangxu said, "I don't mean that... I'm asking you how you feel after swallowing Dingyan Pearl."

Feeling the pure medicinal power of the Dingyan Bead that was slowly released into his body, Ding Ning's expression became solemn.

Apart from leaving this technique, the legendary Youdi, no one has ever known the mystery of the Nine Dead Silkworm. Even though he has already practiced the Nine Dead Silkworm, some of the characteristics of this technique can only be noticed by him as his cultivation progresses.

The moment he swallowed the Dingyan Bead, he found that he had overlooked a fact.

It is not only those elixirs that directly act on the true qi and true essence that can help him practice faster.

This kind of elixir that purely nourishes the ** and nourishes the five internal organs can also help him practice faster.

Because the biggest weakness of the Nine Death Silkworm is that it consumes the five energy in its body excessively.

The Nine Death Silkworm consumes the five energys at an extremely fast speed, but it cannot let the five internal organs fail too quickly, so it must control the speed of practice.

It is just a pill that nourishes the internal organs and maintains health, but it is equivalent to swallowing more of the five qi for practice at the same rate of failure of the five internal organs.

In simplest terms, the cultivation of the Nine Death Silkworm can be faster, but his five internal organs are not strong enough to withstand faster speeds, so it may not necessarily directly act on the true qi and the spiritual medicine of the true essence. As long as the health pills that can strengthen the five internal organs can also make him practice faster in the future.

Not only does this beauty bead have made him feel as if the medicine is injected with a lot of new life, but more importantly, for him, some sudden enlightenment and reminders in his practice.

“It feels very good.”

So he looked at Xue Wangxu very seriously and said, "You can win at least several years."

Xue Wangxu didn't know what Ding Ning was thinking at this moment, but he could feel Ding Ning's sincere thanks, which made him even more satisfied. He held one of the few white beards and smiled with satisfaction: "That's good."

Looking at the satisfied smile on Xue Wangxu's side face, Ding Ning's heart, filled with countless grudges and murderous grievances, was filled with warmth.

He thought of Changsun Qianxue, the old woman in the fish market... He thought of him, besides those two, he had never been with someone in Changling for so long.

Thinking of the gray-haired old man himself, he didn't have much time, so his heart became softer. He whispered: "Since that's the case, should you go and drink? Should you find a girl to accompany you?"
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