A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Master Tie Jian, it's a pity that you were able to understand the meaning of the sword."

"It seems to have been plotted against me."

Jiang Ding sheathed his sword and shook his head slightly.

Golden elixir cultivators of the same level, and the techniques they practiced seemed to be lower-level techniques deliberately spread by the Great Sun Sword Sect to cultivate potential disciples. The Dantian and the souls of these people had no secrets in his eyes.

At a glance, 90% of the situation can be seen, even clearer than they themselves.

Iron Sword Master Guo Kai,

The purity of his soul, the intensity of his fighting spirit, the solidity of his Taoist heart, and the concentration of his magic power have all reached the standard of comprehending the sword's intention. He has walked out of countless piles of dead people and can bravely draw his sword to fight against powerful enemies. , all have consciousness.

Such people are the true disciples of the Great Sun Sword Sect.

Those disciples of the inner sect and the elders of the outer sect, such as Ke Qing, although they are inside the sect and are closer to the Great Sun Sword Sect, they cannot compare with him.

There is a hidden and hidden wound on Guo Kai's soul.

It was this hidden injury that prevented him from transforming his soul and understanding the meaning of the sword. He had been standing still for many years, from the early stage of the Golden Core to the peak of the Golden Core. He wasted hundreds of years, unable to step into the core of the Great Sun Sword Sect, and finally couldn't. Not crazy.

"Isn't it a very intoxicating feeling to poach the group's corners and enrich yourself?"

Jiang Ding sighed.

Individual interests and sect interests are not always consistent, and there are conflicts from time to time.

If supervision is not strict, this kind of thing will often happen.

This is human nature and no one can avoid it.

Even the Immortal Sect cannot avoid this kind of thing. There are always loopholes in supervision, and people will get caught and collude with foreign enemies to enrich themselves.

Immediately, he collected the storage bags from Guo Kai and others, not to mention recovering the losses from the auction of Lieyang Copper, but there was still a lot left over.

"Business without capital is such a huge profit, second only to rule..."

Jiang Ding began to clean the battlefield.

It was a little different from the usual cleaning. He did not completely remove all the auras, but collected the bodies of Guo Kai and others' magic weapons. Most of the auras were removed, leaving only a few traces -

According to the standard of a talented and powerful Jindan cultivator, he almost defeated Guo Kai and others in a desperate battle and barely succeeded.

This kind of trace is more difficult.

The remaining aura, damage to the terrain, spell aftermath, inconspicuous sword marks, etc. are quite complicated and all aspects must be taken into consideration.

Fortunately for Jiang Ding, who has carefully studied concealment spells, the experience of many sages of the Immortal Sect can be directly applied, and it takes a few minutes to complete.

Everything is done.

Jiang Ding half-hidden his figure and flew away into the distance.

The reason why it is a semi-hidden figure is because it cannot cover the position on the Lieyang Bronze and cannot use its full hiding ability. This is not consistent with the status of a casual cultivator.

Here, calm down.

After a long time, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and a man in black robe appeared on the spot.

Although he was wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, and his whole body was completely covered with aura, he didn't have the slightest hint of shrinking from doing bad things. His back was straight, and he didn't seem to be too afraid of being discovered, and he didn't have the self-consciousness that a 'thief' should have.

"These casual cultivators..."

The man in black robe looked coldly everywhere, looking at some seemingly well-hidden places with a mocking look.

He did not bend down to pick up the soil, carefully check the broken branches and other traces. His spiritual consciousness swept over them. He had absolute confidence and looked down at the surroundings.

"Where is he,"

The man in black robe looked towards the direction Jiang Ding left.

"It seems like a deserted place without any spiritual veins? Eighty percent of the monks are like this. There is nothing new."

The man in black robe was not surprised. His consciousness scanned the flashing tracking marks in the sea of ​​​​consciousness: "He should have been trying for more than ten years to refine, but in the end he will find that only constant fighting, bloody battles, and killings can... Refining the Lieyang Copper bit by bit, I have to leave the seclusion at that time.”

"ten years……"

"It's been too long, maybe three years. Master is becoming more and more urgent. He's urging us too hard and will cause some accidents when the time comes."

"This person can kill Guo Kai. He must be strong enough. He is a top-quality sword-making furnace. If it is not dealt with, he might be able to understand the meaning of the sword, which would be troublesome."

"Core disciples must not be humiliated or killed. This is the bottom line."

"Otherwise, no one will be able to keep me. That old guy will discard me immediately and draw a clear line. I cannot be trusted."

The man in black robe used a spell to clean up most of the few traces left here, disappeared, and flew to another furnace.

He sent his subordinates from time to time and used many methods.

Adventures, caves of seniors, auctions, leaks found on old earthen jars, natural sword marks...

On the earth, there are many opportunities that happen to fall into the hands of people with good talent in swordsmanship. They carefully study and understand the principles of swordsmanship. From time to time, some people laugh excitedly.

Scenes after scenes turned into flickering marks falling into the sea of ​​consciousness of the black-robed man.

The men in black robes travel everywhere, arranging opportunities for heavenly materials and earthly treasures from time to time. Seniors and experts appreciate and enlighten them, or enemies come to kill the entire clan. Only one person escapes with deep hatred and hatred, vowing to understand the sword's meaning, so that the enemy's whole family cannot survive. You can't die...

And so on.

Some will eventually achieve results, while others will explode and turn everything into ashes.

The figure in black robe is like a hard-working farmer, traveling around, mobilizing various forces, watering, fertilizing, or pinching seedlings, cultivating sword-shaped spiritual plants, looking forward to harvesting fruits in the next autumn, and making his cultivation further. .

He didn't notice that a gaze hidden in the void followed him quietly, watching everything he did.

"This... is the greatest harm to swordsmanship in this world."

"Deserves to be killed."

Jiang Ding felt a little murderous intention in his heart and pronounced the sentence.

"Everyone involved must die, otherwise, the way of swordsmanship cannot grow."

If you think of this world as a spiritual field.

A large number of swordsman monks are fighting and growing in it, and various swordsmanship wisdoms are colliding and being born, becoming one of the world's swordsmanship foundations.

A single monk is inconspicuous.

Countless swordsman monks have accumulated tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of years, and the fruits of their swordsmanship wisdom may also inspire true immortals and are of inestimable value.

However, now there are pests.

Their existence not only fails to increase the world's kendo wisdom, but also inhibits the growth of the world's kendo. A single pest is not harmful and does not cause much damage.

The current situation is that pests are multiplying and expanding. To inhibit the development of kendo,

Even destroying the foundation of kendo!

You must know that the sword wisdom in this world seems to be ownerless at present.

But in the long run, it may have been engraved with three dots of water and one word "I".

"Damn it!"

"It's so shameless!"

Jiang Ding cursed in his heart: "This is my money, my future swordsmanship! Maybe the swordsman genius who can create the swordsmanship that inspires me in the future has been killed by you now, you know?"

"Practice your sword skills more often! Don't make such a mess."

"Remember them one by one, so that no one can escape in the future!"