Devil Seeds

The rivers and lakes are Vanity Fair.

Therefore, reputation is everything to Jianghu people.

People can die, but they cannot be anonymous.

The unknown person has never really set foot in the rivers and lakes.

Wei Yan is not from a quack, let alone a quack.

He doesn't want a name.

But he is addicted to swords!

For him, the sword is life.

So when he came to this world of high martial arts, he seemed like a fish in water just like Dugu Ming.

It is different from monks who are used to retreat, enlightenment, study of the law, and discussion of the Tao... Occasionally travel around the world and play in the world of mortals.

The habit of people in the martial arts is to use weapons and fists to reason, live a more commonplace life, and live a more vulgar life.

Wei Yan likes this kind of reasoning very much.

Wei Yan didn't care about the shitty top ten martial arts classics... Even when the rumors were in full swing, he never took a second look.

But at this moment, he looked at his opponent, the young swordsman who was only in his twenties, with incomparable solemnity.

Because from this opponent, Wei Yan felt a quality similar to him... even purer than him.

This is something he can't have, so he is very envious of it.

"Murongshang...knows swords at the age of three and learned swords at the age of five. It has been twenty years since this sword has lived up to the name of our ancestors. I invite you to taste it today, regardless of life or death." The young man in black clothes held the sword Looking at Wei Yan seriously, he said seriously.

This is a pious man.

The glory of ancestor Murong Bai did not become his burden.

Instead, it became his motivation and direction.

When a person becomes pure, then he will be naturally powerful.

"Wei Yan!" Wei Yan said his name simply, and completed such a seemingly unnecessary ceremony without embarrassment.

Most of the martial arts people watching around are swordsmen.

Some people stood on the treetops, some stood on the top of the valley, and some stood behind the rocks beside them.

They were all watching the fight that was about to start, and almost no one spoke, and no one discussed it. The sword slaves in Buried Sword Valley have already made preparations in advance. The moment the loser appears, they will take away his sword and hide in Buried Sword Valley.

It seems to be infected by this inexplicable atmosphere.

Wei Yan suddenly remembered what an old friend said to him many years ago.

He said: "Those who choose to learn the sword and regard it as the highest will have some special feelings. Such feelings, in the eyes of others, are like madness, which is incomprehensible."

Wei Yan has always agreed with this sentence.

Now I have a new understanding.

No extra nonsense.

Two swordsmen drew their swords at the same time.

At this moment... the light of the sword fight surpassed the limitation of time and space, as if two worlds collided fiercely again.

Ding ding ding...!

In a series of sword-light interactions, the two figures quickly jumped vertically and horizontally.

The noisy wind stopped here.

The sudden rain cloud was also violently dispersed.

When the last leaf falls from the treetops overhead.

The young man in black clothes fell into a pool of blood, without a trace of remorse on his face, instead he showed a joyful smile.

For him... was born by the sword, died by the sword, although he can no longer bear the glory of his ancestors, he has already witnessed his own glory, and he has no regrets in dying.

Wei Yan looked at the sword in his hand and suddenly felt melancholy.

His melancholy is that he is not pure after all.

Although zhenqi is not mana, he subconsciously used some skills of controlling the sword in the fight just now.

It is even more melancholy that this young man who was killed by him was born in such a world.

Otherwise, he will definitely accept him as a disciple and teach him carefully.

Maybe a hundred years later, Jianzong will produce another strong man who will shake the world.

"The magical value has reached 32,000 points!" Such a voice came from Ke Xiaoliang's ear.

And the sound is coherent, not monotonous.

Ke Xiaoliang only glanced at this battle lightly, and then swept away.

Bai Xiaosheng's rankings have been updated.

There are newcomers on the list and old people off the list.

Naturally, some people are not convinced, and some are not reconciled.

Challenges, vendettas, and conflicts of interests have never stopped and will never stop.

Even so, in terms of the harvest of magic points, it is only barely reaching a balance of payments.

Ke Xiaoliang was not in a hurry to withdraw from the second major event.

After all, the top ten martial arts classics still need to digest for a while.

Ke Xiaoliang focused on the world of high martial arts, in order to plant a foreshadowing first.

To plan for the future.

A large amount of true energy returned to Ke Xiaoliang's body again.

The level of Qi training has risen rapidly again.

The twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-fourth layers... were broken one after another.

It seems that this has already surpassed the realm of Qi training with more than ten layers of Qi training, and it seems that it is effortless to improve it.

The liquefied true qi is further compressed and purified.

As long as Ke Xiaoliang thinks, every moment, he can condense his true energy into a devil embryo, draw thoughts into the true energy, and transform it into mana.

And with mana, you can be called a real monk.

A series of magical methods can be used by monks.

In the world of God's Domain, Ke Xiaoliang was constantly running knives and swords on his martial arts arena.

At this time, the sword was alive in his hands.

It is no longer a rigid move, but a flexible response to the movement of breath, direction, timing and even light.

Like knives and swords, they are alive in his hands.

Suddenly, Dugu Ming appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and attacked him with a sword.

Ke Xiaoliang waved his sword to meet him.

Dugu Ming's sword is extremely seductive and routine, and when it enters his rhythm, then the flaws and weaknesses are under his control.

Ke Xiaoliang didn't care about him, the swords and swords struck together, the changes of Yin and Yang, cross piercing, and jumping back and forth.

After only a few rounds, he killed the Dugu Ming that was reproduced according to the collected data.

Later, Wei Yan appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and became his new opponent.

Using the world, collecting data, and then fabricating opponents in God's Domain, using these people to make moves... is also one of Ke Xiaoliang's more flexible usages of Huzhongjie.

True Qi accumulation and theoretical knowledge are important, but practical experience...is also very important.

Accompanied by the further spread of blood symbols.

More monks entered the gourd realm.

And the first stop of these monks is the post-nuclear wasteland world.

At the moment of understanding the world view, even if they had been told long ago, the monks who entered the wasteland world would still inevitably contribute a wave of magic value to Ke Xiaoliang.

Immediately afterwards, they were shocked by the picture in front of them.

On the endless wasteland, the black clouds and the black and yellow sand dunes are intertwined, as if the sky and the earth cannot be distinguished.

What separates this world is a large group of ferocious monsters wearing iron pants.

These ferocious behemoths are lined up to form a queue, even if they stand quietly on the ground, there is also a silent shock, which makes people swallow their saliva.

On the opposite side of these ferocious monsters are some weird people with wings on their backs and sharp horns on their heads.

Most of them only have a partial human form, and more... are more like monsters.