Practicing magical skills by mistake will cause chaos in the world

"Didn't you already get the Twelve-Storied Tower?" Shanwei said.

"Friend, I found a few people to practice! No one has succeeded at all!" Ye Qiandeng said with a raised eyebrow.

Even if it's a secret book taught by someone he considers a friend, he still has to find someone to practice it first.

In the rivers and lakes, it is essential to be on guard against others!

"The Twelve-Level Tower requires extremely high levels of understanding and talent. Not everyone can practice it!" Shanwei said.

"Hmph! What kind of understanding and fate, there is no swordsmanship that you can't practice! He must not want to teach it, so he just found an excuse for not having enough understanding!" Ye Qiandeng didn't believe this.

He took a step forward, like a big bird flying over, and said: "Friend! Die in peace!"

Under the moonlight, the sword's light glowed slightly coldly, like a bright lone moon, slashing towards Shanwei with its cold moonlight.

Shanwei knew that the most powerful time of the Ye family's sword technique "Ye Dao" was at night.

Looking at the bright sword light, there is a shadow of the sword as black as ink. In this darkness, there are two shadows of the sword, one bright and one dark, which is strange and difficult to prevent.

So he drew his sword!

"The white jade capital in the sky, twelve layers and five floors!"

A sword was swung out, and the sword light was bright and elegant. It didn't look like the human world, but it came from the sky, passing through heavy clouds and mist!

The sword of banishment!

With two "dang, dang" sounds, Shanwei's sword light blocked Ye Qiandeng's two swords of light and shadow, but was unable to slash at Ye Qiandeng.

Because he is too weak.

"Okay! Good swordsmanship!" Ye Qiandeng watched as the sword light cut through his clothes on his chest. Maybe if Shanwei used a little more force, he would be disemboweled.

It's shameful to say that he and Shanwei were both Qihai cultivators, so Shanwei always beat him up.

The swordsmanship of "Twelve Layers of the Tower" is really too powerful!

He really wants it, even if it means betraying his friends!

"Friend! You are still able to hold on to the 'Bone-Eroting Broken Heart Powder' in your body until now, and you can still swing a sword and almost kill me! It's beyond my surprise!" Ye Qiandeng looked at it with admiration. At the mountain fair.

"The Twelve-Level Tower is an external possession. Hand it over and I will give you the antidote. We can still be friends!" Ye Qiandeng said seriously.

"Friend, you saved my life in the past! I have already taught you a mere copy of "The Twelve-Storied Tower"!" Shanwei said with a pale face and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, holding on to the door of the mountain temple to stand firm.

He has truly run out of oil.

This time no one came to save him.

"Hey! How helpless!" Ye Qiandeng sighed and said, "You forced me to do this!"

He swung his long sword and slashed towards Shanwei with another bright sword light.

Shanwei looked at the light of the sword and couldn't stand still. He could only wait for death.

Shi Feizhe was originally hiding in the ruined temple, but when he saw Shanwei's sword just now, he thought about it. Such incredible swordsmanship has never been seen even in Sancaizhuang a few days ago.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, all I could do was scrape Ye Qiandeng!

You can’t do this either!

He could see clearly that these two people were close friends, but they both wanted to kill each other! Especially Ye Qiandeng kept saying that he was helpless, handing over the secret book and still being friends. In fact, he has completely become murderous. After killing Shanwei, he will kill him!

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others, he must save himself!

Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts unremittingly for the past half month, and with three times the training speed, the "True Source Qi" of the "True Source Sword Finger Art" formed a small ball in his Dantian.

He has a chance!

So he rolled over and took advantage of Ye Qiandeng's words to reach the inside of the temple door, which was Ye Qiandeng's blind spot.

When he saw Ye Qiandeng flying towards Shanwei, he knew this was his only chance!

He aimed at Ye Qiandeng, raised his right hand, and the true energy in his body followed the trajectory of a few days ago, starting from the Dantian, going up to "Chengjing" and then transferred to the "Shoulder" of his right arm, all the way down to the tip of the ring finger. "Guan Chong".

"Whoosh~" There was a strange sound, like a bird chirping, or like the sound of an object cutting through the space at high speed. When Ye Qiandeng was about to cut down Shanwei, he flew from the side of Shanwei.

"What thing!" He was surprised. The bright knife did not change its direction, but the shadow knife slashed at the thing.

Unfortunately, he was slow.

The True Source Sword Qi penetrated his chest at an extremely fast speed, opening a hole as thick as a finger in his chest!

The sword energy is fast and urgent, like a flying swallow piercing the clouds, disappearing in the blink of an eye, hence the name "flying swallow piercing the clouds"!

"You...how..." Ye Qiandeng covered the big hole in his chest and hurriedly tapped the acupuncture points, running his true energy to block the blood. It was a pity that this sword energy did not hit the vital point. If it had hit the throat, heart or other places, Ye Qiandeng would probably be angry on the spot!

At this moment, Shanwei struck out with another sword.

The sword light was misty and misty, like a dream, in the night moonlight, with a slight mist, gently across the throat of Shi Qian Deng.

After the sword light passed, a red line appeared on Ye Qiandeng's throat, and then his head flew up and blood spurted out, staining Shanwei's body.

"If you have this move, you should have told me earlier!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but said when he saw Shanwei's sword. He saw the headless Ye Qiandeng fall down, and Shanwei also fell.

This sword was really Shanwei's last sword. When he was waiting for Ye Qiandeng to cut him, he died together with Ye Qiandeng. Unexpectedly, Shi Feizhe, who was passing by, helped him and kept him alive.

Although he survived, he fainted after one sword blow.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't die!" These were the words he heard before he fell into coma.

I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up again, it was already daytime.

"You're awake. You've been in a coma for seven years. Your child is already six years old!" Shi Feizhe saw Shanxu wake up and slowly sit up. He said jokingly.

It's no wonder that he was in a good mood. It was because the man called Ye Qiandeng was too rich! Not only did he have twenty or thirty taels of gold and silver, but he also had beautiful jade and a long sword.

The long sword was about three feet long, shining with cold light. It looked extraordinary!

In Shi Feizhe's eyes, this sword was probably worth hundreds of taels of silver!

Sure enough, in the rivers and lakes, you can't get rich by working. Killing and robbing are the only options for getting rich.

Shanxu looked at the ruined temple and the extinguished fire, and it was still daytime. How could he not guess that he was only unconscious for half a day, not the seven years that Shi Feizhe said.

"Yanzhou Shanxu, thank you for saving my life!" Shanxu said to Shi Feizhe with a fist.

"I'm Shi Feizhe! No need to be polite! You killed the man, not me!" Shi Feizhe pointed to the two small ceramic bottles and a copy of "Twelve-story Tower" in front of Shanxu and said, "These are the pills found on that man. I don't recognize them either. See if they are the antidote for your poisoning."

Although he worked as a handyman in the clinic, he was just a hard laborer. He didn't even learn to identify herbs, let alone pills.

Shanxu opened the two bottles, smelled them, and swallowed one of them and said, "They are just regular pills for recuperating the internal breath and medicine for wounds. My friend didn't bring any antidotes at all."

Come to think of it, who the hell would bring an antidote for no reason, especially an antidote for the poison he poisoned himself.

If you bring an antidote with you when you go out, what if someone kills you in return? Wouldn't that mean you poisoned him in vain?