This is a Miracle

"Isn't this too awesome?"

Bai Luo watched Old Lu Wei continue to climb from the initial second level of consciousness, jumping several times in succession, and finally settled on the fifth level of consciousness: "Can you break through so much at once?"

"I'm surprised too."

The senior sister felt that Lao Luwei should not break through so quickly, but she did not notice any hidden dangers in the other party. This meant that Wujue was the product of Lao Luwei's accumulation rather than trying to force the young to succeed.

However, what surprised senior sister and Bai Luo was that Lao Luwei didn't seem to be satisfied with this. His momentum was still changing, and there was a faint tendency to break through to a higher level.

"Liujue, is this possible?"

"Disaster."

The senior sister answered Bai Luo's doubts. Before the fifth awakening, the senior sister could help, but after the fifth awakening, it has nothing to do with qualifications.

Whether one can break through the six awakenings depends on a person's experience and whether he is perfect.

Only perfect people can enter that realm.

Therefore, the five senses and time have nothing to do with the pheromones of the Miracle People. They are the true individual peak. This is the meaning of super.

"Bang!"

While Bai Luo and his senior sister were discussing, Lao Luwei also faced his final opponent.

It was a finger that lightly blocked Old Reed's sharp blade. It was extremely casual, as if it was just a trivial thing.

"Your sword skills have indeed improved a lot, Dragon Returns Home."

Looking at the figure in front of him, Lao Luwei's eyes became more solemn: "Finally, is it you, Teacher Siwu Ling?"

"But even if it's you, I..."

"puff!!"

Blood splashed out from Old Reed's body. The old man suddenly jumped back, and then looked ahead with disbelief.

"Exactly what you thought."

"I am indeed an illusion."

Si Wuling put his hands in his hands and said slowly in a calm tone: "But can you defeat me in your mind?"

"Behead them, and so will you."

Every time Lao Luwei swung his sword before, he was cutting off his entanglement with the past. But now, he is facing the decision of the most important person in his life: "Even if the teacher stands in front of him, I will not let him go." Still, I’ll kill you.”

"Hooh"

The old man named Si Wu Ling had a smile on his face. He didn't have any weapons in his hands, and he didn't look like a strong man. Instead, he was stooped, like a candle in the wind.

However, Lao Luwei knew very well how powerful the opponent was. It was a world of difference. He was the strongest person he had never encountered even though he had experienced it so far.

The old man is indeed very powerful, he can do anything.

But Lao Luwei still felt that Siwu Ling was stronger and that he was an insurmountable chasm.

"Drink!!"

Going forward indomitably and facing death, Lao Luwei did not use any fancy sword skills or mysteries. He just rushed forward and slashed at the teacher from top to bottom.

"Bang!"

The blade shattered, blood spattered, Old Luwei's clothes were torn apart, and a bloodstain stretching from the left abdomen to the right abdomen was slowly opening.

"You are aware enough, but in terms of strength," Si Wu Ling said, "you are still far from it."

"Dragon Returns Home kid."

"It is also."

Old Luwei gave a low shout, then raised his knife and struck again from bottom to top.

Unfortunately, without any surprise, Siwu Ling dodged his attack again. Only this time, a few drops of blood splashed on the old man's body, staining his clothes.

"Hehehe."

Old Luwei smiled. He knew very well how huge the gap in strength between himself and his teacher was. Looking at the world and the entire Miracle World, Old Luwei could not find anyone stronger than Si Wuling.

But now, the other party's body was stained with filth, and the blood stains were Old Reed's answer.

"If you can't kill the enemy, I'll splatter him with my blood."

Siwu Ling was not angry. On the contrary, he was very happy: "Among so many disciples, your swordsmanship is not the strongest, but you are indeed the most similar to me."

"There is no regret in becoming a knife in the hands of others, even with a broken body."

"If the sword doesn't come out of the scabbard, even if it rots in the scabbard," Si Wuling lamented, "It's rusty, but it still keeps moving forward."

"Did you identify it?"

"Disciple sees clearly."

Lao Luwei answered the teacher's question. The distance between him and the teacher was the last step of this realization. He could clearly distinguish the world of difference and glimpse the infinite greatness: "I am still far away..."

"congratulations."

Siwu Ling said something in a deep voice, then reached out and snatched the broken blade from Lao Luwei's hand, then held the handle of the knife with both hands and raised it high: "You are now qualified to be chopped by me."

"Uh-huh!"

The light of the sword fell, and Old Luwei opened his eyes. He returned to reality and got the power he wanted.

The fifth consciousness is only half a step away from the sixth consciousness.

However, this half-step was only a matter of time. Old Luwei had already found his own direction. He just had to sharpen the blade sharply enough to cut through the thorns again.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

At the same time, in the unknown and mysterious headquarters of the trading house, an old man who was taking a nap opened his eyes. He was none other than Si Wu Ling, who had previously confronted Lao Luwei in the illusion.

"You really taught an amazing guy."

Si Wu Ling, an old man who does not belong to the Seven-Crown Emperor, but is qualified to stand beside the queen, is also the strongest master of cutting skills in the world.

"Just now," the Great Emperor of Jibei was also here. He heard Si Wu Ling mutter to himself: "Did you go to meet someone?"

"right."

Siwu Ling: "My eldest disciple, you should be more careful when we meet next time. If you don't pay attention, you may be killed by him."

"But, I'm so envious."

"I can meet a knife-wielding man," Siwu Ling clasped his hands and leaned in the corner of the courtyard: "Unlike me, I am already an outdated old guy."

"Don't say such scary things, Senior Siwu Ling."

The Emperor of the Far North said speechlessly: "If someone can gain your allegiance, I feel scared just thinking about such a guy."

"It's not like the little bastards are not living up to expectations."

Siwu Ling said nonchalantly: "I don't have much time left to live, can't you let me see their growth? Do you want me to walk up to them and say, 'Come and chop me down, chop me down' I will give you treasures'?"

"If you really do this, His Highness Yagen will be unhappy."

"It's really troublesome."

Siwu Ling said helplessly: "I am also very busy. If I don't take action, I will even forget how to hold the sword."

"If you're bored, just go to my place as a guest."

Emperor Jibei: "But my sister doesn't remember you now. She has a bit of a bad temper now. Senior, please be patient."

"Don't tell me she was very gentle before," Siwu Ling said, "Okay, okay, I will pay attention. If she comes to fight me, I will just surrender."

"Then I'll trouble you, senior."

As the Emperor of Jibei said, he took Siwu Ling to his Jibei Empire. Before setting off, Siwuling said something else: "Long is returning to his hometown. Other little devils, please come on."