In the quiet room where the fragrance lingers, the light and shadow dissipate and there is silence.
Duan Zhen sat in front of the couch with his eyes closed tightly, recalling today's negotiations with Meng Qi and his party.
As well as the tasks released this time by the Book of All Heavens.
Although he didn't know how far reading points could be achieved, there was no need for him to think too much about it.
Saving Jiang Guo only requires 100 reading points, which is a thousand times difference.
"First, completely stabilize Jiang State, and then go with them to find Ying Zheng."
Duan Zhen made some plans and settled today's events in his heart.
Take it step by step and figure it out slowly.
"Huh? Is there anything else?"
Duan Zhen's brows jumped and he slowly opened his eyes.
Without any movement from him, the tightly closed door opened directly.
A woman wearing a goose-yellow dress, with delicate features and a hint of sharpness in her eyes, was holding a long sword and looking at him slowly.
"Mr. Duan, I do have one more thing to do."
Jiang Zhiwei blinked her eyes, her hair fell down softly, and her shallow pear dimples appeared when she smiled.
There was a sword intent flashing in her eyes at this moment, as well as a gradually rising fighting intent.
"Previously, Young Master Duan showed his martial arts intentions, which were as numerous as the stars in the sky, which shocked people. But I saw that Young Master Duan also had a fierce sword intention in his heart, which is why he was so troubled late at night."
Jiang Zhiwei looked at Duan Zhen, who was sitting calmly without any waves, and slowly said these words.
Although Duan Zhen had a lot of thoughts about martial arts, she still felt the sword intent keenly.
As the contemporary daughter of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Su Wuming, she was already obsessed with swordsmanship to an unspeakable degree.
In the morning, Bodhi is rejected and in the evening, Daluo, I don’t feel lonely on the dangerous pass.
The only thing I love in my life is the seven-foot sword, which cuts me when I see what I am and what I am not.
This is Jiang Zhiwei's lifelong pursuit.
Seeing Duan Zhen, the mysterious reincarnator in the Supreme God Space, she couldn't wait to see what the swordsmanship was like in this different world.
"So, Miss Jiang may be disappointed."
Duan Zhen felt the bright light in the other party's eyes, shook his head and said: "My swordsmanship is mediocre, there is nothing sharp about it."
Although Duan Zhen began to face up to his shortcomings after fighting against the Martial God of Zhongzhou, he was unable to improve his swordsmanship to a level comparable to that of fists, palms, legs and knives.
According to the division of Fengyun World, his swordsmanship should still be close to its tangible peak, and he still cannot even achieve the integration of man and sword.
Jiang Xiaowei turned back at night, but it was a misunderstanding.
"Master Duan, don't you want to fight with a woman like me?"
Jiang Xiaowei continued to look at Duan Zhen and suddenly smiled and spoke.
There was a hint of teasing in her words, as if she had been with Meng Qi for a long time, and she would also joke appropriately.
"Although my realm is not high, I will not be obsessed with appearance."
Duan Zhen also smiled. Along the way, as long as he started to take action, he would not care whether the other person was a man or a woman, a human or a ghost.
When Xiao Su pretended to be a female ghost to scare him and Su Xiuling, he almost had his head ripped off.
Jiang Xiaowei said a few more words, but Duan Zhen still refused, so she could only give up.
"Pretty militant."
Duan Zhen closed the door and closed his eyes slightly.
Gradually, he seemed to have really fallen asleep, sitting cross-legged motionless, his breath gathering.
The quiet incense is about to burn out, like a pendulum marking the time, the incense fades away.
Tonight, for some reason, there was a strong wind on the street outside the door, and the dust was everywhere and howling.
"Zizzi."
Finally, the last wisp of incense dissipated, and there was no more sound in the room.
Silence, dead silence, silence.
There was no sound of crawling ants around, but if you listened carefully, even the sound of wind stopped.
"Why bother?"
Duan Zhen's eyes opened again, and a bright light burst out in the dark night.
His eyes were frighteningly bright in the extremely dark environment, as if a ball of fire was rising out of thin air.
Although it cannot generate electricity in a virtual room, it is like a candle in the night sky, breaking through the fog and moving forward.
"Groan!"
Immediately afterwards, a scabbard sound sounded, and a sword light like a blazing sun suddenly appeared in front of Duan Zhen's eyes.
Wherever the sword is directed, there will be no regrets when the sword is drawn.
"excuse me!"
The clear female voice fell behind the sword light, but it revealed the identity of the person without a doubt.
Jiang Zhiwei is really obsessed with kendo...
Duan Zhenxin was helpless, but at this moment the sword was already lying in front of him, and he could no longer avoid it.
I saw him move slightly, and the blood in his right hand suddenly condensed.
"Boom boom boom!"
The extremely silent room suddenly erupted into a surge of air. Immediately afterwards, the bed he was sitting on suddenly exploded and fell into pieces.
"Boom!"
The long sword like a white rainbow was caught by five knuckles like ghost claws.
Duan Zhen's five fingers worked together, and the blood in his body sounded like it was burning.
He just twisted the long sword that was only between his eyebrows, and when he pressed hard enough, the sword collapsed.
"you..."
Jiang Xiaowei obviously didn't expect that Duan Zhen didn't need a weapon, but instead used her palm to catch her sword.
But just when she was about to withdraw her strength, she discovered that the long sword, which had been warmed by herself for a long time and was about to unite with her thoughts, began to have broken cracks.
As soon as he grabbed it, the sword was about to break!
"This sword moves forward without any regrets. It's really good."
Duan Zhen commented slightly and then released his palm.
He had no intention of destroying the opponent's weapons, it was just a barricade.
"My White Rainbow Penetrating Sun Sword can be captured by just the physical strength. Could it be that Mr. Duan has practiced some magical power of indestructibility?"
Jiang Zhiwei was still hiding in the darkness, but her words were heard from all directions.
It's not like she hasn't fought against physically powerful people, it's just pulling and pulling.
Many of her sword skills are specifically designed to deal with such situations.
"Miss Jiang, just take it as such."
Duan Zhen shook his head and slowly closed his swollen palms.
Looking closely, there were still white marks on his palm cut by the sword energy, but they were immediately closed in the blink of an eye.
Moreover, layers of fine scales began to form almost instantly on the surface of the entire skin.
If the sword energy attacks again next time, it will no longer be able to break through his defense.
Duan Zhen's performance cannot be achieved by ordinary body training techniques.
This is the method used in the early stage of the fourth level of gene lock.
He rested in Longchuan City for a year, practicing day and night, and coupled with the understanding from the demon Duan Zhen, he had already opened the early stage of the fourth level.
His spiritual realm is much more stable than that of Zhao Zukong before, and the huge message impact generated at the moment of activation can also be suppressed smoothly.
Ordinary swords, guns, clubs, and weapons were really useless against him.
From now on, as long as all the cells in his body are not destroyed in one blow, he will be able to continue to be reborn.
"Then take another blow from me."
Although the quiet room was pitch dark at this time, Jiang Zhiwei could really see the subtle changes in Duan Zhen's body surface.
Her pupils shrank, but the movements of her hands did not stop at all.
"bass!"
The quiet room suddenly stirred up layers of strong winds, and a bright and extinguishing sword light suddenly lit up.
At this moment, under the transition between light and darkness, all light except the sword was completely swallowed up.
It's as if once this sword is drawn out, there will be nothing left in the world
There is no self, no other, no way and no way! Only one sword!
According to the Taishang Sword Sutra, there is no self when the sword comes out.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Duan Zhen saw this sword move that seemed to gather all the light and shadow in the world, and his hand involuntarily brushed the Great Evil King's blade.
His mental power sank into it, looking for the few remaining martial arts thoughts and spiritual thoughts after fighting against the night market peddler.
"Since it is a sword, then..."
Duan Zhen's eyes lit up, and the moment the sword light struck him again, he pointed a finger.
This finger was unremarkable, but the sword light that evolved from the Taishang Sword Sutra suddenly solidified.
A sword intent so violent that it felt like the world was shattering suddenly rose.
Destroy heaven and earth with twenty-three swords!
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