The long street in the middle of the night can no longer be peaceful at this time.
Jiang Wang Longjin came running from the palace with hundreds of armored guards, with a bit of shock and anxiety in his eyes.
I saw that the house where Duan Zhen had been living had been destroyed and torn into pieces.
He gently lifted a piece of brick and saw that the stone was like powder, scattered into dust.
"this…"
Long Jin rubbed the fine powder on his hand and motioned for the other armor guards to come forward and check.
All the bricks, tiles, wood blocks, and curtains and mats around him were shattered at the slightest touch.
With the strong wind, the entire house that could still maintain its frame suddenly turned into powder.
Use the limit of burning soul to cover the time of a field, slowing it down or even stopping it for a moment.
This is the complete release of Sword Twenty-Three.
In that state, Duan Zhen felt that everything he saw had turned into a canvas, which could be destroyed at his fingertips.
"Sword Twenty-Three has already involved a trace of the power of time and space."
Meng Qi looked at the blood that was still not wiped off Duan Zhen's body and spoke seriously.
He naturally knew the power of this sword technique, and the destruction in front of him was still within reason.
But why hasn't Zhiwei come back to her senses?
"Brother Duan..."
Long Jin, who had been shocked for a long time, finally saw Duan Zhen. He quickly stepped forward and asked the guard next to him to bring clean clothes.
"Your Majesty, I have nothing to do. I just had a discussion with Miss Jiang."
Duan Zhen touched his eyebrows, and there was still shocking red blood where he started.
He responded to Long Jin, doubts rising in his heart.
This wound cannot be recovered.
"It's fine if nothing happens! Just fine if nothing happens!"
Long Jin stood beside Duan Zhen, and the armor guards behind him also vaguely formed a formation, as if they wanted to surround Meng Qi and everyone.
Naturally, he wanted to help Duan Zhen. Even if he was defeated, he would do his best to support him.
At this time, Jiang Zhiwei was sitting on the ground on her own, while Meng Qi and the other four were also hugging her.
They took out various elixirs from the storage space and seemed to be thinking about how to use them for treatment.
"Let me find out."
Duan Zhen looked at Meng Qi, who was a little helpless, and finally spoke.
He moved his fingers together, changing it more than a hundred times in a few breaths, slowly forming a hazy seal.
The original seal, Xuanyuan Wuji Seal.
"This handprint..."
Meng Qi and others were waiting for Duan Zhen's method, when they immediately saw the hand seal he performed.
At this moment, not only Meng Qi himself, but also Zhao Heng, Ruan Yushu, and Qi Zhengyan all changed their expressions.
They stared closely at Duan Zhen's handprints and at the same time looked at Meng Qi.
That feeling of being as distant as the sky, as obscure and inexplicable, is actually very similar to the Yuanshi Golden Medal that Meng Qi got!
"Tolerant of everything, the earliest evolution, it is the Wuji Seal that ranks first among the first three seals!"
Meng Qi had not yet received the complete Yuxu inheritance at this time, but he was naturally very familiar with this sealing technique that had almost the same origin.
He was a little confused, because if he looked closely, he saw that the handprint did not have the natural and ancient feel of the Yuanshi Golden Seal.
All the evolution of Wuji Seal can be traced back to before the first era of creation.
That was the beginning, everything was nothingness, not even the concept of nothingness.
Although Duan Zhen's handprint is very similar, it has not reached this level.
"Little monk, this person's physical strength is very similar to yours. He seems to be even stronger than you."
Ruan Yushu secretly pulled the corner of Meng Qi's clothes and whispered.
Just now Duan Zhen closed all the wounds within ten breaths, and the shocking cracks were left intact.
There was also the naked body, full of visual shock, that she could not forget.
With a slight hug, she discovered that Duan Zhen's physical body was also extremely strong.
As for his teammate Meng Qi, he has always resisted physically.
There are many changes in the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques, and the physical body is as strong as divine iron.
"I'll do the math."
Meng Qi secretly used Yuxu Divine Calculation, hoping to see the entanglement of cause and effect on Duan Zhen.
But as soon as he thought about it, his mind immediately felt like a heavy blow. He could only feel the sound of countless bells and drums in his mind, and even his vision began to become hazy.
"this…"
Meng Qi bit the tip of his tongue violently and forced out a mouthful of blood. Only then did he stop the thought of being about to faint.
He stared at Duan Zhen who was standing in front of Jiang Zhiwei with an ugly expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Miss Jiang must have fallen into a wonderful state of enlightenment. When she wakes up, her swordsmanship will probably reach a higher level."
Duan Zhen held the seal in his hand for a long time and then slowly spoke.
He came to a certain conclusion and motioned to everyone not to disturb Jiang Zhiwei.
"Enlightenment?"
Meng Qi, who was forced to swallow the blood from the tip of his tongue, looked confused. This kind of distraction is called enlightenment?
"Tao, it's wonderful. Miss Jiang has a clear sword mind. When she sees this extraordinary magic sword, she will naturally have some enlightenment."
Duan Zhen clasped his hands together slightly and began to rub his eyebrows.
The blood that keeps dripping always blocks the view.
Xuanyuan Wuji Seal was just a cover-up method. He had just used the Soul Code of the Eternal Abyss to find out Jiang Zhiwei's situation.
Its soul is crystal clear, like a six-diamond long sword, blooming with brilliance.
Nothing is damaged and is still changing to a better level.
"in this case…"
Meng Qi and the others paused, and finally a slight sense of shame appeared on their faces.
They didn't expect that just a little temptation would lead to this situation.
If Duan Zhen hadn't stopped in time, Jiang Zhiwei might have died.
God knows if you can be resurrected after dying in this strange world where you cannot return to the six realms of reincarnation.
"I'm a little tired of fighting and killing."
Duan Zhen accepted the apology from Meng Qi and his party and shook his head slightly.
He really didn't want to take action this time, but he didn't expect Jiang Zhiwei to insist on doing so.
If he didn't have good senses for these people in his memory, if ordinary people came to him to discuss matters like this, it would be equivalent to starting a war with him.
If someone doesn't want to do it, forcing him to do it is like forcing someone to do something difficult.
Are all sword cultivators like this?
Duan Zhen sighed. He looked around and found that Long Jin was still standing aside, with absolute support and trust in his eyes.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for disturbing your dreams."
"Why say more? That's what it should be."
Duan Zhen talked with Long Jin and watched each other return to the palace.
A warmth arose in his heart. He didn't expect that Long Jin would trust him so much after only being with him for three months.
He recalled the various allusions of this era and nodded secretly.
A scholar will die for his confidant, regardless of status.
This must be the character of these common people, scholar-bureaucrats, princes, and monarchs during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
There are such people in every era, they are just ordinary and extraordinary.
"Zhiwei wakes up!"
The shouts of Meng Qi and others rang out again, and Duan Zhen also turned his gaze.
He saw the bright-eyed woman in a short yellow skirt with bright eyes and white teeth, and her eyes seemed to contain a hint of more decisive and sharp sword intent than before.
"Only the last bit left."
Duan Zhen nodded towards her. After realizing Sword Twenty-Three, Jiang Zhiwei was already within reach of the realm of Heavenly Sword.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw this beautiful lady walking towards him.
Her green knuckles gently pressed against her eyebrows, with a hint of worry in her eyes:
"Does it hurt?"
Jiang Zhiwei was very close to Duan Zhen, and a delicate fragrance from her body and Rulan's breath brushed through Duan Zhen's heart.
"Ah sneeze!"
Duan Zhen only felt his nose was a little itchy, and because he was still concentrating on closing his eyebrows, he couldn't control his muscles and sneezed suddenly.
Then, he pushed Jiang Zhiwei's finger away and turned towards another house arranged by King Jiang.
"Little monk!"
Ruan Yushu's face turned slightly red when he saw that Jiang Zhiwei was so close to Duan Zhen and reached out to touch the wound between his eyebrows.
She turned her head and glanced at Meng Qi, and found that Meng Qi's mouth was open, his eyes were stunned, and even the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.
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