Injuring the internal organs again, he desperately used a terrifying knife. Although it did not cause any harm to the two people, at least it made the other party feel timid and did not dare to step forward.
The two sides are most afraid of heart-wrenching battles. Whether they can beat each other is another matter. If they are timid, they really can't beat them.
Jiugongyan, who seems to have some moral integrity, is not as sinister and sinister as her behavior. At least seeing the mess here after cutting off so many big trees, Jiugongyan still did not kill the injured Mo Wan. Ren left it behind, turned back three times, and carefully supported his companion, who had to share weal and woe in a short period of time, and quickly escaped.
Obviously he was also afraid that Ye Sangeng, who had used a shocking sword, would strike again. Naturally, he was also afraid that this sword would attract the attention of others.
But the worry was unnecessary. Ye Sangen raised the knife and did not move at the same spot, just watching with cold eyes.
Jiugongyan guessed that this was probably not the end of his desperate efforts, but he clearly felt that the strong momentum had not disappeared. At the moment, even if the other party was pretending to be a paper tiger and was planning an empty city, and he was as thoughtful as Jiugongyan, he would not dare to test it rashly.
When Mo Wanren asked Jiugongyan to quickly go over and make up for it, the latter ignored the old guy and insisted on forcing him to leave. No matter how Mo Wanren tried to break free, it was of no avail. Jiugong Yan pulled Xin Xin away reluctantly.
Until the two figures were no longer visible, and he held on for a while to prevent the other party from testing and returning, he finally let out a muffled groan, his chest twitched, and he couldn't help but vomit out another mouthful of blood.
The special mental method in the body is as overbearing as its name. Unexpectedly, the innate sword energy in his mother's sect is also so fierce and difficult to deal with, which makes people feel cramped inside.
Warriors like Yan Daofeng who use weapons to prove the Tao are rare in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty. Even the warriors who have practiced martial arts to seek immortality through the three religions for thousands of years are rare. It is not necessarily unique to say that hundreds of years ago, there was a warrior in the Ming Dao Tomb who was exiled for violating the sect's rules. He built a sword pavilion out of anger in Qifeng Gorge, near the Shiwan Mountain in the southeast of Shu Road. The two factions were at odds with each other and staged a sword fight in the land of heaven that was talked about by people in the world.
The tyrant among soldiers and the master of weapons can be described as wonderful.
Naturally, it is inherited from the old club, which has to be admitted. The sword pavilion is like the tomb of the sword. It believes in using tools to prove the Tao. It is nothing more than using the extension of the hands and feet. After hammering and calcining, absorb the breath, sharpen the state of mind, torment the muscles and bones, and use it. This rare opportunity of luck between heaven and earth, supplemented by the sect's blessing inheritance, can lead to immortality.
To put it simply, if there were no incense passed down from generation to generation, how could there be such long-lasting and profound cause and effect?
Just like an ancestor who lived in the Mingdao Tomb long ago once said, practicing within a sect is like learning. How can you become a river or a sea without accumulating small streams?
Because this sect is proud of and makes a living by forging swords, and is particularly special in this land of China, the Qi passed down by the Xinhuo is particularly important.
For example, among the five brothers and sisters in the middle of the night, no one knows why they are named Ye and not Jiang. For the sect of Yandaofen, which attaches great importance to the inheritance of such roots, it is truly unprecedented. By.
Not to mention this thing that makes everyone in the world puzzled, after all, the descendants of this family are all disciples of Yan Daofeng, so leaving aside the other three children who have wisdom roots in Buddhism and Taoism, Ye Xiayou and Ye Sangeng, that is The heir who was passed down from the Mingdao Tomb and should be infused with the sword energy of this branch.
The so-called sword energy, as the name suggests, is the breath in the sword.
The knife-smiths have been forging and refining them day and night. After spending time together day and night, they will naturally have a subtle connection with these inanimate objects, especially some treasures that can be called magic weapons. They are finally released and supplemented with essence and blood. Can it echo the divine power of heaven and earth? Doesn’t this place more of the effort of the forger?
That energy will stay in it.
In particular, the sword, which is called the Overlord among many weapons, is so powerful and powerful that it is unique and unrivaled in the world.
In the green knife pool in the Tomb of Swordsmen, the knife will take the initiative to recognize its owner when the newborn's blood is injected into it. A good seedling who is born to practice martial arts and can echo the king of swords like Midnight, the densely packed long blades in the pool. There are short knives, Tang knives, Mo knives, horse knives, and tiger-head knives. Thousands of them raise their heads in the pool as if they are worshiping. Such a grand scene is enough to intimidate people.
Therefore, the secretive inoculation of sword energy was different from the usual way of setting up an altar to pray for blessings. It was just carried out quietly without revealing the secret. Even his father did not know which ancestor's sword energy was injected into his body.
So after the death of his mother, it was obviously a bit embarrassing to expect the tight-lipped Mingdaofeng to take the initiative to tell her. He could only guess more than once in the middle of the night, which was not as satisfying as breaking into the knife formation.
Anyway, the Luanhu that is owned by thousands of knives is on Ye Xiayou. In the middle of the night, he always comforts himself by telling himself not to be greedy.
But now, Ye Sangen, who seemed to be about to die, felt that it was necessary to go to Bashu and go back to his grandma's house to ask which ancestor inoculated him with this sword energy when he was born. Damn it. It's irresistible.
As soon as I thought about this, I fell unconscious.
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Jiugongyan, who had planned to go back halfway to investigate, did not go back. Even though Mo Wanren scolded her for being a "shrinking turtle", she still insisted on running away with the old man who had lost his fighting ability.
It seemed that he was really frightened by that terrifying knife.
But it's not really scary.
I have been practicing with the old man in my family who plays with the world of mortals all year round. After entering Qi from the art a few years ago, I just wanted to be able to realize the Great Dao. But now everyone says that the Dao is blessed with little luck and little luck, which has made it difficult for warriors to live forever in the past five hundred years. But she never expected that this young boy from the Ye family would actually bring about such a scene that could shake the world with a single blow.
Compared to this unbelievable sight, Jiugong Yan was wondering how he got this majestic luck.
The foreign martial artist next to me doesn't understand the strange things inside. Expecting him to understand the secrets is nothing more than playing the piano to an ox.
If he hadn't thought that this was a helpful elixir that could help him practice, Jiugong Yan would have just thrown this old guy here and left him to fend for himself after being stabbed.
When I thought about this, it seemed necessary to write a letter to my old man and talk about the strangeness in it.
Thinking of this, Jiugong Yan couldn't help but feel a little confused. His old man had clearly issued an order not to mess with the Ye family siblings. It might be of great use in the future. Now it seemed that he had dealt with them twice, either intentionally or unintentionally. In fact, there is some blatant disobedience.
But remembering that the little goblin had already arrived in Dazhou, I thought that the old man from home wouldn't have time to take care of him for a while.
Then again, I didn't take any excessive action against the siblings, and I was mostly just testing them. I was careful not to leave any loopholes, so as not to delay the old man's long-planned plan.
Thinking of the fact that my old man must be hugging Hong Yicui at this time, and thinking of the brave figure that is still as brave as a young man at such an age, the corners of this Fuying woman's eyes that are full of spring are even more charming, look at it Looking at the old man next to him, he helped Mo Wanren's delicate body and leaned in again.
This old guy is very ignorant. He has turned a blind eye to his love for three or two days. He wonders if he is old and useless, otherwise Jiugongyan doesn't believe that any normal man would refuse his self-recommended pillow seat. .
Mo Wanren, who has already regarded practicing martial arts and becoming a Taoist as his lifelong pursuit, has added a long-cherished wish to avenge his grandson in recent years. He has become so obsessed that he obviously does not care about the other party's identity.
A few days ago, during the battle with Midnight on the mountainside, Mo Wanren felt the loosening of his realm for the first time in a long time. For him, once he entered the pseudo-peak realm in the past ten years, it was uncomfortable to keep moving forward. , especially when I heard that my grandson was murdered in the capital three years ago, I was so angry that my mood was damaged, and I could no longer reach the threshold of the Peak Realm, and I regretted it too much.
Unexpectedly, a fight that happened by accident could touch the chance that he had been searching for for the past ten years. This made Mo Wanren feel happy that the clouds had finally cleared up.
So, with this thought in mind, Mo Wanren naturally agreed with Jiugongyan the first time he found him and explained his intention.
Ever since, the two people who hit it off immediately found the right opportunity to start taking action.
However, this siege obviously exceeded Mo Wanren's expectations. He planned to ambush and attack secretly in advance, but he actually let the other party dodge, and he was able to stab himself in the back, almost disemboweling him. This is definitely his biggest failure since he started practicing martial arts.
The most important thing is that the two of them join forces.
Holding the ferocious gash on his chest, Mo Wanren looked at the woman next to him who he couldn't see through.
Even now, the understanding of this woman is limited to being from Fuying. As for why she wanted to kill Ye Sangeng, the woman just vaguely said that she had some shady relationship with Ye Sangeng.
For a woman of this age that is hard to tell, I have heard many things about her travels in the Jianghu in the middle of the night, so I have to criticize that this boy from the Ye family is also very playful, and even women from other countries are not afraid of sex. .
The photo was only a one-sided speculation about the relationship between the two people. Now thinking about the conversation between the two people just now, Mo Wanren had to consider whether the woman had rekindled an old relationship, or else the two of them joined forces and ended up in defeat. This is really embarrassing. Throw it at home.
Mo Wanren once again asked the question that the two had just met, "What is your relationship with Ye Sangeng?"
Forcibly dragging Mo Wanren, he ran wildly for a while without distinguishing between east, west, north and south. He felt that he was far away from the messy place. Even if someone noticed and pursued him, he would not be able to catch him. Jiugongyan helped Mo Wanren sit down and leaned on her skirt. He tore off a large piece of cloth, revealing the tender white skin inside. He crouched down and carefully bandaged the horrific wound on the chest of the person he regarded as his treasure.
After all, this is blood essence to Mo Wanren, but to Jiugong Yan, this is a wonderful essence. How can she be impatient?
Jiugong Yan looked at this old face up close. Regardless of the appearance, it was just the amount of essence that she could absorb that made her salivate.
Jiugong Yan didn't hide it anymore this time, and said with a smile: "I don't have any grudges against Ye Sangen, I just want to take him as my own."
The ambiguous answer once again confirmed Mo Wanren's thoughts.
Jiugongyan said again: "Your king with a different surname in Zhou Dynasty is very powerful. He knows where he got the incense and blessings, and he has such a great opportunity to feed his descendants one by one. You may not understand, but for me, , but a huge treasure."
Mo Wanren frowned, not knowing why.
Jiugong Yan saw it and didn't explain. She stood up and looked at the half-moon in the sky.
"I'm going to do a big thing now, which is related to the immortality of warriors. Do you want to come with me?"
Then she smiled Qiao Qianqian, her eyebrows were crescent, she was close to Mo Wanren's ear, and her breath was like a orchid.
"When the time comes, I will be drunk and lying on the knees of a beautiful woman, and I will wake up and take over the world."
Seeing the brief confusion in the other person's eyes, Jiugong Yan smiled even more.
"My knees."
