Jianghu is the vanity fair.
Therefore, reputation is everything to Jianghu people.
People can die, but they cannot be nameless.
Those who are unknown have never really set foot in the world.
Wei Yan is not a Jianghu person, let alone a Jianghu guest.
He doesn't want a name.
But he loves swords!
To him, the sword is life.
So when he came to this world of high martial arts, he seemed to be as comfortable as a duck in water like Dugu Ming.
It is different from the monks who are accustomed to seclusion, enlightenment, study of Dharma, discussion of Tao...occasionally traveling around the world, playing in the world of mortals.
The habit of people in the martial arts world is to use weapons and fists to reason, and live a more marketable and vulgar life.
Wei Yan likes this principle very much.
Wei Yan never cared about the nonsense of the top ten martial arts... Even when it was spread like wildfire, he never took a second look at it.
But at this time, he looked at his opponent, the young swordsman in his twenties, with an extremely serious look.
Because Wei Yan sensed from this opponent a quality similar to his... or even purer than his.
This is something he cannot have, so he envies it very much.
"Murong Shang... I learned the sword at the age of three and learned the sword at the age of five. It has been twenty years now. This sword has never lived up to the name of my ancestors. I invite you to taste it today, whether you live or die." A young man in mysterious clothes holds the sword. He looked at Wei Yan seriously and said seriously.
This is a pious man.
The glory of his ancestor Murong Bai did not become a burden to him.
Instead, it became his motivation and direction.
When a person becomes pure, he will become naturally powerful.
"Wei Yan!" Wei Yan simply said his name and completed such a seemingly unnecessary ceremony without embarrassment.
Most of the martial arts people watching around were swordsmen.
Some people were standing on the treetops, some were standing on the top of the valley, and some were standing behind the rocks nearby.
They were all watching the fight that was about to begin. Almost no one spoke, and no one discussed it. The sword slaves of Buried Sword Valley have made preparations in advance. The moment the loser appears, they will take away his sword and hide in Buried Sword Valley.
He seemed to be infected by this inexplicable atmosphere.
Wei Yan suddenly remembered what an old friend said to him many years ago.
He said: "Those who choose to learn swordsmanship and regard it as the highest level will have some special feelings. Such feelings, in the eyes of others, are like madness and cannot be understood."
Wei Yan has always agreed with this statement.
Now I have a new understanding.
No more unnecessary nonsense.
The two swordsmen drew their swords at the same time.
At this moment... the brilliance of the sword fight transcended the limitations of time and space, as if two worlds were colliding fiercely again.
Ding ding ding ding...!
In a series of sword-light interactions, two figures quickly jumped around.
The noisy wind stopped here.
The sudden rain clouds were also violently dispersed.
When the last leaf from the treetops above falls to the ground.
The young man in Xuanyi fell in a pool of blood. There was no trace of regret on his face, but a smile of joy.
For him... he was born by the sword and died by the sword. Although he can no longer bear the glory of his ancestors, he has witnessed his own glory and will die without regrets.
Wei Yan looked at the sword in his hand and suddenly felt melancholy.
His sadness lies in the fact that he is not pure after all.
Although true energy is not magic power, he subconsciously used some sword-controlling techniques in the fight just now.
What makes him even more sad is that the young man he killed was born in such a world.
Otherwise, he will definitely accept him as a disciple and teach him carefully.
Perhaps a hundred years from now, the Sword Sect will produce another strong man who will shock the world.
"The magic value has reached 32,000 points!" Such a voice came to Ke Xiaoliang's ears.
And the sound is coherent and not monotonous.
Ke Xiaoliang only glanced at this battle lightly, and then passed by.
Bai Xiaosheng's rankings have been updated.
There are newcomers on the list and old people off the list.
Naturally, some people are unconvinced and some are unwilling to accept it.
Challenges, vendettas, and conflicts of interests have never stopped and will never stop.
Even so, in terms of the harvest of magic points, they can only barely break even.
Ke Xiaoliang was not in a hurry to withdraw from the second large-scale event.
After all, the top ten martial arts... still need some time to digest.
Ke Xiaoliang focused his attention on the world of high martial arts in order to lay a foreshadowing first.
To plan for the future.
A large amount of infuriating energy returned to Ke Xiaoliang's body again.
The level of Qi training has risen rapidly again.
Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four... were broken one after another.
It's as if this has gone beyond the realm of ten levels of Qi training, and if you want to improve, it's effortless.
The liquefied Qi is further compressed and purified.
As long as Ke Xiaoliang thinks about it, every moment, he can condense the true energy into a demon embryo, guide his thoughts into the true energy, and transform the magic power.
And with magic power, one can be called a true monk.
The monks can use a series of magical methods.
In the world of God's Domain, Ke Xiaoliang was constantly moving his swords and knives on his own martial arts field.
At this time, the sword became alive in his hands.
It is no longer a rigid move, but a flexible response that follows the movement of breath, direction, timing and even light.
Just like knives and swords, they are alive in his hands.
Suddenly, Dugu Ming appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and attacked him with a sword.
Ke Xiaoliang waved his sword and faced him.
Dugu Ming's sword has a strong temptation and routine. When it enters his rhythm, the flaws and weaknesses will be under his control.
Ke Xiaoliang ignored him, the swords struck together, the two instruments and yin and yang changed, crossing and piercing, jumping back and forth.
After only a few rounds, the Dugu Ming who was recreated based on the collected data was killed.
Later, Wei Yan appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and became his new opponent.
Using the world, collecting data, and then creating fictional opponents in the divine realm, and using these people to feed moves... is also one of Ke Xiaoliang's more vivid uses of the Huzhong Realm.
Accumulation of Qi and theoretical knowledge are important, but practical experience... is also important.
With the further spread of blood symbols.
More monks entered the Gourd Realm.
The first stop for these monks is the post-nuclear wasteland world.
The moment they understood the world view, even though they had been told for a long time, the monks who entered the wasteland world still inevitably contributed a wave of magic value to Ke Xiaoliang.
Immediately afterwards, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.
In the endless wilderness, black clouds and black-yellow sand dunes are intertwined, as if it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth.
What separates this world is a large group of ferocious beasts wearing iron trousers.
These ferocious beasts lined up in a queue, standing quietly on the ground with a silent shock that made people swallow their saliva.
Opposite these ferocious beasts are some weird people with wings on their backs and sharp horns on their heads.
Most of them only have partial human forms, and more... are more like monsters.
