Jianghu is Vanity Fair.

Therefore, fame is everything to Jianghu people.

Man can die, but he cannot be nameless.

Those who are unknown have never really set foot in the rivers and lakes.

Wei Yan is not a Jianghu person, let alone a Jianghu guest.

He doesn't want a name.

But he's a sword lover!

For him, the sword is life.

So when he came to this high-martial world, he looked like a fish in water, just like Dugu Ming.

and the monks are accustomed to retreat, enlightenment, study of the Dharma, and discuss the path... Occasionally traveling around the world, the game Red Dust is different.

The habit of people in martial arts is to reason with blades and fists, live more marketable, and live more vulgar.

Wei Yan likes this very much.

What kind of bullshit top ten martial arts, Wei Yan didn't care... Even when the rumor was in full swing, he didn't take a second look.

But at this time, he looked at his opponent, the young swordsman who was only in his twenties, but he was extremely solemn.

Because Wei Yan felt a kind of similarity to him from this opponent... Even purer than his qualities.

This is something he cannot have, so he is very envious.

"Murong Yan... Knowing the sword at the age of three, learning the sword at the age of five, and now it has been 20 years, this sword has never lived up to the name of the ancestors. Please taste it today, whether you live or die. The young man in a dark robe, holding his sword, looked at Wei Yan seriously, and said seriously.

This is a religious man.

The glory of the ancestor Murong Bai did not become a burden for him.

Instead, it became his motivation and direction.

When a person becomes pure, then he is naturally strong.

"Wei Yan!" Wei Yan simply said his name, and completed such a seemingly unnecessary ritual without embarrassment.

Most of the martial arts people who are watching around are swordsmen.

Some people stood in the treetops, some on the top of the valley, and some behind the rocks on the side.

They all watched the battle that was about to begin, and almost no one spoke, and no one discussed. The sword slaves in the Valley of the Buried Sword have already prepared in advance, they will take away the sword the moment the defeated person appears, and then hide in the Valley of the Buried Sword.

It seems to be infected by this inexplicable atmosphere.

Wei Yan suddenly remembered what an old friend had said to him many years ago.

He said: "People who choose to learn the sword and worship it as the supreme 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 sentence.

Now I have a new understanding.

No more superfluous nonsense.

Both swordsmen draw their swords at the same time.

This moment... The light of the sword battle transcended the limitations of time and space, as if the two worlds had collided fiercely again.

Ding Ding Ding Ding··· ！

In a series of sword light interactions, the two figures jumped quickly and horizontally.

The noisy wind stopped here.

The sudden rain clouds were also violently washed away.

When the last leaf of the treetops above the head hits the ground.

The young man in the dark robe fell in a pool of blood, and there was no trace of remorse on his face, but a happy smile.

For him... 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 died without regrets.

Wei Yan looked at the sword in his hand and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

His melancholy lies in the fact that he is not pure after all.

Although true qi is not mana, he subconsciously used some sword methods in the fight of Fang Cai.

is even more melancholy that the young man he killed was born in such a world.

Otherwise, he would have taken him as a disciple and taught him carefully.

Maybe a hundred years later, the Sword Sect will have another powerhouse that will shake the world.

"Demonic value is worth 32,000 points!" Ke Xiaoliang's ears came with such a voice.

And the sound is coherent, not singular.

Ke Xiaoliang only glanced at this battle, and then swept away.

Bai Xiaosheng's lists have been updated.

There are newcomers on the list, and there are old people on the list.

Naturally, some people are not convinced, and some people are unwilling.

Challenges, vendettas, and conflicts of interest have never stopped and will not end.

Even so, in terms of the harvest of magic value, it is only barely enough to break even.

Ke Xiaoliang was also in no hurry to withdraw from the second large-scale event.

After all, the top ten martial arts... It will take some more time to digest.

Ke Xiaoliang focused his attention on the world of high martial arts, in order to lay a foreshadowing first.

to seek the future.

A large amount of true qi was once again subsumed into Ke Xiaoliang's body.

The level of Qi training rose rapidly again.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four... Broken one after another.

It was as if this had already exceeded the realm of Qi cultivation of ten layers or more than ten layers, and if you wanted to improve, it would be effortless at all.

Liquefied true qi, further compressed, pure.

As long as Ke Xiaoliang thinks about it, every moment, he can condense his true qi into a demon embryo, attract his thoughts into his true qi, and turn his mana into mana.

And with mana, he can be called a real monk.

A series of miraculous means can be used by monks.

In the world of the Divine Domain, Ke Xiaoliang was constantly running swords and swords in his martial arts arena.

At this time, the swords were alive in his hands.

It is no longer a rigid one-trick move, but a flexible response that follows the movement of breath, direction, timing and even light.

Just like the sword and the sword, in his hands, are alive.

Suddenly, Dugu Ming appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and attacked him with a sword.

Ke Xiaoliang brandished his sword to meet him.

Dugu Ming's sword has a strong seduction and routine, and when it enters his rhythm, then the flaws and weaknesses are under his control.

Ke Xiaoliang didn't care about him, the sword struck together, the changes of the two yi, yin and yang, crossed piercing, and jumped back and forth.

After only a few rounds, he killed Dugu Ming, who was copied according to the collected data.

Subsequently, Wei Yan appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang again and became his new opponent.

Use the world, collect data, and then make up opponents in the god domain, and use these people to feed them... It is also one of Ke Xiaoliang's more active uses of Huzhongjie.

The accumulation of true qi and theoretical knowledge are of course important, but the actual combat experience... It's also important.

With the further spread of the Blood Charm.

More monks entered the Huzhong Realm.

And the first stop of these monks is the post-nuclear wasteland world.

At the moment of understanding the worldview, even if they had been told a long time ago, the monks who entered the wasteland world would still inevitably contribute a wave of demonic points to Ke Xiaoliang.

Immediately after, they were shocked by the picture in front of them.

In the endless wasteland, black clouds and black and yellow sand dunes are intertwined, as if there is no difference between heaven and earth.

And what separates this heaven and earth is a large group of hideous beasts wearing iron pants.

These hideous beasts lined up in a queue, standing quietly on the earth, and with a silent shock, people couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

And on the opposite side of these monstrous beasts are some strange people with wings on their backs and sharp horns on their heads.

Most of them only have a partial human form, and more... It's still more like a monster.