No one saw how Wei Shichun made the sword, like the spring silkworm sword with green branches and leaves, picked up the lone shadow short sword. Wei Shichun took a step with his left foot, his body leaned forward slightly, and the Spring Silkworm Sword pierced into the right chest of the half sword.

Half Sword looked at the sword piercing into his chest with a surprised expression, and his right hand holding the sword trembled, as if he was enduring some kind of extremely terrifying pain. This sword should have pierced him in the heart, but the reason why it would be stabbed was only because without the will of His Majesty the Emperor, Wei Shichun could not kill him.

Wei Shichun pulled out the Spring Silkworm Sword and took a small step back, his blade only stained with a faint bloodstain. Not only that, but on the clothes on Banjian's chest, there was no sign of blood flowing out.

This spring silkworm sword was too thin, as if it was sewn from hundreds of needles and threads as thin as a thousand threads, and from a distance, I thought it was just a slender willow leaf.

"I gave you a sword, if there is another time, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword. Wei Shichun said lightly.

"Is this the strength of the Sixth-Order Dao Realm?" The look of surprise on Half Sword's face still hadn't faded, and there was a blazing light in his eyes, which was the realm he had longed for for a long time but had never been able to reach.

"To be precise, it is the pinnacle of the Dao realm. Wei Shichun echoed.

The pinnacle of the Dao realm versus the pinnacle of the Consciousness Realm, and there is a full level between the two, which is destined to be a meaningless duel, and the victory and defeat have long been clear.

Xu Changfeng looked at the Spring Silkworm Sword in Wei Shichun's hand, and his eyes were filled with curiosity.

It turned out that this was the natal sword of a sixth-order cultivator.

The so-called natal sword is a spiritual sword that is closely related to one's own destiny. Only cultivators who have cultivated to the realm of enlightenment are qualified to refine the Natal Sword. The natal sword can be carried on the body, or it can be separated from the heavens and the earth, turned into a wisp of aquatic grass under the stream, or become a leaf that flutters in the wind, and it can come and go as soon as it is called, which is very mysterious.

There are even people who can hide the natal sword in the eternal stars, so that others cannot find its traces at all.

Although the Natal Sword can greatly increase the strength of the cultivator, once the Natal Sword is damaged, not only will the cultivator's cultivation stop because of this, but it will even affect his lifespan. Therefore, the natal sword is also a taboo topic for cultivators. Once one's natal sword is found by others, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Therefore, when the strength has not reached a certain level, most sixth-order cultivators will carry a spirit sword on their bodies, and they will not use their natal sword unless they have to.

Of course, for Wei Shichun, there was no need for this. Because his identity is the general of the Chang'an Forbidden Army, behind him, there is an incomparably powerful prosperous dynasty to support him.

Half Sword laughed again, and didn't know why he was laughing.

Several sword qi burst out from the lone shadow short sword, and the sword qi turned into countless tiny spots of light in the air, like a moth to a fire, and burst towards Wei Shichun, who was only two feet away in front of him.

Wei Shichun didn't move, but the Spring Silkworm Sword in his hand suddenly changed back to the previous young seedling, the young seedling seemed to have absorbed some kind of nutrients, growing wildly, and letting the cold rain fall from the sky penetrate through, it looked like it was just a phantom. In an instant, a mysterious power sprung up from the slender green branches.

Cracking sound!

There seemed to be several flashes of electric light in the air, and the harsh and noisy sound of electricity resounded in everyone's ears.

I don't know when, the light spots have completely dissipated, but the branches are still growing, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, surrounding the man holding the lone shadow short sword from all directions.

"Whoa!"

Half of the sword's face, arms, palms, chest, legs, and ankles, in addition to the fatal vital point of a single blow, there was an obvious scar at the same time. Insiders can tell at a glance that it was a sword wound. The wound was small and shallow, apparently slashed indiscriminately by a thin thin thin sword.

Xu Changfeng looked at the dense scars on Banjian's body, which were too numerous to count. Blood slowly seeped out of the scars, washed away by the drizzle, making the skin on his body seem to be smeared with a layer of red oil, which is a shocking scarlet!

When Xu Changfeng fixed his eyes, Wei Shichun was still standing in place, and the Spring Silkworm Sword in his hand only moved forward a short distance.

This looks incredible, it is neither a sword qi nor a hidden weapon, but it can make half a sword full of scars in an instant.

"This is the sword intent. At this moment, an old but incomparably clear voice came from behind Xu Changfeng, "The Spring Thunder Sword Intent realized by the ancestors of the Wei clan. ”

Hearing this voice, Xu Changfeng and Wei Xueying were startled, and immediately looked back. Standing behind them was an old man with a Dao bone fairy style, he was wearing a Dao robe, with gray hair and an old appearance. He didn't hold an umbrella, and only held a small white jade sword in his hand, but his clothes didn't get a drop of rain.

"Dean?" said the two in unison.

The person who came was none other than Nangong Wentian, the current dean of the Qingzhu Sword Academy.

Half Sword dragged his aching body backwards, and his face was as calm as water. I saw him hunched over, holding his sword in both hands and saying, "Thank you Nangong seniors for saving your life." ”

At this moment, he felt very lucky, if it weren't for listening to this young man, he would be on his way to the prison by now.

Banjian then turned his head to look at Xu Changfeng, a terrifying smile appeared on his blood-colored face, "Your luck is indeed very good." ”

"Dean Nangong, what do you mean?" Wei Shichun's face was extremely gloomy, he only needed to give him some more time, he could grab half of the sword and return to Chang'an to report to His Majesty the Emperor or to the Prince.

This halfway way to kill a trip to bite the gold, made him very unhappy in his heart.

Nangong Wentian smiled slightly: "Xu Changfeng is a student of my Qingzhu Sword Academy, this person is kind to him, my Qingzhu Sword Academy has always been a reasonable place to practice, so naturally I will not sit idly by." ”

In fact, as early as the night when Wei Xueying was snatched away by the masked man in black, the teacher who monitored Tiandu County transmitted the news back to the Qingzhu Sword Academy.

Although going out to practice was a serious assessment for them, how could the Sword Academy sit idly by and watch when it came to life? Since the moment the two of them entered the mountain temple, their every move was watched by Nangong Wentian. He was very pleased that the students of the Sword Academy could have such an opportunity. is also impressed by Xu Changfeng's friendship with the rivers and lakes who are not afraid of life and death.

If Wei Shichun hadn't come tonight, he wouldn't have appeared in front of everyone.

"Half Sword is a wanted criminal in the imperial court, don't you forget, who is the real owner of the Qingzhu Sword Academy?" Wei Shichun said in a heavy tone,

"I don't have the identity of the dean today, you can see me as a heroic man who draws a sword to help me when the road is uneven. Nangong Wentian whispered, "If it's okay, you can go back." ”

"Go back?" Wei Shichun was furious and shouted excitedly, "Do you know how much preparation the imperial court has made and how much manpower and material resources have been spent in order to capture Banjian?

"Explain?" Nangong Wentian's smile stopped abruptly, and the white jade sword quietly unsheathed in his hand.

I saw his old figure step forward with strength and strength, and the small white jade sword cut through the rain curtain, like the only flickering light in the night sky.

"Bell!"

Wei Shichun's face was solemn, and he swung out the Spring Silkworm Sword to block the white jade sword that was like a broken bamboo.

His face was hideous, and the Spring Silkworm Sword he held in his right hand was shaky. It was as if he was about to bite his teeth open, and all the muscles in his body were unleashed with the most powerful force.

It can be clearly seen that the two shoes Wei Shichun is wearing have sunk deep into the soil, and his knees can't stand up. Nangong Wentian, on the other hand, stared straight ahead with an even breath, which was like an adult fighting with a six- or seven-year-old child. It doesn't need to be a profound and subtle move, it's just an ordinary sword.

He had already entered the seventh order of cultivation, and the strength of the two was very different, and his strength was not at the same level at all.

At this time, Nangong Wentian only needed a little force to make Wei Shichun kneel in front of him. Perhaps in order to save some face in front of his juniors, when Nangong Wentian sensed that Wei Shichun's strength was close to the limit, he withdrew the white jade sword.

Even so, Wei Shichun still took several steps back one after another, and his shaky figure finally stabilized. He breathed heavily, his expression full of deep fear. How could a sword from a seventh-order powerhouse be so easy to take?

Nangong Wentian said lightly: "This is the explanation." ”