"Sword intent, what is sword intent?" Mirror Lake Villa, on the shore of Mirror Heart Lake, Meng Changsheng stood with his hands in his hands, standing on the observation deck, looking at the sparkling lake in front of him: "There is a sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart, the heart and the sword are connected, it is the unity .....of the human sword;

Meng Changsheng groaned with his hands, although he knew the general idea of the sword intent in his heart, but he was never able to comprehend it, he has now comprehended the unity of human and sword in the way of the sword, and stepped into the first mirror of the sword, but for the second realm of the sword, the comprehension of the sword intent is slow to understand, and he always feels that there is a feeling of the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, and he seems to understand but does not understand in his heart.

But at present, for him, there is only this method that can maximize his combat power for a period of time and give him the ability to fight against the immortal realm, otherwise it is basically impossible in other aspects, in terms of cultivation, he is still in the realm of refining qi, and it is impossible to have a big improvement in a period of time, and the sword of death has also reached the limit of what he can currently control, unless the cultivation is a breakthrough or the sword of life is improved to increase his ability to control the sword of death, it is impossible to make a breakthrough again.

It is better to ask for others than for yourself, Meng Changsheng has always deeply understood this truth, and this time Bai Suzhen's incident gave him a lesson, Fahai may be a reliable person, but after all, it is only an external force, no matter how good the external force is, there may be times when it cannot be relied on, just like this time Xiaoling was injured.

After returning from Jinshan Temple, Meng Changsheng once again entered a semi-retreat life, in addition to his daily cultivation, most of his time was spent on the perception of the way of the sword, he was eager to comprehend the sword intent, so that he could have the strength to truly face the true immortal person.

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In April, in a palace in the capital, the imperial palace, and the West Palace, Zhao Feiyu sat under the bed with a pale face, his back against the edge of the bed, a dagger was inserted in his chest, and the blood flowed out of his chest, staining the placket of his chest red, but the blood was purple and black, obviously, the dagger was highly poisonous.

Zhao Feiyu could clearly feel that his life was passing rapidly, he knew that this time, he really couldn't live, there was a knife on his head, but unfortunately, it was too late to comprehend, he struggled to palm, used the last trace of mana in his body, and hit the door.

There was a loud bang, and the palace gate was directly torn apart by Zhao Feiyu's palm, and the guards outside the palace hurriedly ran in when they heard the movement, and their faces changed greatly when they saw Zhao Feiyu's situation: "Your Majesty!"

Zhao Feiyu looked at the guards who came in, and said with his last strength: "Fu... Fu Liren harmed me..."After speaking, his head tilted, and Zhao Feiyu fell directly.

"Quick, you two, go and send an order to ask the imperial doctor, you two, go and inform the queen mother, a few of you, stay here to protect the emperor, and the others come with me, go to Xixiang Palace, pass the order, block the imperial city, and arrest Fu Liren......"

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"Boom" Palace, Xixiang Palace, the palace collapsed directly, two figures rose from the ruins, there were two women, one of them was dressed in red, beautiful and captivating, it was Fu Caiyi, who had just entered the palace half a year ago but was deeply loved by Zhao Feiyu, and the maid Xiaobi was beside her.

"Fu Liren, you dare to murder the emperor, hurry up and tie up the old relationship, otherwise today will be your death. ”

An angry shout sounded from behind, and then a figure flew from behind, Fu Caiyi's eyes condensed slightly: "Yan is not bad!" It is Yan Bubad, one of the three major commanders of the Wu Dynasty and Wuwei, a master of the God Refining Realm, Fu Caiyi's face changed slightly, she had long been prepared that the murder of Zhao Feiyu would be exposed soon, but she didn't expect it to be exposed so quickly.

"Who are you, and who are you instructed to murder Your Majesty? ”

Yan Buxiao shouted angrily, but he had already shot out in anger, and he punched out directly.

"Princess, you go first, I'll hold him back. ”

Seeing this, Xiaobi said to Fu Caiyi, turned to look at Yan Buxiao behind her, a powerful momentum rose from her body, and the long sword in her hand slashed directly at Yan Buxiao.

"Princess!?" Yan Buxiao's eyes condensed slightly, instinctively capturing important information from Xiaobi's words, glanced at Fu Caiyi, and then looked at Xiaobi who shot at him, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes: "But Qu Qu Qi Refining Realm, he also wants to stop me!"

Although Xiaobi's strength is strong, it is only the cultivation of the Qi Refining Realm, and Yan Buxiao, as one of the three major martial arts and guards of the Wu Dynasty, is a master of the God Refining Realm, and the realm is one realm higher than Xiaobi, so naturally he will not take Xiaobi's attack in his eyes, and the fist print trend is not reduced, and he directly fights towards the two.

"Poof" The sword light shattered, Xiaobi directly stood out with a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, he and Yan Bubad were a whole realm apart, naturally it was impossible for Yan Bubad to be an opponent.

"Princess, you go quickly, I'll hold him back...", but Xiaobi is also loyal enough to Fu Caiyi, although she knows that she is not Yan Buxiao's opponent, she still wants to drag Yan Bubad to give Fu Caiyi a chance to escape, because he can feel that more and more powerful aura has leaned towards this side.

This is the Imperial City of the Wu Dynasty, the Hidden Dragon and the Crouching Tiger, there are always many masters, once they are dragged down, except for the real people in the Immortal Realm, anyone below is estimated to be hated.

"If you want to leave, leave me behind!"

Yan Bubad snorted coldly, and when he heard Xiaobi's words, he couldn't help but sneer, and his fist marks were castrated, and he killed the two directly.

"Hmm!" But at this moment, a huge crisis suddenly rose up from Yan Bu's body, and he felt as if he was being targeted by some desolate giant beast in an instant, and the hairs on his whole body exploded almost instantly, and a suffocating terrifying aura rushed to his face: "I don't know which real person it is?"

Yan Buxiao directly gave up Fu Caiyi and Xiaobi, made a defensive gesture, and shouted in the air, he knew very well that the only person who could give him such a strong sense of danger and suffocation was a real person in the immortal realm.

"Huh!"

Answering Yan Bubad was a sword light, falling from the sky, as bright as the moon, at this moment, Yan Bubad only felt that his scalp was exploding in an instant, looking at the brilliant sword light, he intuitively felt a rushing breath of death, and he couldn't even raise his hand to resist, so he could only watch the sword slash towards him.

"Who is the rat, dare to be presumptuous here!"

Just as the sword light was about to slash at Yan Buxiao's body, a majestic voice sounded from the depths of the palace.

"Boom!"

The sword shattered, and was resisted by a ray of light shot out from the depths of the palace, and Yan Bu did not destroy the rest of his life, and his whole body was a spirit, looking behind the palace, he saw a tall figure with white hair but extremely majestic appeared in the void, and immediately saluted respectfully.

"The commander of the martial guard is not bad, I have seen His Majesty the Emperor Zu!"

The figure that appeared was none other than Zhao Tianming, the ancestor of the Zhao family of the Wu Dynasty, one of the few extremely immortal real people today.