Cultivate with an African God

Killing night.

A sword hangs over Wen Xingze's throat.

The voice of the person holding the sword was cold: "Draw out your sword, don't you feel ashamed for a sword repairer to use those indecent techniques?"

Jianfeng was chilling, Wen Xingze closed his eyes, and then opened them again. There was no fear in his eyes, but a little patience.

"In the Ten Thousand Beasts Garden, we are all prey. Do you really want to waste time fighting for nothing?"

"In the world, who is not the prey of the strong?" Even though Wen Xingze had explained the situation well, this person was still unmoved, his posture was full of fighting spirit, "Of course I know they tricked me The beast garden has ulterior motives, but since I can fight against people without any scruples, and I am not a weak person who is afraid of challenges, why not agree?"

His sword was a little closer to Wen Xingze, and the sword that cut gold and broken jade easily pierced Wen Xingze's skin, and blood oozed out: "A sword repairer shouldn't sit and wait for death—don't let me look down on you!"

The surrounding fields are silent and the sky is dark.The sharp blade pressed against his throat, Wen Xingze looked at the person in front of him, listened to his words in silence, but suddenly thought of a swordsman.That was his junior brother, his best friend, and also the most standard swordsman.

They have been together almost since they started, and they are rarely separated during their adventures. Now Wen Xingze doesn't know where he is, and whether he is also challenging everywhere like the person in front of him.

Most of the people of Yingzhou Sword Sect are like this, they live for the sword and never avoid the battle. It seems that only when the sword is struck by the sword can the life rise into a raging fire.

Wen Xingze suddenly felt a little irritable.

"That's true," Wen Xingze pulled his sword out of the scabbard. At first glance, the sword was neither gorgeous nor simple. It looked the most mediocre. "A sword repairer shouldn't say anything reason."

The other party retracted the sword slightly in satisfaction, and Wen Xingze wiped away the blood that had just leaked out just now. The blood stained his cheeks, and the originally delicate outline was somewhat inexplicably fierce.

The opponent has already attacked with a sword.

Wen Xingze's sword was lifted up, and the movement was gentle, which was the most common starting move, Zhongzheng was peaceful and did not reveal any flaws.In front of him was an opponent who couldn't see the history. The sword came quickly and fiercely. Wen Xingze never liked to take risks. Even though he was a little impatient in his heart, his sword moves were still not in a hurry, and he had unlimited room for himself.

"—Canghai swordsmanship?!" The man had already seen his origin, "Wen Xingze? Zhong Zijin?"

After a few tricks, the man no longer had the slightest idea of ​​agreeing with Cang Hai's swordsmanship—or, in other words, he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​agreeing with Wen Xingze: "Swordsmanship is a good swordsmanship, but you are far from being a worthy swordsman." A sword cultivator of Canghai swordsmanship."

He moved quickly and swiftly, attacking repeatedly, Wen Xingze failed to find any openings, so he had to raise his sword to block.

When the two swords collided, there was the sound of the tide.

"You should turn defense into offense with this sword!" The man was still talking, "Too much thought, too much doubt, why is it a sword!"

Wen Xingze sighed lightly.

He had heard too many words like this during this period of time.

Whether it is a master or a master, if you say that he is not suitable for practicing swords, if you say that he is not worthy of holding a sword.

Wen Xingze actually understood everything in his heart.

What a sword cultivator admires is that one sword breaks all dharmas, and the most important thing for a sword cultivator is to be single-minded. The life of a sword cultivator is one sword for a lifetime, and he understands that.

He understands all the rules of the sword cultivator world, everything needed to be a good sword cultivator, and he understands that he is not a good sword cultivator.

He's not even that gifted.He has a talented younger brother who takes away the attention of all the seniors as soon as he arrives, and knows everything he learns.Back then, he was still a young disciple full of arrogance, and he was burdened with praise, how could he be convinced?

The result of the competition made him stay in the Yingzhou faction with extreme dissatisfaction. It made him spend a lot of hard work behind the scenes, and finally he was able to win and lose with his junior.From then on, he got used to working hard, getting used to making perfect preparations before encountering things, and getting used to not treating himself as the pride of the day.

When he was young, he would fantasize that he would be famous in the world and be the strongest person, but time eventually made him understand that he didn't have that kind of talent, he couldn't be the best swordsman, and all he could do along the way was to pay All the effort to become a person who looks good.But even so, there are still those who say he doesn't deserve it.

His sword stood between his brows.The blade of the sword is so cold, and in this starless and moonless night, reflecting the cold metal brilliance of the mask, it becomes even colder.

Wen Xingze didn't like to talk much when he was fighting, and his mood was so turbulent that he just sighed again.

His sword posture changed.

The swordsmanship is still the Canghai swordsmanship, but the situation has changed.

Every sword of his just interrupted the opponent's painstakingly planned momentum, every sword fell on the most reasonable place, and every sword blocked the opponent's back move.

His sword is not fast, it can even be said to be gentle and calm, but it has a suffocating pressure, as if he knows every step in his chest, no matter how the opponent changes, he has the best way to deal with it.

He has already seen through the opponent's moves!

He was indeed not as talented as Zhong Zijin, he couldn't learn Zhong Zijin's ability to respond without thinking, so he used his thinking to the extreme.

Since learning swords, he has seen many sword techniques, and every time he loses, he analyzes why the opponent uses the sword like this, how he will use the sword, and how he should deal with it.It has been like this for several years, every day.

He knew that his talent was not enough, so he put in more and more efforts to achieve the same effect.

After a few rounds, the outcome will be decided.

"That's all for those masters. I have practiced swords for several years, and I don't know how much I have put in. Why should people who don't understand anything accuse me of being unworthy?" Come on, Jian Feng pointed at the man's brow, his tone was still gentle and polite, "Can you listen to me carefully?"

Killing night.

The long night is lonely, with bells ringing faintly in the distance, and beasts roaring.

It was extremely quiet in that piece of grass.

Even the air is almost frozen.

There are two people confronting each other.

One person holds the talisman seal in his hand, the true energy is condensed on the fingertips, and the hair has not yet been released, and the other holds the magic weapon. The magic weapon shone with a slight luster in the night.

The wind moved.

People moved!

The talisman suddenly burned inch by inch, bursting out with scorching light, the air surged, and countless thunders descended on the earth!

The magic weapon suddenly spun wildly, and countless huge rocks gushed out from the ground, carrying sharp thorns, all rising together!

Those are extremely violent spells, what comes out never returns, head-to-head meets tough, never returns!

Before the spell ends, no one knows who is the final winner!

However, suddenly, before the thunder fell, the earth stopped suddenly.

A young man jumped from among the sunken rocks, his body was vigorous and agile, and he jumped in front of the confronting two people in three steps at a time.

Half of his face was covered by the mask, so he couldn't tell what kind of expression he had. He just smiled, showing sharp canine teeth, and his tone was cheerful, lively, cute and innocent: "Hi everyone, I Come persuade me!"

Behind the young man was a young man who walked on the rocks without any haste, like walking on flat ground, and said lazily to the young man, "Persuading a fight? You are clearly here to rob..."

He was right, the party being persuaded to fight also believed that the boy was here to rob.

The boy did come here in a leisurely manner, talking and laughing, but before him, there was a man with long hair reaching to the ground, red hands, breasts exposed, and a pipe in his hand. The man's attitude was not as friendly as the boy's, As soon as they met, countless strands of hair entangled them. The moment they were entangled by his strands of hair, they saw the man's indescribable true face, and fell into a moment of suffocation because of uncontrollable panic. Their hands and feet were stiff, He almost lost control of his body, and before he recovered, a strange boy with a huge one-eyed, horned head and a stone hammer was holding a simple stone hammer covered with moss and was aggressively attacking him. They hit it!

The stone hammer was actually not painful or itchy, but the shock it brought was extraordinary, they only felt dizzy, their ears were ringing, and it was difficult to move.

Whether it was the enchanting man or the one-eyed boy, they could recognize it as a monster in an instant, and the person driving the monster was the boy who jumped over the rock.

Next to him was a child in red, wearing a blue will-o'-the-wisp, extremely weird, and I don't know what kind of terrifying ability it has.

Even if they could recognize that it was a monster, and even be able to discern the identity of that young man, there was nothing they could do!

Because they can't move at all!

They could only watch helplessly as the young man walked up to them, raised his chin with a smile, patted his clothes from time to time, looked up and down at himself, and even glanced at the talisman that had not completely disappeared, talking to himself What kind of inexplicable excessive words such as "Thunder Light Talisman of Myriad Tribulations? Good thing, let me study the real thing next time" "This magic weapon is not good at energy consumption".

They were extremely irritable in their hearts, but there was nothing they could do. Whenever they seemed to be able to control their bodies, the enchanting man would show his true face and intimidate them. It stands to reason that they had seen it many times and should get used to it, but every time they would feel that This terrifying feeling of being abandoned by time will occupy their bodies and minds, making them powerless to resist.

What's more, there was that one-eyed boy who slammed it a few times from time to time, which made them seldom have a clear mind!

The boy seemed to have finally had enough fun, and said brazenly: "I won't quarrel with you, let's talk business."

——Who is arguing with whom? !

No matter what others think, Mu Xinghe finally finished what he was going to say, looked at the reactions of others, reluctantly put away his hair-eating ghost and Sando Zofu, propped his chin, and asked with a smile: "How is it?" , Why don't you come with me? It's much more fun than your spell bombing."

He said this very kindly and friendly, but no one cooperated.The two fell into deep thought after hearing his words, guessing the clues before recalling, the more recalling, the uglier their faces.

"What he said is true," the young man said unhurriedly. He used to look lazy, but after waiting for a while, he got impatient and took out a token from his sleeve, "My name is Yu Huan, young master of Dongjing Villa, I guarantee everything is true in my capacity. You made too much noise just now, someone must have heard about it, there is no need to waste too much time doubting each other."

"Yes, yes," Mu Xinghe didn't have the slightest sense of urgency, sitting cross-legged on a rock, he didn't feel dirty, "He is a big shot, even if he joins forces, he won't fall for me, you don't have to worry about me partnering with him Pit you."

The two looked at each other, and finally someone stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Indeed, I felt the coercion of a strong man not long ago... I thought it was a strong man among us who hid his cultivation and broke out in the battle. But combined with what you said, maybe those are the ones who intend to make fun of us."

The other person still hesitated and said: "But even if these are true, there must be mysteries in the masks that rely on true energy. Collecting masks can be exchanged for tokens. The rules should be true. If we say that we are just prey, Why bother to make such a variety of masks?"

They are not fools, Mu Xinghe hid some content in order to persuade them - such as the Star Wars, 28 Constellations, and some things that Mu Xinghe has not figured out yet, but even if Mu Xinghe didn't tell them, they could still find something strange place.

Mu Xinghe lowered his eyes slightly, and said: "I don't understand, but what is certain is that someone will indeed come to hunt and kill us, there is no need to sit and wait for death, and there is no need to consume internally."

"Besides, if we don't resist, the only way out is to follow what Zhou Si said, but do you believe it?" Mu Xinghe raised his eyes again and looked at them.

The person who stood up first turned to his original opponent and said coldly: "As long as the conditions are concealed, the rules are meaningless. ——And you really would rather be manipulated by others?"

The man raised his head suddenly: "Who would be willing? Trapped here is life and death, but we can't deal with them, isn't it just a dead end?!"

Mu Xinghe listened to them talking for a while, holding his chin, and said calmly: "Actually, I'm not sure about going out, but how can I put it, we are all pretentious people, how can we accept our fate when we are tricked? Don't try." How do you know it won't work?"

Mu Xinghe stood up, patted his buttocks, stretched himself and said, "Let's go, someone is coming... Since you still have doubts, let me try and see if we can deal with them."

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