Liu Qiqi was immediately speechless.
What a dog said is completely different from her idea of kendo.
However, she could not find any reason to refute it.
If you want to achieve anything, don't you have to survive first?
"No, I haven't fought before."
Not wanting to lose her momentum, she bit the bullet and said, "How do you know you will lose?"
"Even if you didn't know it before, after seeing him, haven't you felt something about him yet?"
The dog sneered again and again and sneered, "Of course, you like to deceive yourself and others, and I don't care."
"I……"
Liu Qiqi opened her mouth, but couldn't spit out a single word. .??.
Deep down, she knew that what the dog said was true.
The moment the Sword Lord released his momentum, she knew that her chance of winning was less than 10%.
No, it should be said that it is absolutely zero.
But the swordsman's arrogance and persistence prevented her from turning around and running away. Instead, she chose to swing her sword forward and fight head-on.
At that moment, she felt as if she was going to die.
If it weren't for the sword master's mercy, she would be a cold corpse at this moment.
After death, what else can we talk about swordsmanship, what pursuits, and peaks?
A trace of confusion flashed across Liu Qiqi's beautiful eyes, as if something important deep in her heart had been uprooted, leaving her feeling empty and uncomfortable.
Talking about shit is actually not unusual, and it’s not like no one has ever mentioned it before.
But for some reason, coming from the mouth of the direct disciple of the Lord of Swords brought her unprecedented shock and impact.
"understand?"
The dog's voice sounded again, "That's why I don't care about this useless swordsman. Stupidity is a disease and it can be contagious. It's unreasonable to want to drag others down with your own brains."
Liu Qiqi stood there blankly, saying nothing.
"Besides, I'm an orphan, so I have no relatives or friends."
The dog became more and more enthusiastic as he talked, "Don't you have any relatives or friends? Wouldn't they be sad if you seek your own death like this?"
Oops!
Zhong Wen, Master and the others!
As soon as these words came out, Liu Qiqi's delicate body trembled, as if she had been struck by lightning, and her pretty face suddenly lost all color.
"How long have I been thrown in?" she asked anxiously.
"How do I know? There is no day or night here."
The dog replied casually, "Rough calculation, it should be five or six days."
"What!"
Liu Qiqi's face became increasingly ugly, and she quickly asked, "How can I get out?"
Based on her understanding of Zhong Wen, Lin Zhiyun and others, if she does not go back for too long, they will definitely come to Kunwu Sword Palace to look for them, and there will inevitably be a conflict with the master of the sword.
In the past, she was not worried that Zhong Wen and others would suffer.
But after seeing Yuchi's pure hook sword with her own eyes, Liu Qiqi's views changed drastically.
The strength of the Lord of Swords has exceeded the limit of imagination.
It is an insurmountable giant peak, a bottomless ravine, and an endless sea.
His power has exceeded the limits of a cultivator and is simply incalculable.
Compared with him, Ming Yuxu, the master of space, and Yi Xiaofeng, the master of wind, are simply a joke.
Liu Qiqi found it difficult to understand why they were both masters and could have such a huge difference in strength. It would not be an exaggeration to say that one is in the sky and the other is on the ground.
She exhausted her imagination, but could not picture Zhong Wen and others winning in her mind.
At this time, she couldn't care less about arguing with the dog about swordsmanship. She only wanted to leave the sword prison as soon as possible and prevent Zhong Wen and others from meeting Yuchi Chungou.
"go out?"
The dog was stunned by her question, and it took him a long time to say, "You actually want to go out?"
"nonsense."
Liu Qiqi couldn't help rolling her eyes and said angrily, "Do you still want to stay in this hellish place for the rest of your life?"
"It's great to be young."
The dog muttered something like a mosquito, and then said slowly, "There are only two ways to get out."
"What?" Liu Qiqi perked up.
"Either the old guy is so kind and lets you out directly."
The dog said slowly and calmly, "Either your swordsmanship is high enough, and you can rely on your own strength to break through the sword suppression of this sword barrier."
"Sword Intention Suppression?"
Liu Qiqi's expression changed slightly, "You mean, the reason why my sword energy fails is because there is sword energy suppressing it here?"
"What do you think?"
The dog chuckled and said, "Is it because of these walls? This is the sword intention planted by the old guy himself. Unless your swordsmanship is close to his, otherwise the sword intention of any swordsman will be suppressed here and become
No different from ordinary people."
"Then wouldn't I..."
Liu Qiqi's face had lost all color, "Can't you get out temporarily?"
"temporary?"
The dog caught this word keenly, "It's quite a tone."
Liu Qiqi ignored him and sat cross-legged on the ground, closing her eyes, motionless and silent, as if the old monk had fallen into trance.
…
Inside this guy's body... .??.
Are there really two souls?
On the cliff, He Xiaolian stared at Fengjiao not far away, and such a thought flashed through his mind.
I saw that the once arrogant and cold swordsman was now leaning lazily on a round stone, leisurely admiring the blue sky above, white clouds and the various birds that occasionally passed by.
In front of him, stood a tall stone wall, hundreds of feet long, extending from the edge of the cliff to where He Xiaolian was. It was cracked, spotted, pitted, and dilapidated. No one who saw it would be confused.
Take a second look if you're interested.
However, this dilapidated stone wall is the treasure of Zhongkunwu Sword Palace.
Kunwu sword wall!
Legend has it that the Master of Swords' earth-shattering swordsmanship all came from the stone wall in front of him.
If an ordinary sword cultivator is lucky enough to observe the stone wall and understand something from it, he will definitely be able to wield the sword to the end of the world, and he will probably not encounter many opponents in the entire chaotic world.
However, Fengjiao didn't seem to have much interest in this magical object. Instead, he was very focused on admiring the sky. He would often lower his head and look at the stone wall for a long time, as if to relieve visual fatigue.
What on earth is this guy doing?
He didn't cherish the opportunity he got in exchange for a promise from the Lord of Swords?
If that's the case, why would he make such a request?
Is your brain flooded?
He Xiaolian complained secretly in his heart, his eyes passed over Feng Jiao's lazy figure and landed on the stone wall not far away.
Out of gratitude to Li Yiru, he indeed planned to shoulder the task of monitoring Fengjiao, but this did not hinder He Xiaolian's persistence and pursuit of the supreme swordsmanship.
Apart from tasks, he would naturally not miss the opportunity to observe the stone walls.
As a direct disciple of Tangxi Luwei, his swordsmanship qualifications cannot be mediocre, so when he first saw the Kunwu sword wall, he could faintly sense the extraordinary nature of the stone wall.
Every crack, every concave and convex, and even every color difference on it seems to contain the ultimate truth and supreme meaning of heaven and earth. Once you take a look at it, you will be immersed in it unconsciously.
Hard to extricate myself.
But whenever he looked carefully, his vision would suddenly blur. No matter how hard he concentrated, his eyes would always be hazy and he couldn't see clearly.
Could it be...
Insufficient qualifications?
Countless attempts failed, which made him a little frustrated, and this thought came to his mind involuntarily.
"Brother He, you must be able to tell that Feng is not popular in Kunwu Sword Palace."
Fengjiao, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, suddenly said, "But the Lord of Swords still agreed to my request to observe the stone wall. Do you think why?"
His voice was very soft, but despite being so far apart, it could still reach He Xiaolian's ears clearly.
"After all, he is a big shot at the dominant level, so he has to take his face into consideration."
He Xiaolian hesitated for a moment, and finally replied, "Since I promised you I would agree to your request, I can't go back on my word easily."
"face?"
Fengjiao chuckled and said, "How could he care about these tricks used to restrain others in the world?"
"you mean……?"
A hint of surprise flashed in He Xiaolian's eyes.
"If I guess correctly."
Feng Jiao suddenly sat up and turned to look at where he was, with a gentle smile on his face, "In the heart of this sword master, only a true sword cultivator can gain insights from the sword wall. Feng Mou even
I don’t even count as a swordsman, and I don’t have the piety to pursue the supreme swordsmanship. Let alone ten days, even if I observe it for ten years, I’m afraid I won’t gain much.”
Unable to figure out the intention of these words, He Xiaolian just stared at him warily and did not reply aloud.
"Brother He, in your opinion."
Fengjiao smiled at him and lay down again, "Is the way of sword considered part of the way of heaven?"
He Xiaolian was stunned by his question. He opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"If so, where does the sword cultivator's sense of superiority over others come from?"
Just listen to Feng Jiao continue to say, "If not, then what is the way of swordsmanship? How is it different from other ways of cultivation?"
He Xiaolian felt as if he had been struck by lightning, standing there dumbly, silent for a long time.
"Pride is not a bad thing."
Feng Jiao said meaningfully, "But if you are blinded by pride and cannot see the myriad avenues in this world, then you will lose more than you gain."
After that, he began to appreciate the blue sky and white clouds again, and for the whole day after that, he never took the initiative to say a word again.
This chapter has been completed!