The pain came like a tide, and 'Xun''s whole body felt numb.
There was even a trace of 'hallucination'.
Only now did 'Xun' feel that someone had broken through his 'hurricane wall', but Goethe's arm had been on his shoulders a moment ago. This 'feeling' was naturally wrong.
Yes, an illusion!
Under the pain, ‘Xun’ decided this.
I no longer think about these things in an instant.
Instead, he was thinking about how to escape.
Now he... has suffered a fatal blow and is no longer suitable for fighting.
Must leave immediately!
Thinking of this, ‘Xun’ no longer hesitated.
Adjust the breathing method immediately.
boom!
The tornado soared into the sky and exploded.
Hundreds of wind blades swept away in all directions.
Each wind blade is enough to cut the chariot.
Every wind blade is fast and swift.
Moreover, when hundreds of wind blades appear at the same time, a special resonance appears on the wind blades, and each wind blade becomes stronger and faster than the previous one.
Goethe was drowned in this way.
'Xun' jumped into the air without looking back.
The wind appeared around him again.
Not only does it allow him to levitate, it also allows him to fly.
but--
‘Xun’ felt his back sink.
Goethe, who should have been drowned by the "wind", appeared on his back at some point.
‘Xun’ subconsciously struggled.
Goethe, on the other hand, stepped lightly on his toes.
"Get down!"
Click!
A soft whisper, a clear sound.
'Xun's' spine was crushed by Goethe's foot, and the entire spine was shattered into pieces like a glass pillar falling to the ground.
"Ahhh!"
Compared with before, screams appeared that were almost the same as before.
‘Xun’ was like a kite falling from mid-air, spinning and hitting the soil.
But, not dead.
Because Goethe raised his hand to help him.
Carrying the unconscious 'Xun', doubts appeared in Goethe's eyes.
According to the power shown by 'Xun' just now, Goethe directly classified the opponent into the level of 'titled legend', so he used [Slowness of Sickness] in conjunction with [Creation of the World], but when he used [Slowness of Sickness] to pass through
When the hurricane hit, he suddenly discovered that the hurricane was less powerful than he thought.
It is completely inconsistent with the power it looks like!
It cannot reach the level of a 'titled legend' at all, even if it is a 'legend', because there are too many differences in various comprehensive comparisons.
Seriously speaking, it is the ‘third level’.
But how could the ‘Third Level’ create that kind of ‘hurricane’?
Doubt made Goethe stop slightly.
He chose to attack the opponent more tactfully by lifting his vaginal foot.
Likewise, he also chose to spare the other party's life.
He wanted to know how the other party did it.
"grown ups!"
Wei Wuyou, who had not been attacked, was the first to run over.
At this time, Wei Wuyou became more and more respectful towards Goethe.
It is indeed ‘destiny’!
Even the 'Xun' of the 'Tiandao Alliance' cannot pose any danger to the destiny.
The Four Jue of Nanhai, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, Sanyi of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu also limped back. Compared to Wei Wuyou's respect, these people looked at Goethe with almost fanaticism.
They knew before that Goethe was very strong.
But in the previous battle, Goethe's depth was not evident at all.
Now?
Of course you can't see it either.
Everything happened too fast.
The rabbit rises like the falcon falls.
But one thing they knew.
They had no power to fight back against the 'Xun' of the 'Tiandao Alliance'.
When facing Goethe, Xun from the Tiandao Alliance had no power to fight back.
This is already the most intuitive difference.
At least two levels or more.
This level gap did not scare them.
Because they are in the same camp as Goethe.
All they feel is safety.
"Keep an eye on him."
Goethe threw 'Xun' to everyone and looked at Mu Jianming.
He has a handsome appearance and cannot distinguish between male and female.
This was Goethe's first impression.
Legs long.
This is Goethe's second impression.
Looking down, I could clearly see the top of my feet.
This is Goethe's third impression.
Suddenly, the attraction dropped by half.
"Mu Jianming of the 'Tianjian Sect' has met the descendants of the 'Martial Saint'."
Mu Jianming lowered his head and clasped his fists in salute.
The young master of the 'Tianjian Sect' still couldn't hide the horror on his face.
She has seen the power of 'Xun'.
The other party almost defeated the entire 'Heavenly Sword Sect' by himself. Her father risked his life and fought three sword fights with the other party before she survived.
Originally everyone thought it was over.
However, the black wind, blood evil, and three bones that followed revealed to them the impermanence of the world and the horror of reality.
she?
Go with the flow.
In other words, he was forced to become "Xun's" "subordinate".
Of course she was unwilling to do so.
Looking for an opportunity to take revenge.
And 'Xun' knew it and gave her a chance.
She knew the other party was playing a trick on her, but did she have a choice?
No.
Fortunately!
She was lucky enough to get a chance to win.
Once is enough.
The excitement brought about by the reversal of the two poles made Mu Jianming's whole body feel weak. Without hesitation, she took out the 'Tianjian Secret Record' hidden close to her body and handed it to Goethe with both hands.
Goethe frowned slightly.
It’s not that there’s anything wrong with ‘The Secret Record of Heavenly Sword’.
But...it tastes.
Slightly sour taste.
It also has a bit of seafood flavor.
Mu Jianming's face suddenly turned red.
Although she had been trying hard to keep clean, she did not dare to take a bath under the prying eyes of the elites of Black Wind, Blood Demon, and White Bone Hall.
So, the taste is naturally a bit off.
"How about I wash it and give it to you later?"
Mu Jianming asked.
"Need not."
Goethe shook his head and just motioned to Mu Jianming to spread out the 'Tianjian Secret Record' in his hand. He looked at it carefully and touched a corner that was slightly clean, dry and without stains.
During this process, Mu Jianming's toes were twitching in the boots.
I'm too shy not to say it.
Mainly embarrassment.
She wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere that made her retreat directly into the world and never care about the world again.
However, she usually only practices martial arts and swordsmanship, and is not a person who is good at words.
What's more, Goethe was very focused and serious.
A literary master named Lu once said that serious men are the most charming, just as serious women are the most deceptive.
Mu Jianming looked at Goethe blankly.
In my mind, I recalled the scene just after Goethe appeared.
The enemy who was so powerful that she despaired was easily destroyed by Goethe.
It was like a beam of light shining directly into her darkness filled with despair.
Light up her world.
besides……
Goethe has such a good figure!
Wearing large flower pants and holding a water gun, Goethe showed off his perfect and strong figure, strong pectoralis major, and thick arms, which made Mu Jianming's face even redder.
However, this time there was no embarrassment.
Just plain shy.
Goethe noticed it but ignored it.
What he cares more about is the words in front of him——
[A special unknown secret technique has been discovered and is being determined...]
【Judgment passed!】
[Do you want to consume 20 points of bloody honor to incorporate the ‘Sword Breathing Technique’? 】
[Insufficient bloody honor, unable to integrate!]
…
The label of the secret technique changed to ‘unknown’!
And it can be integrated into the [Sword Breathing Technique]!
"The seeds planted by the 'Mad King' took root, sprouted, and bore fruit."
Goethe thought silently in his heart.
He has not forgotten what the 'Mad King' did when he came to the 'Secret Realm' world in front of him. 'Mad King' Modeus combined the seven secret techniques he has mastered with the eleven secret techniques he has not mastered, as well as the undetermined
The twenty-three secret techniques are spread in the form of "secret martial arts", gathering the wisdom of everyone and paving the way for oneself.
The ‘Mad King’ was naturally successful.
Goethe could imagine what kind of gains the ‘Mad King’ would gain from the experiments of many people.
And this harvest is not all!
Because, as time goes by, these 'secret techniques' are still being perfected and practiced by the aborigines of the 'secret realm' world.
In fact, we have already found a path that, although different, can teach us back.
For example, the ‘Tianjian Secret Record’ in front of you!
For example, the hurricane "Xunda" just now!
Maybe he didn't smell the 'scent of flowers', that was exclusive to the 'Mad King'.
But he ate the ‘fruit’!
Even if it's just a small bite, it's not all.
But he could already imagine the delicious taste of the 'fruit' after it was all eaten.
Thinking of this, Goethe's lips couldn't help but curl up.
Mu Jianming, who had been watching Goethe quietly, saw Goethe's smile.
Is this something gained?
As expected of a descendant of the ‘Martial Saint’, I gained insights just by reading the ‘Tianjian Secret Record’ once. Unlike me, it took me a month to get started under my father’s one-on-one guidance...
"alright."
Goethe's words interrupted Mu Jianming's thinking.
"Don't you need to watch it a few more times?"
Mu Jianming asked.
"No need."
"I have understood it all."
Goethe replied:
This is not a lie.
The 'Tianjian Secret Record' can be integrated into the [Sword Breathing Technique], so naturally there are quite a lot of things that lead to the same goal through different approaches, and the [Sword Breathing Technique] is the secret technique that Goethe practiced most seriously.
It can even be said that he relied on his own cultivation to reach an extraordinary level.
Coupled with the mutated [Silver Human] talent.
After Goethe read the Secret Records of Heavenly Sword silently, there really were no secrets left.
Goethe completely remembered and understood it.
But this was really unbelievable to Mu Jianming.
"Do you understand everything?"
The young master of the ‘Tianjian Sect’ exclaimed.
Then, he couldn't help but nodded.
"That's right, you are a descendant of Lord 'Martial Saint', so it should be like this."
"You might even be able to innovate and bring forth new ideas."
Such whispers to himself could not be hidden from Goethe. However, Goethe no longer paid attention to the woman in front of him who was obviously a little slow due to her emotional ups and downs.
He looked at Wei Wuyou.
From the very beginning, Wei Wuyou showed an expression that said he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
"Wei Wuyou, come with me."
Goethe said, walking towards one side of the ruins.
Wei Wuyou's behavior clearly meant that he didn't want others to observe.
The Four Wonders of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Sanyi of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu are not idiots either.
After seeing this posture, the strongest of the Four Ultimates of the South China Sea were left to guard the unconscious 'Xun'. The remaining people were divided into southeast, northwest and northwest guards to surround the entire ruins and prohibit others from approaching.
There was such a big fuss, so of course ordinary people wouldn't come.
Even hide as far away as possible.
But there is one force that is an exception.
Safety committee!
Goethe certainly knew this, but he did not stop it.
With the appearance of the 'Tiandao Alliance.
However, Goethe knew what it meant to be careless and lose Jingzhou.
"Sir, do you know anything about the 'Tiandao Alliance'?"
After arriving at a secluded place, Wei Wuyou asked directly.
When he saw Goethe shaking his head, Wei Wuyou immediately started talking——
"Before Lord 'Martial Saint' was born, the Thirteen Continents also had martial arts. However, most of those martial arts were in the realm of ordinary people's understanding. They were nothing more than greater strength, jumping higher and running faster.
Fast, but there are also some 'wonderful skills', for example, the 'Tiandao Alliance' masters the 'wonderful skills' called 'breathing method'."
"It is said that if you master the 'breathing method', you can count one person against ten, or even one against a hundred."
"But most of them are regarded as rumors."
"It wasn't until Lord 'Martial Saint' was born that this 'breathing method' was confirmed to be true. As a supporter of that dynasty, the 'Tiandao Alliance' at that time was also called the 'Tiandao Sect', which is different from the current 'Tiandao Alliance'
In Tingqi Pavilion, all the "sticky poles" were defeated one by one by Lord Martial Saint. Even in the fall of that decadent dynasty, Lord Martial Saint can be said to have made the greatest contribution."
"However, Lord 'Martial Saint''s benevolence did not allow him to kill them all, so the remnants of the dynasty established the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and hid in the darkness with the renamed 'Tiandao Alliance' and 'Tingqi Pavilion'.
Learning the 'Secret Martial Arts' spread by Lord 'Martial Saint'."
"And, seeking the restoration of the dynasty."
"In fact, in a sense, they have succeeded."
Speaking of this, Wei Wuyou smiled bitterly.
"Thirty years ago, the organization 'Xia Ke' suffered heavy losses. It seemed that conflicts and multiple calculations were bound to break out, but it was almost the same as the current 'Four Gates and Four Halls'."
"Except for the different names of the organizations, their experiences are the same."
"It's all being..."
"Cut the leeks!"
"The 'Tiandao Alliance', 'Emperor Lotus Sect', and 'Tingqi Pavilion' are hiding in the dark, spreading their minions while allowing the Thirteen Continents to develop. When an organization with a certain degree of power appears, they will
Start harvesting—harvesting not only the lives of emerging forces, but also the resources of emerging forces to strengthen ourselves."
"'Xia Ke', 'Four Gates and Four Halls' are like this, and there are many other organizations like this too."
"Even some unsolved cases in the Thirteen Continents, such as the destruction of the 'Iron Clothes Sect', should also be their work."
Wei Wuyou said the words that he didn't dare to say when asked by 'Xun' before.
"Um."
Goethe nodded.
He understood what Wei Wuyou said almost instantly.
It's not difficult.
In his 'hometown', similar things happened.
However, the name has also been changed.
Even, to a certain extent, such things always change names and happen in different ways, but the essence never changes.
What is the essence?
The essence is to cut ‘middle class’ leeks.
The upper class is protected by a perfect system and cannot be cut off.
The lower levels have no more ‘resources’ and can’t cut them off.
Then cut the middle class!
Clever names are used to create anxiety, and harvested in various postures and angles.
For example: ‘Love lasts forever, a heart will last forever’.
For example: 'There should be differences in life, and the difference between the two is different'.
For example: ‘If you come, I will train your child; if you don’t come, I will train your child’s competitor’.
In various ways, anxiety has forced the so-called middle class to spend high costs to invest in education, and also to spend high costs to purchase luxury goods with extremely low cost performance to distinguish themselves from the bottom class.
But the truly rich don't need it, they don't need to compete, let alone show off their differences.
Because they were born in Rome.
And can middle-class people who do these things be promoted to the upper class?
Stop joking.
People at the top control "scarce resources", and in order to make "resources even more scarce," they will only tighten their channels for advancement, and even cut off everything, leaving them to themselves.
Others?
Don't even think about it.
In order to divert such contradictions, they once again chose the convenient "middle class" to divert the hatred of the people at the bottom.
Infighting.
Extremely easy to use ‘middle class’.
The wealth of the 'middle class' gives the upper class a better life, and itself gives the lower class a better outlet.
It's really omnipotent.
And when the ‘middle class’ slips to the bottom?
That couldn't be better.
The fallen position is now vacant, the bottom class has hope and motivation, and the whole society and the country has vitality and will "thrive".
Then?
The cycle begins over and over again.
Will there ever be a time for change?
meeting!
Great changes have taken place in the world.
When the street lights come on.
When leather...
Goethe stood there, shaking the water gun, and the water in the sink made a splash.
It seemed like a wave.
One after another.
It also seemed like a shout.
Bloom with life.
Goethe stood there as if asking or mumbling to himself——
