Xie Ming, the sword-holding master, was born in a poor family. When he was young, he accidentally received the inheritance of a casual cultivator and embarked on the path of spiritual practice.
More than twenty years ago, he made a name for himself among casual cultivators in the Southern Wilderness with a single sword. Unfortunately, the inheritance was lacking. After cultivating to the Dao Peeping Realm, there was no way forward. The big sects refused to accept him, and the small sects did not have enough inheritance, so he had to stop halfway.
He took refuge in the Snow Country.
The first-class guest ministers in the Young Master's Mansion are basically chosen directly when they join the Young Master's Mansion. Only this Xie Ming started from the lowest third-class guest minister, completed tasks all the way, and accumulated merit to become a first-class guest minister. It can be said that he rose from a humble beginning.
, practiced steadily all the way, and became the object of study and worship for many third-class and second-class guests in the young master's palace.
The royal power and wealth would not want to conflict with such people unless necessary, but Xie Ming, the sword-wielding young master, really wanted to stand up for a group of idiots, and he was fully justified.
"I'm here to see Ye Qian. You can handle your own affairs and it has nothing to do with me!"
A flash of light flashed across the eyes of Xie Ming, the sword-holding master, and he carefully looked at Wang Quan Fugui. He had heard rumors about Wang Quan Fugui that were not good in the past, but he didn't worry about it, just like he chose to practice his cultivation step by step step by step.
Tao, if someone takes a shortcut to reach the sky, that's just their skill. It's hard to say who is smarter.
When he saw it today, the feeling of royal power and wealth to him was not as useless as the rumors. He naturally knew what the group of people behind him planned. When the goals were the same, someone strong and powerful was always better than a lonely person. If the goals conflicted, then
Just like now, he doesn't mind betraying his teammates directly to teach the people behind him a lesson.
"You three scream the loudest, come out on your own or should I go in?"
Wang Quan Fugui glanced at Xie Ming, the young man holding the sword, in surprise, and nodded to him. It would be best if he didn't force himself to come forward, and it would be less troublesome. As for those who jumped out to cause trouble for him, Wang Quan Fugui's bloodthirsty eyes finally locked on
The three happiest people had a cruel smile on their lips.
"I've long seen that you don't like it!"
"The pretty boy is dead!"
"Go away and hug your thighs, why are you going to embarrass anyone by coming out!"
The three people whose eyes were locked by Wang Quan Fugui took out their weapons one after another, and without bothering to talk to Wang Quan Fugui, they shouted and killed Wang Quan Fugui.
For a moment, three bloody spiritual powers attacked Wang Quan, Fu Gui, with great momentum, but without any killing intent. The three people seemed to have a tacit understanding that they just wanted to kill Wang Quan, Fu Gui and his majesty and make him look embarrassed. They had no intention of taking anyone's life.
The three of them screamed fiercely and acted decisively. The casual cultivators were not stupid enough to reach the sixth level of the Dao Peeping Realm. Wang Quan Fugui was the son-in-law appointed by the king. The most they could do was make Wang Quan Fugui disgraced and gain fame and kill people.
Impossible.
"Rubbish!"
Wang Quan Fugui's face was full of disdain, and he uttered two words coldly in his mouth. Without even drawing his sword, it turned into a line of blood from where it was. He spat out the spiritual power of his palms and slapped them directly on the backs of the three people who could not react in time.
Blood spurted out, and the three of them were knocked to the dust. They fell to the ground, lying on the ground in disgrace and choked several more mouthfuls of blood.
"Who else?"
Wang Quan Fugui returned to his original place and stared at the second and third class guests with cold eyes.
He didn't kill anyone. This is not a royal family, so he couldn't allow him to kill anyone.
Everyone looked at the three people who fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and there was silence.
These three people were all second-class guest ministers, and their cultivation levels were higher than that of Wang Quanfugui, the boy in the early stage of the sixth level of the Dao Peeping Realm. However, they were killed in an instant. Except for Xie Ming, the sword-wielding young master, there was probably no one else present who could stand up to them.
All the guests regretted it. They were so wrong. If they had no skills, how could they have been favored by King Xu Da and wanted to sell their daughter out. If they had known this, why would they offend? It would have been better to just follow her and follow her!
Even Young Master Baojian, a first-class guest, had a brilliant look in his eyes, and a fighting spirit filled the air.
"Are you merging the blood escape secret technique with the Bubu Blood Lotus Body Technique?"
Xie Ming, the sword-holder, asked with a speculative tone.
“Good eyesight!”
Wang Quanfugui glanced at Xie Ming in surprise, with a hint of pride in his mouth. Few people could see where his strange speed came from, and he couldn't show off to himself. This time he finally met someone who knew what he was doing, and he couldn't help but feel very fond of Xie Ming.
increase.
"Good understanding! Do you practice swordsmanship?"
Xie Ming, the sword-holding young master, nodded, seeming to recognize the royal power and wealth, and asked very seriously.
"practice!"
Wang Quan Fugui's proud smile froze. Compared to his speed, his swordsmanship was only so-so, and he couldn't even combine his sword with his body.
"That's not good? It doesn't matter. You move first and let me see how fast your movement can be!"
Xie Ming, the sword-holding young master, seemed to hear the lack of confidence in Wang Quan Fugui's tone. He was still somewhat interested in Wang Quan Fugui, and even condescendingly issued a battle invitation to Wang Quan Fugui.
"Don't even think about holding back. If you don't try your best, you might not even have a chance to make a second move!"
Xie Ming, the sword-holding young master, thought for a moment and tried to console him seriously, as if he was thinking about the royal power, wealth and honor.
"Big brother, do you think that little brother can beat Xie Ming?" The window in the guest room opened at some point, Xiao Yuan lay on the window sill and looked at Wang Quan Fugui and Xie Ming, and said with some worry,
"Sword Master Xie Ming, Xiao Yuan has heard of him and heard that his sword skills are very powerful, and it is common for the weak to defeat the strong. If he hadn't been delayed in improving his status by practicing in recent years, he would have become a special guest long ago!"
"It doesn't matter if you can't beat him, you won't die anyway!" Ye Qian said nonchalantly. In Xie Ming, he felt the swordsmanship of Elder Xuejian who had nothing but his sword, and he was not optimistic about royal power and wealth.
The king, power and wealth follow the path of speed and invincibility. Against ordinary geniuses, they can basically become invincible at the same level. They can kill people and win in the blink of an eye. They look quite powerful, but when they encounter really perverted characters, they fail quickly.
The king's power and wealth faced off against Xie Ming. If there was a bet on who would win, Ye Qian would rather place the bet on Xie Ming, who didn't understand him.
"How come it doesn't matter? Little brother can't beat me. Big brother is in trouble and has to fight with others!" Xiao Yuan replied angrily, looking at the royal power and wealth in his eyes with a sense of anger.
"You are so right!"
Ye Qian obviously ignored this point, and suddenly felt a little bit pained. What's the point of fighting with people for no reason? There is no benefit and it feels like bullying an honest person. I hope that the king's power, wealth and honor will be more impressive!
Just now you said you were looking for Ye Qian, why did you suddenly change your mind? And you look like you are sure to win, who gave you the confidence, believe it or not, you will be beaten to the point of collapse in minutes!
Wang Quan Fugui looked at Xie Ming, the sword-wielding young master, speechlessly, and took a deep breath.
He hasn't met a real opponent yet, but a fighting spirit bursts out from within.
If you want to fight, then fight!
A bloody long sword appeared in the hands of Wang Quan Fugui. The Blood Sword was given to Ye Qian. He is still using the previous weapon. The Wang Quan family has a better one, but Wang Quan Fugui did not change it. For a short time, it was still the previous blood sword.
It was so easy to use that when things were over, he would just switch to the Blood Slayer Sword, and there would be no need for other sword weapons.
"Get away, otherwise you'll be killed by mistake and don't come to me!"
Wang Quanfugui's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he scolded the group of second- and third-class guests behind Xie Ming impatiently. He had to clear the place before the battle. It was not because he was kind. There were a lot of people behind Xie Ming, which really affected the development of his body skills.
"You are arrogant, you..." Before he could finish his words, all the guests behind Xie Ming dispersed. There was only one person with no eyes left who wanted to jump up and down and shout something, but was instantly covered by the people around him and retreated far away.
at.
"Why do you use a sword?" Xie Ming, the sword-holder, has a misty look in his eyes, with an indescribable aura. It does not have the unique sharpness of a swordsman, but more like an unopened epee, pressing down on the king's power and wealth like a mountain.
"Why don't you use a sword?" Wang Quan Fugui asked in surprise when he heard this, and his heart was filled with fighting spirit. It was as if he had unconsciously embarked on the path of cultivation. The use of swords was just a matter of the Quan family who only taught swords at first, and he learned it easily.
Feeling the pressure coming from the shop, Wang Quanfugui frowned. Under this momentum, he vaguely felt suppressed before he made any move.
"It seems that the sword is no more than a weapon for you, so go ahead and use it. It's a pity for your understanding!" Xie Ming, the sword-holder, sighed, looking very disappointed with the royal power and wealth.
"Haha!" Wang Quan Fugui rolled his eyes inwardly, not caring about Xie Ming's words. He relied on speed rather than the sword in his hand.
Speed, when he first learned the secret art of blood escape, he became obsessed with the extraordinary stimulation. The whole world seemed to slow down, an unprecedented clarity appeared in his eyes, and his mind became purer and lighter.
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Then let's see which one is faster, your sword or my movement!
The corner of Wang Quan Fugui's mouth curled up with a smile, and his whole body turned into a bloody rainbow light, which shot towards Xie Ming with lightning speed. Without any moves, the bloody sword in his hand instantly wiped Xie Ming's neck.
"Keng..."
The long sword that Xie Ming held in his arms jumped out of its scabbard, not a step too early or a moment too late, and cleverly blocked the sword of Wang Quan Fugui.
There is no nostalgia for the king, power, wealth, and status. He is like an assassin who misses the target in an instant. In an instant, his speed increases by three points and turns into a bloody light to strike again.
"Keng..."
Xie Ming still didn't make any extra moves. He moved the sword in his hand slightly, blocking the sword of Wang Quan Fugui again.
"Little brother is so awesome, Madoka can't even see him!"
Not far away, in the back room of the guest room, Madoka exclaimed, the king's power and wealth were too fast, her eyesight could not catch the human figure at all, she could only see streaks of blood streaking towards Xie Ming, and then there was the clear sound of the swords colliding.
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"He lost!"
Ye Qian sighed, it looked like there was no winner or loser on the field, but in fact Wang Quan Fugui's speed had been completely controlled by Xie Ming, otherwise he wouldn't have moved late and struck first to block Wang Quan Fugui's sword.
"You lost!"
Xie Ming said three words indifferently and boringly. Facing the bloody sight of Wang Quan Fugui coming back again, the long sword was finally completely unsheathed, impartial, as if he had delivered it to the door, and the long sword was placed on Wang Quan Fugui's neck...