Wei Quyang was a decent man, upright, and his words were fair and honest, without any cover-up. It was already clear that he wanted to take action.
Wu Ming's face remained calm, but his mind was tense to the extreme, and he was even more ready to strike at any moment.
In terms of reputation, Wei Quyang was no weaker than Lu Jiuyuan in the mid-Tang Dynasty. He was also the master who once faced the saint and rebuked him angrily. Even though he had cultivated his moral character over the years, no one dared to underestimate him.
The Confucian way, in addition to its awe-inspiring righteousness and tempered mind, also has a life-long sword of tongue, which can slay the unprincipled and ignorant kings at the top and the evil and sycophantic ministers at the bottom!
This sword has the ability to break evil and slay demons. It contains the power of words and magic. It adheres to the belief that has been cultivated for a lifetime as the sword bone, and uses itself as the sheath to hide the edge.
The edge of a sword is sharpened!
It's hard to imagine how strong this Confucian semi-sage is, who has sharpened his sword of speech all his life.
Not to mention, this old man is here for revenge. If he is supplemented by the family's secret skill of Da Meng Dragon Slaying Technique, once it is unsheathed, it will definitely have earth-shattering power!
Wu Ming suddenly felt that this might be the biggest crisis since he entered Zhongtang, or even since his debut.
With this supreme inheritance, the Wei family had the flaw that they could only use the sword three times in a lifetime. However, when the Tang Dynasty was founded, the ancestors of the Wei family used themselves as semi-saints to help the founding king kill the Dragon Saint and established the foundation of Wei in one fell swoop.
The foundation of this top wealthy family has not declined to this day.
Even if he is as confident as Wu Ming, he doesn’t think he can take it on unscathed, and he may even be in danger of falling!
After all, this sword is extremely pure and... has the ability to cause and effect.
Moreover, even though this person had not taken action for many years, his staunchness when he was young was unparalleled, otherwise he would not have done such outrageous things as denouncement of the saint.
"good!"
Seeing that Wu Ming was not frightened, or even showed any unnecessary complex emotions, but was just ready to attack with all his strength, Wei Quyang smiled and nodded, exhaled and spoke loudly, the sound was like thunder, like a bell, shaking the world.
"How dare you hide your head and tail in front of me?"
Before he finished speaking, a series of shocking auras suddenly appeared, making Wei Quyang look slightly embarrassed and even shocked.
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, six top half-saints, what a huge formation.
Originally, he felt that something was wrong around him, but he did not realize the source of the abnormality. Now that he thought about it, there should be a strange treasure that blocked the energy of these six supreme semi-saints.
Moreover, it also concealed their auras, making it impossible for Wu Ming to make a judgment.
But now, Wei Quyang shouted loudly, and Haoran's true thunder exploded, directly tearing off their fig leaves and exposing them naked in front of others.
Even if these people are just casual warriors, with their level of cultivation, they can only run for their lives.
I don’t know who it is that has such generosity and courage, and invites so many powerful people!
"Mr. Zheng Guo, we are all following orders and have the same goal. Why should we do this?"
"Mr. Wei, this son is cruel and ruthless, and he will definitely retaliate. Now he is causing trouble to China. If you don't kill him with your sword, why bother us?"
"Brother Wei, what do you mean by this? Aren't you afraid that I will retaliate later?"
There were words of fear, hesitation, or threats. It was obvious that these people were afraid of being exposed, and even their voices changed.
A person’s name, a tree’s shadow!
Today's Wu Ming is no longer the junior who was a chess piece at the mercy of all parties when he first entered Chang'an and fled in panic like a lost dog.
Rather, he is the proud semi-saint who can look down upon his peers, plot against saints, and dominate China!
"Hahaha!"
Wei Quyang looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice shaking the whole world, causing the six top semi-sages to change their expressions, and two of them turned around and ran away without hesitation.
Yes, facing Wei Quyang, who had a similar cultivation level, the two top half-saints fled directly.
Because they felt the crisis, the threat of death, it was from the seemingly old Wei Quyang!
"snort!"
When the other four saw this, they didn't know why, but they also noticed something was wrong. However, they did not run away like the first two, regardless of the dignity of the semi-saint. They snorted coldly as a warning and prepared to retreat to a safe area.
"Shameless rats!"
Wei Quyang's face turned cold and he shouted again, "Behead!"
Behead!
As soon as the two words came out, the world went dark, and a cold feeling swept hundreds of miles around. There was also a dark sword light that flashed like lightning and disappeared, seeming to illuminate the sky and pierce people's hearts.
deep.
The hair on Wu Ming's body suddenly stood up, and he felt a chill running from his heels to the top of his head. He almost couldn't help but attack and kill the old man first with the strongest force.
"Wei Quyang, do you dare?"
"Wei, you dare to go against us?"
"Stop, I am..."
Even Wu Ming felt the unstoppable death crisis, let alone the rest of the people, especially the half-saints who had escaped. Their energy had long been dissipated and they had no will to fight.
Faced with this shocking sword, even if it was just the release of breath, these top half-saints had their livers and gallbladders split apart, and their souls were dying. They only wished that their parents had two legs, and they wished they could fly away with wings.
Although he is a powerful semi-saint and seems to be only one step away from the power of a saint, as long as he is still a human being, he has seven emotions and six desires.
When facing death, there is not much difference from ordinary people.
"It's very strong, I'm afraid..."
Wu Ming took a deep breath and did not look deliberately, but deep in his pupils and even in his mind, there was a sword light like lightning passing by and disappearing in a flash.
With one sword shot, the auras of the six supreme semi-saints dissipated. Apparently, they were all killed. What kind of method was this?
Even if Lu Jiuyuan was still alive, he might not be able to slash out such a sword with his supreme semi-saint cultivation.
This is a sword that has transcended the realm of semi-saints, and even saints may not be able to master it!
In comparison, Lu Chunyang's Yin Yang Liang Yi Sword is as childish and clumsy as a naughty boy playing with a stick, and there is no comparison.
"Is this the most powerful sword that I have upheld for a lifetime, cultivated with energy and spirit, and honed for a lifetime?"
Wu Ming felt inexplicably shocked and vaguely excited.
From this sword, he felt similar power fluctuations, which was a training method similar to the fall of gods.
Although they are different, they have the same purpose!
"Do you see clearly?"
Wei Quyang's voice was calm, as if killing six half-saints of the same level with one sword was nothing.
"younger generation……"
Wu Ming hesitated, shook his head, and nodded again.
He didn't understand what Wei Quyang meant, and he seemed to have grasped something vaguely.
"Then use your eyes, look carefully and see clearly!"
Wei Quyang said lightly, and the invisible sword became more powerful, as if it illuminated the sky and competed with the sun.
Wu Ming's pupils shrank, the hairs all over his body stood up again, there were golden hook marks between his eyebrows, and the golden dragons and silver snakes in his eyes swam and hissed, as if he was uneasy, but he held it back at the last moment.
He didn't feel any killing intent in this sword, he trusted his senses and intuition.
"Demon way!"
Before he could think clearly why this was happening, a thunderous shout sounded in his ears.
Zheng!
It was as if the strings of a musical instrument transformed by the rules of heaven and earth were being fluctuated by someone, crisp and sweet, with an indescribable rhythm. The sword light that competed with the sun disappeared in an instant.
But Wu Ming seemed to see a ray of sword light spanning hundreds of millions of miles across the void. It seemed to have crossed the barriers of space and time, appeared in front of a palace out of thin air, and went straight to a thick-browed elder sitting inside. Eyes, the old Taoist with a dignified appearance and a hale face walked away with his eyebrows raised.
"Duh!"
The old Taoist seemed to have realized something. He suddenly opened his eyes and flicked the dust in his hand, and there seemed to be thousands of auspicious lights, curling towards the sword light.
What made his expression change was that the sword light seemed to not exist in the world of desire, it just flashed past and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows for a moment.
"throat!"
The old Taoist shook his shoulders, his face suddenly turned pale, and he grunted, his eyes were filled with fright and anger, and there was a blood mark like a vertical eye between his eyebrows, and a drop of blood with green-gold light flowed out.
"That's..."
Wu Ming's heart was shocked. When he wanted to see clearly, he found that everything was like a bubble. His eyes blurred. His mind trembled and he regained his vision. It seemed that everything before was an illusion, but it was so real.
An inexplicable voice told him that all this was true!
"Do you see clearly?"
Wei Quyang's voice was still calm, but there was an indescribable hoarseness, as if he was extremely tired.
"Um!"
Wu Ming nodded slightly, looked at Wei Quyang in confusion, and said in a deep voice, "Behead the body, kill the Tao, and kill the cause and effect. Mr. Wei's sword can already ignore the rules of heaven and earth to a certain extent. Looking at the state of eyes, I am afraid that only The swordsmanship of the best swordsman in the world has such power."
It has this power, but it is not the same as this sword, because Wei Quyang's sword is all his own power.
Each of Li Qingge's swords has this power, but it may not have its own characteristics. This is the difference.
"Very good, Linyuan did not misjudge you, then...take my sword!"
Wei Quyang nodded happily, and the remaining light in his originally clear and deep eyes dissipated as the words fell.
Zheng!
Different from the clear and crisp sound of the piano before, the sword chant that seemed to be filled with sadness reappeared. Although it still illuminated people's hearts, it no longer had the power to compete with the sun, cross the void, and ignore the obstacles of heaven and earth!
This sword struck from between Wu Ming's eyebrows. Just like the old Taoist, no means of resistance were effective.
Only after entering the sea of consciousness, Wu Ming's soul transformed into a gold and silver sword and clashed with the sword light.
There was no fierce confrontation as imagined, nor any grand and violent fluctuations. Only that pure sword scattered the last bit of its own light and was annihilated.
Wu Ming closed his eyes for a long time, feeling the birth and death of this sword, and understood something in his heart.
"This is a dispute between orthodoxy. If I kill you, I won't be able to draw my sword against that person!"
Wei Quyang's face was as white as paper, his appearance was haggard, and his aura exuded a sense of decay. It seemed that he was about to die soon, and half of his feet were in the coffin.
In fact, both feet have stepped in, but the obsession is still there.
"Don't worry, Mr. Wei, the Wei family's inheritance is unbroken, and the Li and Tang royal families don't dare to be presumptuous!"
Wu Ming said seriously.
"Ahem!"
Wei Quyang coughed a few times and waved his hand.
"Junior, take your leave!"
Wu Mingli hesitated for a moment, then stood up to say goodbye, summoned the dragon and horse, and went straight to the gate of Chang'an.
"As long as the saint does not die, there will be more thieves, haha!"
Staring at Wu Ming's retreating back, Wei Quyang's haggard figure became more and more stooped, as if he was sitting curled up under the sunset, but the gradually lengthening shadow appeared unusually straight and straight!