This requirement is neither harsh nor cruel. In the eyes of many warriors, the consequences of abandoning one's cultivation and becoming a useless person are more terrifying than death. Moreover, the stronger and more talented the practitioner is, the more terrible the consequences will be.
The harder it is to accept such consequences.
Qin Feng is undoubtedly very good and talented. He can be called a rare genius in the entire northwest region and even in the entire continent. Therefore, in the eyes of the old woman, destroying Qin Feng's cultivation is far better than killing Qin Feng.
The wind makes people feel more relieved, not to mention that this is because he has abandoned his cultivation...
"I deprived myself of my cultivation, and then found out that I was fooled. This kind of frustration and the double blow of being reduced to a useless person are enough to drive this extremely talented young man crazy, right?" The old woman thought in her mind.
He sneered secretly, "Besides, he deposed himself. I didn't kill him, nor did I personally destroy his cultivation. Everything was his own choice. In this way, even if the Second Saint of Star Soul knew about it, he would still choose it.
You can’t blame me for any reason, right?”
The cold wind blowing from the bamboo forest was slightly chilly. At this moment, Wulong Mountain became extremely quiet and depressing. Only the whistling north wind mixed with snow particles made a slight rustling sound from time to time. In the wind and snow,
Qin Feng was also very quiet, seeming to be thinking about something.
Xue Tianchong, who was watching the show silently, looked at the young man's back, then at the people in Wolong Mountain, and then shook his head slightly, with a slightly mocking expression on his face. He didn't know what he was sighing, or what he was mocking.
"Leader, don't agree to her!" A very inconspicuous and obviously inexperienced young alchemist in Fengyun Dan Alliance couldn't help shouting: "Leader, even if you really abandon your cultivation, she will definitely
She will not keep her promise, because she is just playing tricks on you and taking revenge on you!"
A young man with little experience could realize that this was obviously a trap, so naturally everyone present also realized it, and of course Qin Feng himself also realized it.
But what can he do if he realizes it? He seems to have no choice, and he has no trump cards or means. A strong person in the semi-saint realm is a strong person in the semi-sacred realm. So what if he is reincarnated as a martial saint? After all, he only has Xuan Xuan.
In the spiritual realm, the time to truly embark on the path of cultivation is only half a year.
How does half a year of practice compare with a thousand years of practice? How does the Xuanling Realm compare with the Semi-Saint Realm? In this battle, no matter how Qin Feng struggled and exhausted all his means, his failure was actually doomed from the beginning.
The conspiracy was revealed by a young alchemist in the Fengyun Alchemy Alliance. The old woman was unusually not angry. Instead, she said to Qin Feng very frankly: "He is right, I will not keep my promise, because now I am still very frank.
I am not happy, so I don’t want to help you. But who can say accurately about mood? Just because I am unhappy now does not mean that I will still be unhappy after you give up your practice. If I feel happy after you give up your practice, then I
Maybe it will come true for you."
If Qin Feng had already felt powerless and helpless before, then the old woman's words pressed on him like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making him even more helpless and even more
of powerlessness.
At the cost of destroying one's own cultivation, he bets on whether the other party will be happy? Is this kind of bet still necessary? But if he doesn't bet, what else can he do?
However, Qin Feng failed to make any choice in the end. Lin Xue's eyes were still a little dull, but in the dullness, there was a faint light flickering. She didn't know what she was thinking or confirming, but she didn't know what she was thinking about or confirming.
What choice to make.
The person who really makes the choice is an irrelevant bystander, an extremely impulsive bystander.
"Are you very unhappy? I only know that my sword is very unhappy!" Without anyone's orders, Kong Yuanji suddenly jumped into the air, with the long sword in his hand pointing towards the half-saint strong man without hesitation.
The person will be beheaded immediately.
This knife is exactly Kong Yuanji's special skill, the two-breaking knife. The so-called two-breaking knife naturally means breaking in two with one knife. There is no turning back after using the knife. His temperament is very impulsive, his mind is very straightforward, and he never thinks about too many things.
So this time he didn't think too much. He didn't think about whether the old woman would be angry and kill Lin Xue through the air with the great supernatural power of the Semi-Saint Realm after he drew the sword. He didn't think about whether he would use the sword rashly to kill Lin Xue.
To disrupt Qin Feng's plan, he didn't even consider whether he would die after drawing the sword. He just knew that he was unhappy and that King Qin would be forced to abandon his cultivation, so he had to use the sword.
It is precisely because he has to use the sword and because his mind is simple enough that he is decisive enough to use such decisive swords as the Two Broken Swords.
When the blade comes out, it is like thunder that separates the mountains, like a crack in the ground that separates the earth. A very thin and light line follows the light of the blade and separates the wind and snow, separates the airflow, and seems to separate the world. Then the space wind on the side of the blade
Snow surged, and the wind and snow stopped in the space on the other side of the blade.
However, no matter how handsome he is, how decisive his sword skills are, he cannot overcome the huge gap between strength and realm. There is no comparability between the true martial realm and the semi-sacred realm. But that does not mean that a true martial realm warrior cannot
Blooming his own brilliance could not stop Kong Yuanji from striking out with his long-suffering sword.
"Another one looking for death." The old woman raised her head indifferently and pointed a finger at the chopped off knife with great disdain.
This casual finger may not be said to be very powerful, and she did not use any strength. But just like some common sayings, all saints are ants. This kind of saying is very vulgar and bad, but
But it is extremely real. Because for a strong semi-saint, killing a true martial artist is as easy as crushing an ant.
The blade had not fallen, and the intention of breaking the knife had not been released. However, this time the knife in Kong Yuanji's hand had been broken. Then the finger force that shattered the long knife pointed at Kong Yuanqi's chest with undiminished power. If he was
Based on this guidance, Kong Yuanji will definitely not end well.
However, that finger failed to hit Kong Yuanji, because the moment Kong Yuanji took out the knife, the moment the old woman took action, there was someone in Wolong Mountain who took action together with Kong Yuanji. In the flash of lightning,
In an instant, he violently knocked Kong Yuanji away, and then opened up a shield.
"Brother!" Kong Yuanji, who was in mid-air, fell hard to the ground, his expression full of worry.
"Xuan Yin Shield!" Kong Shangwu's expression was silent, with a kind of relief and calmness as if he was ready to die. The small round shield, which was only five inches in size, suddenly shone brightly, and extremely complex green and green stripes were outlined in the air.
An extremely gorgeous and solemn shield pattern.
This shield is a Xuanyin shield that cannot be invaded by water and fire, and cannot be broken by swords. It has blocked the ferocious attacks of countless Zhenwu realm experts! However, at this time, the extremely gorgeous and powerful shield light and shadow, under the finger of the Semi-Saint expert,
Under it, it was instantly penetrated like tissue paper and hit hard on the body of the small round shield in Kong Shangwu's hand.
There was a crisp ding-dong sound, and the force of the fingers was fiercely set on the small round shield. Cracks suddenly appeared on the small round shield that was as green as sapphire, and then the magnificent treasure felt as if it had been hit with a hammer by the most reckless blacksmith.
It was like being hit, and it exploded into countless fragments in an instant. The thousands of fragments were like sharp swords, cutting through Kong Shangwu's resolute face and cutting his arms.
As the leader of the Dragon Guard and a Zhenwu realm warrior with extremely rich combat experience, Kong Shangwu's reaction was not unpleasant. In the moment when the small buckler broke and the fragments flew everywhere, he used his arms to protect himself.
The neck and eyes, while using strong spiritual power to protect the most critical parts of the body.
However, it was not the fragments of the buckler that brought him the greatest threat and trouble, but the power of his fingers. How terrifying a semi-sacred strongman was. Although that finger was just a very casual blow from the old woman, it was a combination of spiritual power and
The power of heaven and earth was compressed to the extreme, an extremely concentrated blow.
At this time, the blow first broke Kong Yuanji's sword and then shattered Kong Shangwu's shield, so the originally extremely condensed finger power suddenly collapsed. However, collapse does not mean collapse. This situation is like a digital attack.
Ten arrows tied together were fired together, and the arrows broke the rope during flight, so the originally extremely powerful arrow turned into dozens of relatively weak arrows.
..
The chaotic finger power turned into a black cloud like smoke in mid-air. As the black cloud rolled, it opened its bloody mouth like a beast, trying to swallow Kong Shangwu's tiny figure in one gulp.
"It turns out that the gap between the True Martial Realm and the Semi-Saint Realm is so insurmountable." Feeling the terrifying energy contained in the rolling black clouds, Kong Shangwu couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, with helplessness in his eyes.
He knew that the Semi-Saint Realm was very strong, but he didn't expect that the power of just one finger, even after the collapse, could be so strong.
But just when the black cloud was about to drown Kong Shangwu, a rusty iron sword suddenly appeared between him and the black cloud.
That is a very stupid sword. This is not to say that the sword is very heavy, but the method of linking sword moves with sword moves is very stupid and simple, but it is very effective.
Prince Dan Fang Ziming waved the rusty sword in his hand intoxicatedly, but what he was thinking about was some of the conversations he had when he met an expert in Guiyuan Sect who taught him swordsmanship.
"What sword do you want to learn?"
"I am an alchemist, and I don't like killing people. Well...is there any swordsmanship that can save lives? Swordsmanship that can definitely save lives."
"Yes. It's a stupid sword."
"Stupid sword? If you are stupid, how can you save your life?"
"Of course you can, because the swordsmanship is stupid and simple enough, and it is only designed to save lives, so it is the best way to save lives."
"Is it enough that the swordsmanship is stupid enough?"
"Of course it's not enough. The sword must be stupid enough, but the person must be smart."
"So, what is smart?"
"When you encounter an opponent you can't defeat, don't take action."
Quietly thinking about these conversations back then, Prince Dan Fang Ziming smiled bitterly and shook his head, muttering: "Teacher, it seems that I am still not suitable for using a stupid sword because I am not smart enough." Then his eyes became calmer, but in his hands
That rusty sword, that stupid sword's sword intention showed a determination that should never have appeared.
There was a loud buzz, and the black cloud suddenly shattered with each stupid but stubborn swordsmanship. Two figures fell from the black cloud. I don't know where they fell, and I don't know whether they are dead or alive.
But these are not important. What is important is that they took action, fought, existed, and therefore survived.