The world is the world of fame and fortune.

Therefore, fame is everything to the people in the world.

A person can die, but not nameless.

Those who are unknown have never truly entered the world.

Wei Yan is not a man from the world, nor is he a visitor from the world.

He doesn't want a name.

But he loves swords!

To him, the sword is fate.

So when he came to this Gao Wu world, he looked like Dugu Ming.

It is different from monks who are used to retreat, enlightenment, learning the Dharma, and discussing the Tao... and occasionally traveling around the world and playing in the world.

The habit of people in the martial arts world is to use weapons and fists to reason, and live more civilized and vulgar.

Wei Yan likes this truth very much.

Wei Yan never cared about the top ten martial arts scriptures... Even when it was spread in full swing, he never took a look.

But at this moment, he looked at his opponent, the young swordsman who was only in his twenties, but was extremely serious.

Because Wei Yan felt a trait similar to him and even purer than him from this opponent.

This is something he cannot have, so he is very envious.

"Murong Shang···After three years old, he learned swords at the age of five, he has been learning swords for twenty years now. This sword has never let down the name of his ancestors. Today, please appreciate it, whether it is life or death." The young man in a mysterious suit, holding the sword, looked at Wei Yan seriously and said seriously.

This is a devout person.

The glory of ancestor Murong Bai did not become his burden.

Instead, it became his motivation and direction.

When a person becomes pure, he will naturally become powerful.

"Wei Yan!" Wei Yan simply said his name, and did not embarrassingly complete such an seemingly unnecessary ceremony.

Most of the people in the martial arts world watching were swordsmen.

Some people stand on the treetops, some stand on the top of the valley, and some stand behind the rocks beside them.

They all watched the battle that was about to begin, with almost no one talking, and no one discussing it. The sword slaves in the sword valley were already prepared in advance. They would take away his sword at the moment the loser appeared and then hide it into the sword valley.

It seems to be infected by this inexplicable atmosphere.

Wei Yan suddenly remembered what an old friend said to him many years ago.

He said: "People who choose to learn sword and regard it as supreme will have some special feelings. Such feelings will be like crazy and cannot be understood in the eyes of others."

Wei Yan has always agreed with this sentence.

Now I have a new feeling.

No more nonsense.

Two swordsmen draw their swords at the same time.

At this moment, the light of the sword fighting surpassed the limitations of time and space, as if two worlds had once again collided fiercely.

Dingding Dingding Ding···!

In a series of sword light interactions, two figures jumped rapidly.

The noisy wind stopped here.

The sudden rain clouds were also violently dispersed.

When the last leaf on the treetop above the head falls to the ground.

The young man in a mysterious suit fell into a pool of blood, without any regret on his face, but instead showed a happy smile.

For him...being born in a sword and dying in a sword, although he can no longer bear the glory of his ancestors, he has witnessed his own glory and has died without regrets.

Wei Yan looked at the sword in his hand and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

His melancholy is that he is not pure after all.

Although true qi is not magic power, he subconsciously used some sword-controlling techniques in the battle just now.

Even more sad that this young man who was killed by him was born in such a world.

Otherwise, he would definitely take it as a disciple and teach it carefully.

Perhaps a hundred years later, the Sword Sect will produce another powerful man who shocks the world.

"The magical nature is worth 32,000 points!" Such a voice came from Ke Xiaoliang's ears.

And the sound is coherent, not single.

Ke Xiaoliang just glanced at the battle lightly, then flew over.

Bai Xiaosheng's list has been updated.

Some newcomers are on the list and some elderly people are on the list.

Of course, some people are unwilling to accept it, while others are unwilling to accept it.

Challenges, vendettas, and disputes of interests never end, nor will they end.

Even so, in terms of the gains of magical values, we can only barely reach a balance of income and expenditure.

Ke Xiaoliang was not in a hurry to withdraw from the second large-scale event.

After all, the top ten martial arts classics need to be digested for a while.

Ke Xiaoliang focused on the Gaowu world in order to lay a foreshadowing first.

To plan for the future.

A large amount of true energy was once again included in Ke Xiaoliang's body.

The level of Qi training has risen rapidly again.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-four… and one after another.

It seems that this is beyond the level of qi training that is more than ten levels of qi training, and it is easy to make progress.

The liquefied true gas is further compressed and pure.

As long as Ke Xiaoliang thinks, every moment, he can condense the true energy into a demon embryo, attract the mind to enter the true energy, and transform magic power.

And with magic power, you can be called a real monk.

A series of magical means can be used by monks.

In the Divine Realm World, Ke Xiaoliang kept exercising swords and swords in his martial arts field.

The swords at this time became alive in his hands.

It is no longer a rigid move, but a flexible response occurs as the movement of breath, direction, timing and even light.

Just like a knife and a sword, in his hands, they are alive.

Suddenly, Dugu Ming appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and attacked him with a sword.

Ke Xiaoliang waved his sword and greeted him.

Dugu Ming's sword is extremely seductive and routine. When it enters his rhythm, his flaws and weaknesses will be controlled by him.

Ke Xiaoliang ignored him, attacked with swords and swords, changed the two yin and yang, cross-piercing, and jumped back and forth.

After just a few rounds, Dugu Ming, who was copied from the collected data, was killed.

Then, Wei Yan appeared opposite Ke Xiaoliang and became his new opponent.

Using the world, collecting data, and then creating opponents in the divine realm, using these people to feed them... is also one of Ke Xiaoliang's more vivid uses of the gourd world.

When accumulating true qi, theoretical knowledge is important, but practical experience is also very important.

With the further spread of the blood talisman.

More monks entered the gourd.

And the first stop of these monks is the nuclear wasteland world.

When I learned about the worldview, even though I had been told that the monks who entered the wasteland world were still inevitably, and contributed a wave of magical values ​​to Ke Xiaoliang.

Immediately afterwards, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

On the endless wasteland, black clouds and black and yellow sand dunes are intertwined, as if they cannot distinguish between heaven and earth.

What distinguishes this world is a large group of hideous giant beasts wearing iron shorts.

These hideous giant beasts lined up and formed a queue, and even stood quietly on the earth, with a silent shock that made people unable to help swallowing their saliva.

Opposite these hideous giant beasts are some weird people with wings on their backs and sharp horns on their heads.

Most of them only have local human forms, and more... are more like monsters.
Chapter completed!