The best weapon was a strategy. The strength of the militarists lay in the fact that they could control weapons as if they were commanding an army.
Every member of their family would use their blood and sweat to refine their own divine weapons since birth. The weapons they used were also the only weapons that were not ranked in the Tianxuan Continent.
It was neither an ordinary weapon nor a Spirit Artifact, but a Secret Artifact.
108 flying daggers, which contained the number of 36 Celestial Spirits and 72 Earthly Fiends, were the reason why Bing Wudao dared to challenge Ye Fanchen.
Seeing the flying daggers circling Ye Fanchen like streams of light, waiting for an opportunity to attack, Ye Fanchen's face was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can last. Don't think that you can just pretend to be cold. These flying daggers have been specially refined and have the effect of penetrating the body. With my spiritual energy, you'll be dead as long as you're hit."
Bing Wudao said coldly.
"You talk a lot of nonsense. No matter how strong they are, they have to hit me first. Besides, I think you might be mistaken. From the beginning, I have never treated you as an opponent. Didn't you ask me about it? Who's stronger, the me from ten thousand years ago or the me now? If you want to know, then come and try. "
Ye Fanchen waved the Thousand Feather Sword in his hand. Compared to ten thousand years ago, he was indeed weaker in terms of realm. However, he was more dangerous now.
Not to mention that he was stronger than ten thousand years ago, his current spiritual energy was enough for him to use some of the ultimate techniques from ten thousand years ago.
The Luoshui Swordsmanship, Silent Spring Rain, and Shocking Summer Thunder. He had used these two moves a long time ago. Now that Ye Fanchen had raised the Thousand Feather Sword, Merciless Soldier felt a chill in his heart.
Bing Wudao clenched his teeth. There was a strong sense of danger in his heart that made him stay away from Ye Fanchen. However, after hearing Ye Fanchen's words, Bing Wudao was unwilling to accept it.
Even though there might be something fishy going on back then, it was an indisputable fact that Ye Fanchen had slaughtered the Hundred Houses. Ever since Pathless was born, every time he read the records passed down in his family and saw Venerable Qingyun suppressing the Hundred Houses, he swore that he would surpass Venerable Qingyun sooner or later.
"Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian …!"
Bing Wudao muttered in a low voice. Terrifying spiritual energy waves kept flowing out of his body. As a real aristocratic family in the Tianxuan Continent, Bing Wudao's performance was remarkable.
Yang Wenyu was a rogue cultivator. She had sacrificed a lot of blood and tears to reach her current level.
Compared to the Purple Mansion Realm experts that could easily appear in large factions, she, who had relied on her own strength to cultivate to the late stage of the Natal Opening Realm, had already reached the limit of her cultivation.
If she wanted to improve further, she would have to rely on those large factions. However, those large factions did not care about her strength. They had plenty of Natal Opening Realm experts. All they cared about was her appearance.
To them, she was not a warrior. She was just a toy that was worth conquering.
Opportunity. To Yang Wenyu, this was the best opportunity. A chance to hug Ye Fanchen's thigh. Qingyun Xian Zun from ten thousand years ago. Although his current realm was not high, his combat strength …
Yang Wenyu, who saw this opportunity, made her move. Of course, her target was not Bing Wudao. Her target was the rune that could control Mercenary City.
The Purple Palace Realm cultivators of the Four Great Clans were already occupied. The remaining people were nothing to Yang Wenyu.
After whispering to Ye Shiyun and Bai Yumo, Yang Wenyu instantly shot out.
The autumn wind and rain came and the autumn wind was cold. A strong autumn aura filled the air. This was the manifestation of sword intent. It was an extremely high realm in the way of the sword.
108 flying daggers were a lot, but they could not find an opening in the autumn rain. Bing Wudao originally planned to use his advantage in realm to fight Ye Fanchen. However, it seemed that he was too naive.
"Actually, I've thought about it a long time ago. What's the point of practicing martial arts? A person's life is just a pile of dirt. What's the point of living a long life?"
Ye Fanchen stood in the autumn rain. He stabbed the Thousand Feather Sword into the ground and raised his head.
On the other side, Bing Wudao was still looking for an opening. He did not care about Ye Fanchen's nonsense.
"Later on, I died, but I also understood. Those who have never died naturally wouldn't know that after a person dies, there is nothing left. So I thought that the meaning of my life was probably not for revenge, but simply because I wanted to live. Yes, simply because I wanted to live."
The more he spoke, the more tenacious Ye Fanchen's mind became, and the more enlightened his Dao Heart became. That's right, when people talk about living, it's just that they want to live.
One sword. It was still just one sword. The 108 flying daggers were instantly destroyed by this sword. Bing Wudao was so shocked that he realized that he could no longer control these flying daggers. One had to know that these flying daggers were refined with his blood and sweat since he was young.
Ye Fanchen's realm did not change, but his heart changed. This was a breakthrough in the extreme realm. In fact, Ye Fanchen's improvement was much greater than his breakthrough in realm.
Bing Wudao was not a mediocre person. He was an empyrean walker of the School of the Military.
What was an empyrean walker? One could only be called an empyrean walker if one's strength was enough to walk the world.
Yang Wenyu was very strong. She was at the peak of the late stage of the Natal Opening Realm. When she killed her way into the camp of the four major families, she was like a tiger in a flock of sheep.
Redflame narrowed his eyes. He had also coveted the rune for a long time. However, it was not something that could be obtained immediately. If the time was not right, it would be useless even if it was given to someone.
Seeing Yang Wenyu's graceful body dancing in the crowd, Scarlet Flame narrowed his eyes, looking for an opportunity to snatch the rune first.
Among the people who were still here, Chi Yan was naturally the strongest. Mo Liang was defeated by Ye Fanchen in one strike, Young Master Qing was not as strong as him, and Young Master Hua and Mo Xiaoyu were not here. At this moment, it could be said that he was the most likely person to obtain the rune.
Of course, this did not include Yang Wenyu. Although she was strong, Redflame did not take her seriously because she did not have a background.
"Ding ding ding …"
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