"Haven't you already obtained "The Twelve-Storied Tower"? " Shanwei said.
"Friends, I found a few people to practice with, but no one succeeded!" Ye Qiandeng said with a frown.
Even if it is a secret technique taught by someone he considers a friend, he will find someone to practice it with first.
In the underworld, you must always be on guard against others!
"The Twelve-Storied Tower requires extremely high comprehension and talent, and not everyone can master it!" Shanwei said.
"Hmph! What's with comprehension and fate? There's no sword technique that can't be practiced! He definitely doesn't want to teach it, so he finds an excuse of lack of comprehension!" Ye Qiandeng didn't believe it.
He took a step forward, his figure swooping down like a giant bird, and said, "Friend! Die in peace!"
The knife gleamed with a faint cold light under the moonlight, like a bright solitary moon, carrying the cold moonlight, slashing towards the mountain dike.
Shanwei knew that the Ye family's sword technique "Night Sword" was most powerful at night.
Looking at the bright knife light, there is also a knife shadow as black as ink. In this darkness, there is one knife and two shadows, one bright and one dark, which is weird and difficult to defend against.
So he drew his sword!
"The White Jade Palace in the sky, twelve floors and five towers!"
A sword was swung out, the sword light was bright and elegant, it was not like the human world, but it came from the sky, through the heavy clouds and mist!
The sword of the exiled immortal!
With two "clang" sounds, Shanwei's sword light blocked Ye Qiandeng's two light and shadow swords, but it was unable to cut Ye Qiandeng.
Because he is too weak.
"Good! Great swordsmanship!" Ye Qiandeng watched the sword light cut through his clothes on his chest. Perhaps if Shanwei had used a little more force, his stomach would have been ripped open.
To be honest, he and Shanwei both have Qi Hai cultivation, and he is always beaten by Shanwei.
The sword technique of "Twelve-story Tower" is really too powerful!
He really wanted it, even if it meant betraying his friends!
"My friend! You were poisoned by the 'Bone-Eroding and Heart-Breaking Powder', but you could still hold on until now, and even swung a sword, almost taking my life! This is really beyond my expectation!" Ye Qiandeng looked at Shanwei with admiration.
"The Twelve-Storied Tower is an external possession. Hand it over to me and I will give you the antidote. We can still be friends!" Ye Qiandeng said seriously.
"My dear friend, you saved my life in the past! I have already passed on to you a mere copy of "The Twelve-Storied Tower"!" Shanwei said with a pale face and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He had to hold on to the door of the mountain temple to stand firmly.
He really has run out of energy.
This time no one came to rescue him.
"Oh! I have no choice!" Ye Qiandeng sighed and said, "You forced me to do this!"
He swung his long sword, and another bright sword light slashed towards the mountain village.
Shanwei looked at the flash of knife and could not even stand still. He could only wait for death.
Shi Feizhe had been hiding in the ruined temple, and when he saw Shanwei's sword move, he had thought he was done for. He had never seen such a powerful sword technique, even in Sancai Village a few days ago.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, all he could do was give Ye Qiandeng a scraping!
You can't do this!
He could see clearly that these two men were calling each other friends, but in their hearts, they both wanted to kill each other! Especially Ye Qiandeng, who kept saying that he had no choice but to hand over the secret manual and still be friends. In fact, he had completely set his heart on killing Shan Wei, and after killing him, he would kill him!
It is better to rely on oneself than on others. He has to save himself!
Fortunately, he has been practicing martial arts unremittingly for the past half month, and with the triple training speed, the "True Source Qi" of the "True Source Sword Finger Technique" has formed a small ball in his dantian.
He has a chance to make a move!
So he rolled over and while Ye Qiandeng was talking, he came to the inside of the temple gate, which was Ye Qiandeng's blind spot.
When he saw Ye Qiandeng flying over and slashing towards Shanwei, he knew this was his only chance!
He aimed at Ye Qiandeng, raised his right hand, and the true energy in his body followed the trajectory of a few days ago, starting from Dantian, going up to "Chengjiang", then turning into the "Jianliao" on his right arm and sinking all the way to the "Guan Chong" on his ring finger.
"Whoosh!" A strange sound, like a bird chirping, or an object cutting through space at high speed, came from the side of the mountain dike just as Ye Qiandeng was about to chop it down.
"What is that thing!" He was surprised. The bright knife did not change direction, but the shadow knife chopped towards the thing instead.
Unfortunately, he was slow.
The Zhenyuan sword energy pierced through his chest at an extremely fast speed, creating a hole as thick as a finger in his chest!
The sword energy is fast and sharp, like a flying swallow flying through the clouds, disappearing in the blink of an eye, hence the name "Flying Swallow Piercing the Clouds"!
"You...how..." Ye Qiandeng covered the large hole in his chest and hurriedly pressed acupuncture points, circulating his true energy to seal off his blood. It was a pity that the sword energy didn't hit a vital point. If it had hit the throat or heart, Ye Qiandeng would have died on the spot!
At this moment, Shanwei swung his sword again.
The sword light was vague and dreamy. In the moonlight of the night, it carried a slight mist and gently crossed Ye Qiandeng's throat.
After the sword flashed, a red line appeared on Ye Qiandeng's throat, and then his head flew up, blood spurted out, staining Shanwei's body.
"You have this trick, why didn't you say it earlier!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but say it when he saw Shanwei's sword. Then he saw the headless Ye Qiandeng falling down, and Shanwei also fell down.
This sword was really Shanwei's last sword. He was originally waiting for Ye Qiandeng to chop him and die together with Ye Qiandeng. Unexpectedly, Shi Feizhe who passed by helped him and let him survive.
Although he survived, he fainted after being struck by the sword.
"Hey, hey, hey... Don't die!" These were the words he heard before he fell into a coma.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he woke up again, it was already daytime.
"You're awake. You've been in a coma for seven years, and your child is already six years old!" Shi Feizhe saw Shanwei wake up and slowly sit up, and said jokingly, which was a rare occurrence.
It's no wonder he's in a good mood; it's because that guy called Ye Qiandeng is so rich! Not only does he have twenty or thirty taels of gold and silver, he also carries beautiful jade and a long sword.
The sword is about three feet long, emitting cold light, and it looks extraordinary at first glance!
From Shi Feizhe's perspective, this knife is probably worth several hundred taels of silver!
As expected, in the underworld, you can't get rich by working. Killing and robbing are the only options for getting rich quickly.
Shanwei still looked like a ruined temple with an extinguished fire, still daylight. It was easy to guess that he had only been unconscious for half a day, not the seven years Shi Feizhe had claimed.
"Yanzhou Shanwei, thank you for saving my life!" Shanwei said to Shi Feizhe with a fist salute.
"I'm Shi Feizhe! No need to be polite! You killed him, not me!" Shi Feizhe pointed at two small ceramic bottles and a copy of 'The Twelve-Storied Tower' in front of Shanwei and said, "This is the elixir we found on that man. I don't recognize it either. See if it's the antidote to your poison."
Although he worked as a handyman in a clinic, it was just hard labor. He hadn't even learned how to identify herbs, let alone elixirs.
Shanwei opened the two bottles, sniffed them, and swallowed one of them. He said, "These are just some common internal energy-replenishing pills and wound medicine. My friend didn't bring any antidotes."
Come to think of it, who would carry an antidote with them, especially one that they themselves poisoned themselves?
If you bring the antidote with you when you go out, what if someone kills you? Wouldn't that be a waste of poison?
