I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 35: Bloody Wind
After being baptized in the Spiritual Vein Pool, both Feng Xuan and Nie Wenyuan.

Not only did his internal injuries recover, but his cultivation also reached the peak of the third level of Tongtian realm.

Nie Wenyuan handed Wen Bu's black gold magic sword to Feng Xuan.

"I hope you won't dishonor this sword."

Feng Xuan took the magic sword and a drop of blood dripped into the sword.

"Brother Nie, I still need a few days to comprehend the Ten Thousand Swords Technique left by Brother Wen."

Nie Wenyuan nodded, stepped on the flowing clouds, and headed straight for the Tower of Babel.

"Those Yang thieves have set up an ambush at the Tower of Babel and have achieved a resounding victory."

"I will definitely find a way to obtain the remaining fragments of the Heavenly Book in the Tower of Babel."

Feng Xuan dived to the bottom of the spiritual vein pool again and activated the panel.

[In the first month, you have mastered the essence of sword control and can split two with one sword]
[In the second month, your sword-wielding skills became increasingly proficient. One became two, two became four, and four became eight...]
[When you transform into Ten Thousand Swords, you will feel the rapid consumption of the Jade Liquid in your body]
[Luckily, you are in the Spiritual Vein Pool, with almost endless Spiritual Night to replenish and consume]
[Sixth month, half a year later, you find that without the Spiritual Vein Pool, you can only rely on yourself to transform into eight swords]
[Fifth Turn: Ten Thousand Swords Technique Minor Completion]
[Remaining Spiritual Rhythm: 1,672]
Consume five spiritual rhymes and save half a year of hard work.

Feng Xuan recalled the feeling of riding a sword and riding the wind in his dream, and the Taoist spirit in his body moved according to his heart.

Spread your wings and fly high, riding the wind to soar in the Tongtian Palace.

Feng Xuan only felt that his body was light, as if he had been flying on a sword for a hundred years.

Man and sword became one, swiftly flying away.

Look at the Tower of Babel, which is broken but still towering into the clouds.

Feng Xuan didn't hesitate and flew to the top of the tower on his sword.

"Sure enough, Senior Brother Nie is here!"

At this time, Nie Wenyuan, holding Leng Yue, was fighting fiercely with a young general in silver robes.

It is difficult to gain an advantage by attacking others.

Whoosh!
The black gold magic sword under Feng Xuan's feet split into two, one bright and one dark, attacking the silver-robed young general's head and back respectively.

As the silver robe trembled, the gun sounded like thunder, and gun shadows were everywhere.

Dang Dang Dang!
After three metallic collision sounds, the young general in silver robe stood up with his spear, but blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Chang admits defeat today. This fragment of the Heavenly Book will be handed over to the Jiang Kingdom."

"I'll learn more about your skills at Yangwu Pass in the future!"

Feng Xuan held the magic sword and wanted to pursue the victory, but was stopped by Nie Wenyuan.

"Senior Brother Nie?"

Nie Wenyuan shook his head: "He is the commander of the Shu Kingdom's Imperial Guards."

"The Shu Kingdom and the Yang Kingdom are merely exchanging interests, not even cooperating."

"If you kill him here, it will only push Shu, a neutral country, towards Yang."

Feng Xuan picked up the half-scrolled jade book on the ground, his mind in a trance.

He seemed to have seen this thing somewhere.

"Junior brother!"

"My master has passed away. This Golden Book of Creation is a precious inheritance, recording the myriad magical powers of my Supreme Daoist sect."

"As long as it still exists, the sect's lineage will never be cut off!"

"The Wuji Jade Book was drawn by Master after a thousand years of enlightenment, when he broke through the Nine Transformations and became a Venerable."

"It is branded with Master's Dao patterns and immortal marks. Master's Dao penetrates heaven and earth, and it can be called a heavenly book."

"You and I will each hold a scroll, as long as one of us is still alive."

"My Tai Shang Dao Sect will be rebuilt one day!"

A memory emerged in Feng Xuan's mind.

The woman's words were still fresh in his ears, but no matter how hard Feng Xuan tried, he could not see the woman's true face.

"Junior Brother Feng!"

"Are you OK?"

Feng Xuan came back to his senses and looked at Nie Wenyuan, whose eyes were full of worry.

He shook his head and pointed to the half-rolled jade book.

"This thing is of great use to me, and I don't want to give it to Long Yang."

"Could Senior Brother help me?"

Nie Wenyuan nodded without hesitation: "Long Yang doesn't trust us in the first place."

"If he hadn't trusted Yang Yong so easily and charged forward rashly," "and if he hadn't thought his plans were complete and divided his troops into three waves, we wouldn't have been in such a passive position!"

Feng Xuan saw the resentment in Nie Wenyuan's eyes.

He is different from Wenbu. Although he is also from Jiang Kingdom, he is also willing to serve the country.

But Nie Wenyuan obviously cares more about the people of Jiang Kingdom than the royal family of Jiang Kingdom.

"It's a pity that the Yang Kingdom's bandits are not here."

"Did Chang Yun tell us where those people from Yang Guo went?"

Feng Xuan took out the road map and asked Nie Wenyuan beside him.

Nie Wenyuan pointed to a place that Feng Xuan did not expect.

Although it is called "Jiantai", it is actually a sword mountain.

There are countless broken swords and embroidered swords densely packed on it.

When Feng Xuan arrived, he felt that the broken sword in his Tongtian Palace was almost exactly the same as the thousands of broken swords here.

"You're a stray dog, without your master's protection, yet you dare to come here and seek death!"

Yuwen Hongren held the Zhangba Snake Spear upside down and plowed the ground, creating bursts of fireworks.

Dugu Luoren crossed his arms, holding a sword in front of his chest, and appeared silently behind Feng Xuan.

"Your sword, I heard its wail!"

"You are not worthy to be its owner, because you have discarded it!"

Feng Xuan snorted coldly, and the black gold magic sword soared into the sky, turning into four and attacking the two men.

He divided his attention into two parts, one attacking and the other defending, and entangled the two men.

Nie Wenyuan understood what he meant, and took cloud-stepping steps, rushing into the depths of the sword platform.

"Go away!"

Yuwen Hongren wanted to give chase, but the attacks of the two swords in the air became more and more continuous.

As the fight went on, Yuwen Hongren began to feel exhausted.

He felt a sense of familiarity from the double sword shadows in front of him.

It was Dugu Luoren, whose sword power was to advance without retreat and to attack without defense.

Looking at Dugu Luoren on the other side, the sword was becoming sharper and sharper.

However, he was unable to break through Feng Xuan's Tai Chi defense.

"The time is almost here. Let me send you on your way!"

"Senior Brother Wen, I'm waiting for you!"

"Tai Chi circulates, Yin and Yang circulates!"

In the Tai Shang scroll, Feng Xuan had personally witnessed the Tai Shang Dao Zun using the power of Tai Chi to transform yin and yang and reverse life and death.

Although he does not have such great abilities, he can be regarded as the root of Tai Chi.

It is still more than enough to transform Dugu Luoren's offensive and Yuwen Hongren's defensive.

boom!
Dugu Luoren only felt that his sword had never been so sharp and stabbed so vigorously.

Yuwen Hongren had never been so helpless and had no way to defend himself.

When the two came to their senses, they saw that Dugu Luoren's sword had already torn Yuwen Hongren's chest.

The black gold magic sword turned into eight and attacked Dugu Luoren from all directions.

"No matter how fast your sword is, how can you defeat eight people alone?"

The magic sword hummed and the sword light flashed, but Dugu Luoren's sword power had already been exhausted.

He spat out a mouthful of blood onto the sword, but in the end he could only block seven swords.

There was still a sword coming from bottom to top, piercing between his legs and shattering his kidney.

"If you break through the fourth level, you might be able to block eight swords."

"Unfortunately, by that time, I could have transformed into sixteen swords!"

"Your sword is always slower than mine."

thump!
Not only does it kill people, it also destroys their hearts. Dugu Luoren's eyes were full of unwillingness, but in the end, all he had left was death.

Feng Xuan picked up his scarlet sword and looked at the four words "Bi Xue Chang Feng" engraved on the sword.

He smiled coldly: "Use this sword to bury your most loyal Yang Kingdom!"

(End of this chapter)