Chapter 26: Twelve-Storied Tower"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 book taught by someone he considers a friend, he will find someone to practice it with first.
In the world of martial arts, you must always be on guard against others!
"The Twelve-Storied Tower requires extremely high levels of comprehension and talent, and not everyone can master it!" Shanwei said.
"Hmph! What's the point of comprehension and fate? There's no sword technique that you can't practice! You definitely don't want to teach it, so you make an excuse that you don't have enough comprehension!" Ye Qiandeng didn't believe this.
He took a step forward, his figure sweeping by like a giant bird, and said, "Friend! Die in peace!"
The knife gleamed with a slight cold glow 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 under the bright knife light, there was also a knife shadow as black as ink. In this darkness, there was one knife and two shadows, one bright and one dark, which was strange and difficult to guard against.
So he drew his sword!
"The White Jade Palace in the sky, twelve floors and five floors!"
As the sword was swung out, the sword light was bright and elegant, not like that of the human world, but rather it came from the sky, passing through 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 also 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. Maybe if Shan Wei used a little more force, his stomach would be ripped open.
To be honest, he and Shanwei both have Qi Hai cultivation level, 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 have been poisoned by the 'Bone-Eroding and Heart-Breaking Powder' but you can still hold on until now, and you can even swing a sword and almost take my life! It is really beyond my expectation!" Ye Qiandeng looked at Shanwei with admiration.
"The Twelve-Storied Tower is an external property. Hand it over to me and I will give you the antidote. We can still be friends!" Ye Qiandeng said seriously.
"My 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 corners 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.
"Ah! I have no choice!" Ye Qiandeng sighed and said, "You forced me to do this!"
He swung out his long knife, and another bright knife 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 was hiding in the ruined temple. When he saw Shanwei's sword strike, he thought he was done. He had never seen such a cool swordsmanship even in Sancai Manor 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 either!
He could see clearly that these two people called each other good friends, but they wanted to kill each other in their hearts! Especially Ye Qiandeng, who kept saying that he had no choice but to hand over the secret book and still be friends. In fact, he had completely moved his murderous intentions. After killing Shan Wei, 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 three-fold 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 and raised his right hand. 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 "Guanchong" on his ring finger.
"Whoosh~" A strange sound, like a bird chirping, or the sound of an object cutting through space at high speed. Just as Ye Qiandeng was about to chop down Shanwei, it flew over from the side of Shanwei.
"What is that?" 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 big hole in his chest, and hurriedly pressed acupuncture points, circulating his true energy to block the blood. It was a pity that this sword energy did not hit the vital points. If it 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, with a slight mist, it 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 should have said it earlier if you had this trick!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but say when he saw Shanwei's sword. Then he saw the headless Ye Qiandeng falling down, and Shanwei also fell down.
This sword was really Shanxu'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 are 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 rare.
It's no wonder that he was in a good mood. It was because that man called Ye Qiandeng was too rich! Not only did he have twenty or thirty taels of gold and silver, but he also had beautiful jade and a long sword that he carried with him.
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!
Sure enough, in the underworld, you can't get rich by working. Killing and robbing are the only options to get rich quickly.
Shanxu still saw the ruined temple and the extinguished fire, and it was still daytime. It was easy to guess that he had only been unconscious for half a day, not the seven years that Shi Feizhe had said.
"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 the man, not me!" Shi Feizhe pointed at two small ceramic bottles and a copy of 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.
Shanyu opened the two bottles, sniffed them, and then swallowed one of them and said, "It's just the usual internal nourishing pills and wound medicine. My friend didn't bring any antidotes at all."
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 instead? Wouldn't that mean you have been poisoned in vain?
(End of this chapter)
