In the early morning, a carriage galloped on the wide official road, raising dust along the way.
"Brother Wuxie, Yueyao is a little sleepy and wants to take a nap."
"Go to sleep."
Jun Wuxie covered Xiao Yueyao with a quilt, pinched the corners of the quilt, and then kissed her on the forehead.
The carriage was very spacious. Qin Keqing also covered it with animal skins and prepared a quilt, which was soft and warm.
The horse is galloping and the speed is very fast, but the car is not bumpy.
This is a one-star mid-level spirit-level carriage, and the carriage is pulled by a second-level thousand-spirit horse. It has long blood and long-lasting physical strength, and can travel thousands of miles a day.
"Qin Keqing must have been careful, otherwise Yueyao and I would have been troubled by the many mountains and rivers along the way."
Jun Wuxie felt grateful that Qin Keqing was very attentive and thoughtful in his work.
This kind of spirit-level carriage has the effect of reducing vibration and bumps, making it very smooth along the way.
"I hope that I can successfully join the Dahe Sword Sect during this trip and ask the sect's doctors to treat Yueyao."
He looked at the sleeping Xiao Yueyao with distress. Her face was paler than yesterday, and her physical condition was getting worse.
"When I arrive at the Dahe Sword Sect, I don't know if Elder Naqi will target me. Although he is only a registered elder, he has been in the Dahe Sword Sect for many years, but I am a newbie here, so I have to be careful."
Jun Wuxie thought secretly, and the worried Chekhov interfered, thus creating a variable.
Before joining the Dahe Sword Sect, you must continue to improve your strength. Only by becoming stronger can you have the confidence to deal with it.
He entered the Temple of Eternal Life, took the Little Spirit Pill, and performed the Yuanshi Golden Body Technique.
When the spiritual energy is transformed into the life blood essence to temper the physical body, he resolutely steps into the military tomb, accepts the training and tempering of the military spirit, tempers the physical body in the torture that is worse than life and death, and feels the sharpness and weight of the military spirit.
Then he fights with the mysterious woman's shadow to hone his fighting skills, digest his military intentions during the battle, and gain his own insights bit by bit.
"Senior, what do you think of Ji Yinlan and how strong she is?"
During the battle with the black shadow, Jun Wuxie asked.
"She? I can only say that she is doing okay at the moment."
"Ji Yinlan is a legend in the Great Zhou Dynasty. In the eyes of seniors, someone like that is just okay?"
"Great Zhou? This Great Zhou is just a speck of dust in the vast territory of the world. In the future, if you go out and see more, you will know how big the world is."
Jun Wuxie:......
"She has a very high level of understanding. The reason why she has such low achievements in the art of gun is because she has no sense of guns. And you are still far from being a master in the art of weaponry. You still need to work hard."
"Senior, is there a realm beyond the master of spear art?"
"The so-called gun master, sword master, etc. are not realms, but a realm of artistic conception." The mysterious woman's voice came slowly from the ancient tower: "Beyond the master realm, there are realms such as king, emperor, and saint."
"Sage of War? This kind of existence should be very strong, right?"
"The sage of war, wherever the soldiers advance, the mountains and rivers will collapse, the wastelands will be overturned, and they will be invincible."
"So strong..."
Jun Wuxie's eyes lit up with yearning in his heart.
The mysterious woman poured a basin of cold water down and said, "It's such a lofty goal. Now you should think about how to enter the field of military sect."
"You need to remember that your understanding of military will is still shallow at present, and you should not tie yourself to any kind of weapon. In the future, you should use weapons less, at least until you become a master of military art, try not to resort to weapons.
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"You must always remember that you yourself are a weapon, and it can be any kind of weapon, it can be a gun, it can be a sword, a bell, a tripod, a tower, etc."
"In your subconscious, your military intention should not be in a fixed form. It only becomes tangible according to your thoughts at the moment it is used. If you use the sword for a long time, it will inevitably turn your military intention into a sword body.
If things go on like this, it will become a shackle for you to understand the military spirit."
"Understood."
Jun Wuxie nodded, thinking carefully about the mysterious woman's words.
Indeed, after he used the spiritual sword several times, every time he tried to understand the military intention, the military intention in his heart often tended to transform into the sword body.
At dusk, he left the Temple of Eternal Life.
Xiao Yueyao was still sleeping soundly, her face was pale and her lips were slightly chapped.
Jun Wuxie took some water and was about to moisten her lips when she heard the sound of rapid horse hooves.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp sound broke through the air, coming from far to near.
The car curtain was lifted by the air wave.
A cold light suddenly appeared.
An arrow shot to the center of the eyebrow!
Jun Wuxie's pupils narrowed slightly and he turned his head to avoid it.
Boom!
The arrow hit the side of the chariot, and the powerful impact caused the entire chariot to tilt backwards. The second-order Thousand Spirit Horse pulling the chariot was so impacted by the force that its front hooves flew into the air, and together with the chariot, it almost flipped backwards.
"court death!"
He rushed out of the carriage, his eyes as cold as a knife.
There were five masked men galloping in front of them, riding on thousands of spirit horses. One of them held a large bow in his hand and drew it into a full circle, with arrows buzzing and trembling on the string.
The arrow was flowing with true energy, and the metal arrow flashed a cold light in the setting sun.
He stopped the car, closed the car door, and looked coldly in his eyes.
Among these people, there are actually strong men in the Qi Condensation Realm, and those with the lowest realm are at the peak of the Ten Transformations of the Xiantian Realm!
"Hand over the Great River Sea Selection Order and the Qi Condensing Pill, and keep your body intact."
Among the five people, the masked man in the middle with a bow and an arrow spoke calmly, and the arrow was firmly locked on the target.
Jun Wuxie didn't respond, got off the carriage, stared coldly at the man holding a bow and arrow, and walked over.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" The masked man holding the bow sneered: "In front of a high-grade one-star spiritual bow, even those who practice body and sword will die!"
After he finished speaking, he winked at the other four people.
Immediately, four masked men armed with spears came charging forward on horseback, their iron hooves flying and dust filling the sky.
Jun Wuxie didn't even look at the four people, his eyes were always fixed on the bow holder!
This is a strong man in the middle stage of Qi Condensation Realm!
roar!
When there were still more than ten meters away, Jun Wuxie took action.
Use both left and right fists to attack at the same time.
In an instant, the roar of dragons and tigers shook the surrounding area.
The pale golden dragon roared and rushed towards the target, bursting the spear, and the man and the horse flew out.
At the same time, the tiger pounced, instantly tearing apart the second target and causing blood to spurt out.
In a flash of lightning, two people were killed.
With almost no pause, he rose up. As he moved left and right, two heads flew high into the sky, killing two people again. The headless corpse on the horseback was covered with blood like a fountain in his neck.
At the same time, Senhan's murderous intention struck.
The arrow left the string and turned into a ray of cold light, arriving in an instant and going straight to the throat.
Jun Wuxie reached out with his hand, golden light flowing between his palms, and grabbed the arrow that was shot. He was hit by the powerful force and took three steps back.
The arrow buzzed and trembled in his hand. The arrow was only three inches away from his throat, but it was difficult to get further.
"You...how is that possible!"
The masked man's eyes were horrified, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world, and then he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, ready to shoot again.
However, before the bow and arrow could be fully drawn, Jun Wuxie's fist struck him.
Too fast!
It was so fast that the masked man had no time to react and flew straight out, his chest collapsed and he vomited blood.
"You want to kill me with just a one-star high-grade spiritual bow?"
Jun Wuxie stepped forward, stepped on his neck, and pulled off his mask, revealing an unfamiliar middle-aged face.