Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 5: The Principles of the Cultivation World and the Mortal World
The round-faced cultivator looked at Lin Ruolan for a while, then said to the black-faced cultivator, "This is also good. I'll give it to you."
"I want that." He suddenly turned around and pointed at Chen Feifei.
Wang Chen felt the little hand in his hand suddenly tighten. He subconsciously held it tightly.
This action caught the eyes of the round-faced cultivator, who frowned and shouted, "White-haired monster, what are you doing standing there, a useless person who has just entered the Qi Condensation stage? Get out!"
Wang Chen's pupils shrank suddenly.
"Wang Chen, hurry up. You are no match for these beasts now. The handsome guy just now has set an example for you. Don't be impulsive." Xiaoyao had a bad premonition in her heart, and she hurriedly advised.
Because according to her understanding of Wang Chen, this guy was somewhat bored and impulsive, and he would not care about anything when he was so hot-blooded.
"Why don't you leave? Look at your half-human, half-ghost appearance. If I wasn't afraid of blood spurting out and ruining my mood, I would chop you down with my sword!"
The round-faced cultivator was very angry.
"Are mortals just tools for you to abuse your power and do whatever you want?" Wang Chen let go of Chen Feifei's hand and walked forward in her surprised gaze.
"Were you born as cultivators?"
"Nonsense!" The round-faced cultivator shouted, his voice as loud as a bell. He understood what Wang Chen wanted to say.
"You're trying to reason with me?"
"What the hell is going on!"
"In this world, fists are the way!"
He pointed casually, and the light red flying sword fluttered, dropped from the sky , and chopped down fiercely.
He wanted to kill this skinny, weird-looking guy with one sword, so even if he lost interest, he couldn't care less.
boom!
The sword chopped down, but hit nothing.
The sharp flying sword split the hard square, and gravel flew everywhere.
However, a skinny figure appeared among the rubble, and the stones hit his body, causing a dull pain.
He stretched out his hand and actually grasped the flying sword with one hand.
A huge repulsive force came, and the hilt of the sword instantly overflowed with sword energy, turning into a sharp blade, cutting his palm with several wounds deep enough to see the bone.
Wang Chen seemed to feel no pain. He held the sword tightly, staring at the round-faced cultivator.
The round-faced cultivator also looked at him coldly, as if he wanted to see through him.
In the sight, the blood in the skinny guy's hand was dripping all the way like water.
However, gradually, the flying sword that originally belonged to him no longer resisted, and the connection between it and his mind gradually weakened.
"How is this possible?"
The round-faced cultivator's expression gradually changed.
Although this flying sword is not his natal magic weapon, it has been tempered for many years. How could it succumb to it just by being grasped by someone?
This situation would only occur to cultivators whose cultivation was far superior to his. However, if the white-haired monster in front of him was an expert who had hidden his cultivation, then how could his palm be cut by the sword energy?
"Playing tricks."
"die!"
The round-faced cultivator's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.
With one hand, he made a sword finger, changing the spell, and drew five sword energies from the void, dazzling and dazzling, and descended like a prison.
If a person is stabbed by this prison, it will be like a sharp knife meeting fresh meat, and the person will be broken into five pieces.
boom!
In a flash, others couldn't see what exactly happened.
Only the round-faced cultivator understood that his sword move had once again fallen into the air.
There seemed to be a sound of wind in the air, and a familiar flying sword shining with a light red light drew a mysterious semicircle in the air and swung over.
As a cultivator who had reached the half-step of foundation building, he saw this strange sword technique clearly.
Even with a cultivator's five senses and six perceptions far superior to those of ordinary people, in his eyes, the sword seemed extremely slow.
Yet he had an inescapable illusion of being small.
What kind of sword technique is this?
The strange semicircle brought by the sword light flashed with a cold light without stopping.
The round-faced cultivator felt a chill on his neck.
He couldn't help but cover his neck. His fingers were slippery, but he couldn't hold the blood back. It flowed slowly through his fingers, more and more, faster and faster.
"You..." He wanted to turn around and look at Wang Chen who passed by him.
But as he turned, his head slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.
The headless corpse fell down, and the head rolled on the ground a few times, but as if by coincidence, it saw Wang Chen walking towards the other two cultivators.
“Senior Brother!”
The two cultivators were horrified when they saw the headless body of the round-faced cultivator and quickly retreated. In their frightened eyes, they saw Wang Chen's cold face. From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all.
"Who is this expert who disguises himself like this?"
The two men leaped into the air, their hearts and minds trembling with fear, not even caring about the body of their senior brother, and jumped onto the flying swords and sped away.
An immortal was killed in public.
The head and body were separated.
The entire square was as silent as death.
"Didn't those two priests just say that Doctor Wang was a waste? How come in the blink of an eye, that terrifying immortal was killed by a single sword?"
Wang Chen lowered his head and looked at his hand. The wound had already scabbed over, leaving behind horrible bloodstains.
Pain? I'm used to it.
Even this cultivator who was half a step away from establishing his foundation had just experienced the road of life and death.
Fortunately, the other party used a sword.
Fortunately, the other party gave him a chance to get close.
However, the sword techniques of the Six Paths Sword cannot be compared with the sword techniques of the so-called Red Sword Sect.
Just like a world football superstar, even if he becomes an elementary school student one day, he can still use his superb skills to deceive a high school or even college football fan.
But this kind of thing is too dangerous after all.
Just now he almost failed to dodge the second sword energy and was pierced through the body.
"The Immortal is dead!"
At this time, a loud noise broke out among the crowd.
"How did he kill the immortal?"
But the content of this noise is very strange.
Gradually, the sound became louder and louder.
"Who told you to kill the immortal?" A burly man shouted loudly, which instantly resonated with everyone.
"Killing the immortal would be a disaster!"
"The Immortal Sect will not let us go."
"The Liang Kingdom is about to perish!"
Panic was spreading and someone started crying, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
Even mortals understand the difference between a sect and independent cultivators. The person who died was from a sect.
In an instant, the square went from being dead silent to being filled with grief.
Wang Chen watched coldly.
Who asked you to meddle in other people's business? Someone in the crowd shouted, pointing the finger at Wang Chen.
"They came this time just to get a few aluminum men."
"Yes!" the crowd echoed.
"If you kill him, there will be stronger ones coming."
"By then, our Liang State will be destroyed."
"It's all his fault!"
"Let's tie him up and wait for the people from the sect to come. Then we'll kowtow and apologize together!"
"Kill him!"
This group of people suddenly had red eyes and became very emotional.
In their eyes, there was no longer any trace of King Liang, no trace of Wang Chen standing on the stage, and no trace of the flying sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood.
"Shut up, you cowards!" Lin Ruolan shouted loudly, her voice shrill.
However, this made the surroundings suddenly quiet down.
"In front of the powerful immortal, you can't resist. I don't blame you. You are afraid. I don't blame you."
"You pushed the person out to be humiliated by the immortal. That was not your intention, and I don't blame you."
"But you actually blamed the person who rescued us. Are you still human?"
Before they knew it, Chen Feifei also came over. Zuo Xiaoqing and Meng Jingjing also squeezed in from the crowd and stood with Wang Chen.
Chen Feifei said loudly:
"Today the immortal wanted to kill someone, but you didn't stand up because you are not a killer and it has nothing to do with you."
"Tomorrow the immortal wanted to kill babies to practice his skills, but you didn't stand up because your child has grown up. It's not your child who died."
"Finally one day, it's your turn, it's your family's turn, but no one stands up for you anymore."
“So, you cowards who pushed the aluminum man out in exchange for survival will never understand that people can die, but they cannot live on their knees!”
Wang Chen was a little surprised that Chen Feifei, a mortal who had not even practiced Taoism, had such sharp views.
"What do you know? This is the rule of this world!"
After a brief silence, someone shouted loudly, which attracted a lot of response, mostly from men.
"Quiet!" King Liang's voice came. He seemed to have practiced some earthly martial arts, and his voice was loud and clear.
"If the immortal wants to take revenge on this matter today, I will take full responsibility."
After all, he was the king of Liang State. As soon as he opened his mouth, the people below finally quieted down.
King Liang turned around and walked towards the palace in the distance. His cheeks were still swollen and his back looked a little desolate.
Several attendants quickly followed.
This year's New Year in Liang State is destined to be an extraordinary one.
