pain!
pain!
The pain came like a tide, and Xun felt numb all over.
There was even a hint of 'hallucination'.
'Xun' only now felt that someone had broken through his 'hurricane wall', but Goethe's arm was on his shoulder just a moment ago, so this 'feeling' was naturally wrong.
Yes, an illusion!
In pain, 'Xun' confirmed this.
Stop thinking about it for a moment.
Instead, he was thinking about how to get out of this situation.
Now... he had suffered a fatal blow and was no longer fit for fighting.
Must leave immediately!
Thinking of this, 'Xun' no longer hesitated.
Adjust your breathing method immediately.
boom!
The tornado that rose into the sky just exploded like that.
Hundreds and thousands of wind blades swept in all directions.
Each wind blade is powerful enough to cut through a chariot.
Each wind blade was fast and swift.
Moreover, when these hundreds and thousands of wind blades appeared at the same time, a special sense of resonance appeared on the wind blades, and each wind blade became stronger and faster than the previous one.
Goethe was drowned in this way.
'Xun' jumped into the air without even looking back.
The wind appeared around him again.
Not only can it allow him to levitate, but it can also allow him to fly.
but--
'Xun' just felt his back sink.
Goethe, who should have been drowned by the "wind", appeared on his back without knowing when.
'Xun' subconsciously began to struggle.
Goethe stepped lightly on his toes.
"Go down!"
Click!
A soft whisper, a crisp sound.
Goethe's foot crushed Xun's spine, and the entire spine shattered into pieces like a glass pillar falling to the ground.
“Ahhhh!”
Compared with the previous screams, there were screams that were almost the same.
'Xun' was like a kite falling from mid-air , spinning and crashing into the mud.
But, he didn’t die.
Because Goethe raised his hand to support him.
Holding the unconscious 'Xun', Goethe's eyes were filled with doubt.
According to the power just displayed by 'Xun', Goethe directly classified the opponent into the level of 'Title Legend', so he used [Slowness] in combination with [Creation of the World] at the first move, but when he used [Slowness] to pass through the hurricane, he suddenly found that the power of the hurricane was smaller than he imagined.
It's totally inconsistent with the power it looks like!
It simply cannot reach the level of 'Title Legend', and even if it is 'Legend' it cannot reach that level, because the difference is too great when compared in various comprehensive aspects.
Seriously speaking, it is the 'third order'.
But how could a 'Level 3' possibly create that kind of 'hurricane'?
Doubt made Goethe hold back a little.
He chose the more subtle method of kicking the opponent in the crotch to attack him.
Similarly, he also chose to spare the other person's life.
He wanted to know how the other party did it.
"grown ups!"
Wei Wuyou, who had not been attacked at all, was the first to run over.
At this time, Wei Wuyou became more respectful towards Goethe.
It really is 'destiny'!
Even 'Xun' of 'Tian Dao League' cannot pose any danger to Tian Ming.
The Four Wonders of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu also limped back. Compared with Wei Wuyou's respect, the looks these people gave Goethe were almost fanatical.
They knew before that Goethe was strong.
But the previous battle did not reveal Goethe's depth at all.
Now?
Of course you can't tell.
Everything happened so fast.
Like a rabbit jumping up and down like a falcon.
But there is one thing they do know.
They had no power to fight back against 'Xun' of 'Tian Dao League'.
When facing Goethe, 'Xun' of 'Tiandao League' was unable to fight back.
This is the most obvious gap.
At least two levels or more.
This level gap did not make them feel panic.
Because they are in the same camp as Goethe.
All they felt was safety.
"Keep an eye on him."
Goethe threw 'Xun' to everyone and looked at Mu Jianming.
He has a handsome appearance and it is hard to tell whether he is male or female.
This was Goethe's first impression.
Long legs.
This was Goethe's second impression.
I looked down and saw the soles of my feet clearly.
This is Goethe's third impression.
Suddenly, the attraction dropped by half.
"Mu Jianming of the 'Tianjian Sect' has met the successor of the 'Martial Saint'."
Mu Jianming bowed his head and clasped his fists in salute.
The young master of the Tianjian Sect still couldn't hide his shock on his face.
She had seen how powerful 'Xun' was.
The opponent almost single-handedly destroyed the entire "Tianjian Sect". Her father risked his life and fought three sword battles with the opponent, which allowed her to survive.
Everyone thought it was over.
However, the arrival of the Black Wind, Blood Evil and White Bone Halls taught them the impermanence of the world and the horror of reality.
she?
Just go with the flow.
In other words, he was forced to become Xun 's 'subordinate'.
Of course she was unwilling to accept this.
Looking for an opportunity to retaliate.
But 'Xun' knew it and gave her a chance.
She knew the other party was playing a trick on her, but did she have any choice?
No.
Fortunately!
She got a chance to win by chance.
Once is enough.
The stimulation brought by the reversal of the two poles made Mu Jianming's whole body a little weak. Without hesitation, she took out the "Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword" that she had hidden close to her body and handed it to Goethe with both hands.
Goethe frowned slightly.
It’s not that there’s something wrong with the ‘Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword’.
But...it tastes good.
Slightly sour taste.
It also has a bit of seafood flavor.
Mu Jianming's face turned red all of a sudden.
Although she tried hard to keep clean, she did not dare to take a bath under the surveillance of the elite from the Black Wind, Blood Evil and White Bone Halls.
So, there is naturally a bit of taste.
"How about I wash it and give it to you later?"
Mu Jianming asked.
"Need not."
Goethe shook his head and just motioned Mu Jianming to spread out the "Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword" in his hand. He looked at it carefully and touched a corner that was slightly clean, dry, and without any stains.
During this process, Mu Jianming's toes kept clicking in his boots.
I won’t talk about being shy.
Mostly embarrassing.
She wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere that made her want to retire from society and never care about worldly affairs again.
However, she usually only practices martial arts and sword skills, and is not good at speaking.
What's more, Goethe was very focused and serious.
A literary master named Lu once said that serious men are the most attractive, just as serious women are the most deceptive.
Mu Jianming stared at Goethe blankly.
In my mind, I recalled the scenes that had just happened after Goethe appeared.
The enemy who was so powerful that made her despair was easily destroyed by Goethe.
It was like a beam of light, shining straight into the darkness filled with her despair.
Lights up her world.
besides……
Goethe is in great shape!
Goethe, wearing flowery shorts and holding a water gun, showed off his perfect and sturdy body, strong pectoral muscles, and sturdy arms, which made Mu Jianming's face even redder.
However, there was no embarrassment this time.
Just pure shyness.
Goethe noticed it, but ignored it.
He was more concerned about the words in front of him——
[A special unknown secret technique has been discovered, and the judgment is in progress...]
[Judgment passed! ]
[Do you want to consume 20 points of bloody honor and integrate into the 'Sword Breathing Method'? ]
[Not enough bloody honor, unable to integrate! 】
…
The label of the secret technique has changed to 'Unknown'!
And it can be integrated into the [Sword Breathing Method]!
"The seeds planted by the Mad King have taken root, sprouted, and borne fruit."
Goethe thought silently in his heart.
He did not forget what the Mad King did when he came to this secret world. The Mad King Modus spread the seven secret arts he mastered, the eleven secret arts he had not mastered, and the twenty-three secret arts that he could not judge in the form of "secret weapons", gathering the wisdom of everyone to pave the way for himself.
The 'Mad King' was naturally successful.
Goethe could imagine what the "Mad King" would gain from the experiments of so many people.
And this harvest is not all!
Because, as time goes by, these 'secret arts' are still being perfected and practiced by the natives of the 'secret' world.
In fact, we have already found a way that is different but can also give back to others.
For example, the 'Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword' in front of you!
For example, the hurricane "Xun" just now!
He may not have smelled the 'floral fragrance', that was reserved for the 'Mad King'.
But he ate the 'fruit'!
Although it was just a small bite, it was not all.
But he could already imagine how delicious the 'fruit' would be after all of it was eaten.
Thinking of this, Goethe couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
Mu Jianming, who had been watching Goethe secretly, saw Goethe smile.
Is this a gain?
As expected of a descendant of the 'Martial Saint', he gained insights after just reading the 'Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword'. Unlike me, who took a month to get started under my father's one-on-one guidance...
"alright."
Goethe's words interrupted Mu Jianming's thoughts.
"Don't you need to watch it a few more times?"
Mu Jianming asked.
“No need.”
“I have understood it all.”
Goethe replied.
This is not an empty statement.
The fact that the 'Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword' can be integrated into the [Sword Breathing Method] naturally means that there are many similarities between the two, and the [Sword Breathing Method] is the secret technique that Goethe practiced most seriously.
It can even be said that he reached an extraordinary level through his own practice.
Plus the mutated [Silver Human] talent.
After Goethe read the "Secret Records of the Heavenly Sword" silently, there really were no more secrets left.
Goethe remembered it completely and understood it.
But for Mu Jianming, this is really incredible.
"Have you understood everything?"
The young master of the Tianjian Sect exclaimed.
Then, he couldn't help but nodded.
"That's right. You are the descendant of the Martial Saint, so this is as it should be."
“You might even be able to innovate.”
Goethe naturally could not be hidden from such whispering, but he ignored the woman in front of him, whose mind was obviously a little slow due to the ups and downs of emotions.
He looked at Wei Wuyou.
From the very beginning, Wei Wuyou showed an expression as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to start.
"Wei Wuyou, follow me."
Goethe said as he walked towards the ruins on one side.
Wei Wuyou's behavior clearly showed that he didn't want others to listen.
The Four Wonders of the South China Sea, the Six Ghosts of Mangshan, the Three Heroes of Jiangdong, Qian Ding and Sun Liu are not idiots either.
After seeing this situation, the strongest of the Four Great Masters of the South China Sea were left to guard the unconscious 'Xun', and the rest of the people were divided into the east, south, west and north to protect, surrounding the entire ruins and forbidding others to approach.
With such a big commotion, most people certainly wouldn't come.
Even hide as far away as possible.
But there is one force that is an exception.
Safety Committee!
Goethe certainly knew this, but he did not stop it.
With the appearance of 'Tian Dao Meng.Xun', his already suspicious heart became alert again, even though the secret realm before him did not show any power that could threaten him.
However, Goethe understood what it meant to lose a great position due to carelessness.
"Sir, do you know anything about the 'Heavenly Alliance'?"
After arriving at a secluded place, Wei Wuyou asked directly.
When he saw Goethe shaking his head, Wei Wuyou immediately started talking -
"Before the birth of the Martial Saint, there was martial arts in the Thirteen Continents. However, most of those martial arts were within the scope of ordinary people's understanding. They were nothing more than greater strength, higher jumps, and faster runs. But there were also some 'unique skills'. For example, the 'Heavenly Alliance' mastered a 'unique skill' called 'breathing method'."
"It is rumored that if you master that 'breathing method', you can fight ten or even a hundred people at once."
“But most of them are regarded as rumors.”
"It was not until the birth of the Martial Saint that this breathing method was confirmed to be true. As a supporter of that dynasty, the then 'Tian Dao League' was still called the 'Tian Dao Sect', as well as the current 'Ting Qi Pavilion' and the original 'Nian Gang Office' were all defeated one by one by the Martial Saint. Even the demise of that corrupt dynasty can be said to be a great contribution to the demise of the Martial Saint."
"However, the benevolence of the Martial Saint did not allow him to kill them all, so the remnants of the dynasty established the 'Emperor Lotus Sect' and hid in the dark with the renamed 'Tian Dao League' and 'Tingqi Pavilion', learning the 'secret martial arts' spread by the Martial Saint."
"And, seeking the restoration of the dynasty."
“In fact, in a sense, they have succeeded.”
Speaking of this, Wei Wuyou smiled bitterly.
"Thirty years ago, the organization 'Xia Ke' suffered a heavy blow. It seemed that conflicts and calculations from many parties were bound to break out, but it is almost the same as the current 'Four Gates and Four Halls'."
“Except for the different names of the organizations, their experiences are the same.”
"They are all being..."
“Cut the leeks!”
"The 'Tian Dao League', the 'Emperor Lotus Sect', and the 'Tingqi Pavilion' hid in the dark, distributing their minions while allowing the Thirteen Continents to develop. When an organization with a certain level of power emerges, they begin to reap the benefits - harvesting the lives of the emerging forces, as well as the resources of the emerging forces, in order to strengthen themselves."
"It's like this for 'The Knights' and 'The Four Gates and Four Halls', and it's also like this for many other organizations."
"Even some of the unsolved cases in the Thirteen Continents, such as the destruction of the Iron Clothes Sect, should have been their work."
Wei Wuyou said what he had not dared to say when faced with Xun's question before.
"Um."
Goethe nodded.
He understood what Wei Wuyou said almost instantly.
This is not difficult.
Similar things happened in his 'hometown'.
It’s just that the name has been changed.
In fact, to a certain extent, such things always change their names and happen in different ways, but their essence never changes.
What is the essence?
The essence is to cut the leeks of the "middle class".
The upper class is protected by a perfect system and cannot be torn away.
The lower class has long run out of "resources" and cannot be divided.
Then cut off the middle class!
They create various excuses, generate anxiety, and reap the rewards in various postures and angles.
For example: 'Love is forever, a heart lasts forever'.
For example: "There are differences in life, and one villa can show the difference."
For example: 'If you come, I will train your children. If you don't come, I will train competitors for your children.'
All these ways are caused by anxiety, which forces the so-called middle class to invest huge amounts of money in education, and then spend huge amounts of money to buy luxury goods with extremely low cost-effectiveness in order to distinguish themselves from the lower class.
But the truly rich don’t need that. They don’t need to compete, and they don’t need to show off their differences.
Because they were born in Rome.
Can the middle class who do all these be promoted to the upper class?
Stop joking.
People at the top control "scarce resources". In order to make "resources more scarce", they will only tighten the upward channels, or even cut off everything so that they can enjoy them alone.
Anyone else?
Don't even think about it.
In order to divert such conflicts, they once again chose the useful term "middle class" to divert the hatred of the lower class.
It's internal fighting.
A very useful 'middle class'.
The wealth of the 'middle class' provides a better life for the upper class, and the 'middle class' itself provides a better outlet for the lower class.
It is truly omnipotent.
And when the 'middle class' slides to the bottom?
That couldn't be better.
The positions that have been slipped away are vacated, the lower classes have hope and motivation, the whole society and country will be full of vitality and will prosper.
Then?
Over and over again.
Will there ever be a time for change?
meeting!
When the world changes drastically.
When the street lights come on.
When the revolution...
Goethe stood there, shaking the water gun, and the water in the sink made a splashing sound.
It was like a wave.
One after another.
It sounds like a shout.
Bloom with life.
Goethe stood there, as if asking, or muttering to himself:
"I want to eat braised pork."