Perfect Super Natural Power

The village had not been opened for a long time, and the hundreds of people in the village had made it so that the entire village had no food to pay for them. Thus, the deputy chief led the people down the mountain to do things, and of course, the chief also went, but he only followed behind them on a palanquin.    

Everyone arrived at a simple and honest village. After they gathered all of the villagers at the village entrance, hundreds of people rushed into the rooms like wolves and tigers, searching for valuable items.    

There were very few valuable things in the village. Everyone had some things in their hands as they hurried the animals to prepare to leave. However, the chief who had come out for the first time lazily gave out an order, "The man kills the woman."    

Lei knew that the power of this world decided everything. He had originally planned to leave, but when he saw those innocent rural women crying under the bodies of the bandits, Xiao Cui Hua's faint smile appeared in front of him. After wiping away the tears that leaked out of the corner of his eyes, he reached out and pulled out the sword hidden in his back.    

The bandits at the village entrance all felt a chill and stopped what they were doing. They raised their heads to look at the place where Lightning was standing. A streak of sword radiance flashed across the sky like a bolt of lightning, and before the bandits could even react, they were all lying on the ground.    

All the villagers were stunned. The whole place was so quiet that even a needle could be heard. Just as Lei was about to put his sword back into its scabbard, a clear sound of clapping could be heard. The chief, who was sitting in the palanquin, walked out. He had a big smile on his face and admired Lei very much.    

The sword stopped and slowly pointed at the chief. Thunder stared at the chief expressionlessly and said coldly, "I forgot you!"    

The chief smiled calmly: "I escaped to Ming Kingdom and have never made a real move before. The only time I actually made a move was against the teenager who had picked on our mountain stronghold, and he only allowed me to exert 50% of my strength. Who would have thought that you would be able to learn my entire sword style from that 50%.    

The four sedan bearers raised their heads to look at the flying palanquin, not understanding why the palanquin was floating in the sky. While they were still in shock, the palanquin was torn apart and fell to the ground in pieces. The villagers only saw the rainbow being held by the person who had saved them. After looking carefully, they realized it was a sword. An extremely gorgeous sword.    

The chief held the sword horizontally in front of his eyes and slashed both his forefinger and middle finger across the sword blade. He said boldly: "This sword's name is Fleeting Time, and it will accompany me for my entire life. The sword technique you have secretly learned is the Fleeting Sword Art that I created for this sword.    

Lei Jing looked at the chief quietly. He felt that the chief and the sword had become one. With a move of his mind, he shot out like an arrow. The chief stretched out his hand and the Breathtaking Verisimilitude Sword Technique was executed at a steady pace, making it hard for him to breathe.    

Thunder, who could not endure the imposing aura of the chief gradually increasing, took the initiative to attack. In this battle, the sword aura was being held by the chief, and Fang Xing was far from being able to match him. Fortunately, the village chief was using him as a fodder, while he was under control, he was still distracted and secretly learning the Fleeting Sword Art.    

Clouds were drifting slowly in the blue sky. Strong gusts of wind blew over, mixing with the dust and fallen leaves, causing the villagers to be unable to open their eyes. However, with a clang, Thunder and the chief separated. It turned out that Thunder had understood Fleeting Sword's sword intent and had instantly grasped the Fleeting Sword Art. He had broken free from the chief's sword circle.    

"Alright!" At this moment, the chief had withdrawn his relaxed attitude and his expression became heavy.    

The Thunderclap Sword became slower, and only when the chief's sword was close to his body did he use it to restrain the chief's sword moves. The Thunderclap Sword did not reach the peak of martial arts, but whenever the chief used a sword move, he would instantly think of a move and a move to use, a move that could be executed by the chief using the other techniques of the Fleeting Sword Art.    

The more the chief fought, the more alarmed he became. When he used the sword technique, he was completely shocked. Just as he was deep in thought, Thunder jumped into the sword net and received the sword attack head on. At the same time, Thunder's sword also pierced towards the chief's heart. The chief's left hand, which was extended towards Thunderclap Sword, went blank in the air and was pulled back. He bit his lips hard as he endured the pain and lightly patted his left shoulder. Thunderclap flew out from the sword and fell to the ground.    

The chief let out a long sigh. In just a short period of time, he seemed to have aged by several tens of years. Looking at the clap of thunder on the ground, he said desolately, "I lost, I lost to my own sword, not to you. I was afraid of offending people, so I lost my sword heart because of my sword style. You have my characteristics from back then, so you are not afraid of anything. This should be the fearlessness of the legendary way of the sword, only fearlessness, the sharpness of the sword peak, the lack of fearlessness, like a wolf without fangs. Look clearly, this is the last glimpse of the Fleeting Sword Art.    

The chief's sword moved. His sword moved in a graceful manner and formed a hundred sword slashes, turning into a rolling circle. A blinding white light shot towards an ancient tree at the entrance of the village. A sword mark that was about ten feet long caused the ground to crack, and the ancient tree was split into two halves.    

Thunder closed his eyes and thought about the time it took to make a cup of tea. He said affirmatively, "I will."    

After the chief shouted three times, he turned the sword's hilt and slapped it towards Thunder, shouting: "I am no longer compatible with this sword, do not disobey this sword." Just as Lei accepted the Fleeting Sword and was about to refuse, the chief slapped his palm on the top of his head and killed himself.    

With a leap, the sword was like thunder, and the man was like the wind. As the lightning passed, a crater immediately appeared beside the ancient tree.    

What Thunder had done just now was just a quick glance. However, compared to what the chief had done, the power was vastly different. Thunder slowly walked in front of the chief and knelt down. He said with determination, "The sword is with the person, and the sword is with the person. Thank you, Master!"    

The villagers were all confused by what had just happened, but it was Thunder who had saved them. They saw that Lei Lei had buried the chief in the hole under the ancient tree, used his sword to cut a piece of the tree, raised their swords to carve the words "shock, surprise" into the air, then used all their might to put the piece of wood in front of the hole. They all fell down, flocked to Lei's side, and carried him into the house.    

As Lu Yonghao watched, he couldn't help but laugh, because this story had the air of a martial artist, but he knew that the background of this story should be something similar to their Eastern Xuan Fantasy World. After all, there were mercenaries mentioned earlier, not to mention, this should be Lih Xiaotian's continent.    

Of course, he couldn't be completely sure, so he once again looked at this cause and effect.    

Outside the pavilion, a figure slowly approached along an ancient path.    

The two who were drinking in the pavilion stopped and raised their eyes to look at the person who was walking over.    

"Afraid of death?" An ice-cold voice could be heard slowly, it caused Li Wuming to feel extremely uncomfortable.    

Top Scorer Li Wuming, who was about to speak, quickly replied, "If he's afraid of death, then he won't come. He's a close friend of mine and coincidentally came to see me. He's just watching, not interfering!"    

"Hmph, is that so?" A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the famous Ming Kingdom swordsman, Top Scorer Top Scorer, fell to the ground dead. He had only been struck in the neck.    

"You!" Li Wuming stood up, and a powerful aura enveloped the incoming person.    

"He is not worthy for me to learn his sword technique, so there is no need to fight with him!" A strange smile appeared on the person's face as he continued, "You're pretty strong, not bad at all. Do it!"    

Li Wuming looked at the young man in front of him and said coldly: "Hmph, how could you take Li Wuming's life so easily?"    

Ming Kingdom does not know that Li Wuming's men can understand, but those who do not know about the Flying Dragon Society can only be said to be idiots or not from the Jianghu. Li Wuming did not say this to use the Flying Dragon to oppress Li Wuming, but to use this as an opportunity to break Li Wuming's mind. Since this is the case, I shall grant you your wish. "    

The sword was tightly entwined. Not only did it pierce through Li Wuming's Qi net, it also made Li Wuming have the thought of being bitten by a snake and not letting go.    

In the end, Li Wuming was Li Wuming. Without a shred of fear, his sword struck out.    

After a few hundred moves, Li Wuming was lying on the ground. He had only taken one sword on his body, or more accurately, he had been stabbed in the neck.    

"Ai!" After a soft sigh, the person disappeared into the sandstorm.    

One day later, the news of Li Wuming being killed had spread throughout the martial arts world. The whole Flying Dragon Society had started to investigate the culprit.    

Lu Yonghao looked at this short paragraph. Although he felt a little confused, he understood that this young man was very likely to be shocked, or else he would have added this paragraph for no reason.    

Sure enough, when Lu Yonghao looked down, there was a mention of thunder.    

Thunder had given up the challenge method, because he now felt that the person he had asked for was a complete waste of his energy. He drove through the busy streets and had just finished three bowls of steaming noodles, so he walked slowly.    

A hand that was as dry as dried wood grabbed onto Lei's hand, an old voice came over: "Young man, let's count!"    

Lei turned around and saw that it was an old man standing by the roadside stall. He took out a silver coin and placed it in a bowl on the table before quietly sitting down on a chair.    

"Say one word!"    

"Sword."    

"This word doesn't count. Although the sword is gentle, it's a pity that the killing intent is too strong. It's not good to look at, let's change it to a peaceful word."    

"Cui."    

"Yes, the green color is dense. The first feather means flying, but it is a pity that the wings have not expanded yet, how can it fly!" "The next soldier is a small soldier, but this small soldier means that he is only an ordinary person. A completely ordinary person, he is destined to not be ordinary."    

He continued, "Look at the marriage string in your hand, adding the word Cui, you can see that your other half must be related to Cui Cui, it is just a void line in the line, because there should be two women there, Yu Yun of the former and Yu Di of the latter."    

"Count my future in!" Thunder said.    

"Although the little pawn is insignificant, but with the plentiful wings, like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, it's just that your lifeline is extremely complicated, it can be seen that you will live with danger for your entire life, yet afterwards the group will only have two miscellaneous threads, moreover when the two threads coincide with each other, your fate is predestined …"    

With a rumble, a bolt of muffled thunder streaked across the clear sky. The old man who was looking up at the sky trembled and then said to Thunder, "The back line is thick and smooth. Mm, it should be able to live for a hundred years."    

Thunder did not hesitate. He pulled back his hand, stood up, and continued on his way.