Chapter 26: Twelve-Storied Tower

"Haven't you already got the Twelve-Storied Tower?" Shanyu said.

"Friend, I found a few people to practice with! No one has mastered it!" Ye Qiandeng said with a frown.

Even if he thought it was a secret book passed down by a friend, he would find someone to practice it first.

In the martial arts world, you must be on guard against others!

"The Twelve-Storied Tower requires extremely high comprehension and talent, not everyone can practice it!" Shanyu said.

"Hmph! What comprehension and fate, how can there be a sword technique that cannot be practiced! You must not want to teach it, so you find an excuse for not having enough comprehension!" Ye Qiandeng didn't believe it.

He took a step forward, his figure flew by like a big bird, and said, "Friend! Die in peace!"

The knife light was slightly cold under the moonlight, like a bright lonely moon, carrying the cold moonlight, slashing towards Shanyu.

Shanyu knew that the Ye family's knife technique "Night Knife" was the most powerful at night.

Looking at the bright knife light, there is also a dark knife shadow. In this darkness, one knife and two shadows, one bright and one dark, weird and hard to defend.

So he drew his sword!

"The White Jade Capital in the sky, twelve floors and five buildings!"

The sword was swung out, the sword light was bright, elegant and unparalleled, not like the human world, but between the sky, through the heavy clouds and fog!

The sword of the exiled immortal!

With two "dangdang" sounds, Shanwei's sword light blocked Ye Qiandeng's two knives of light and shadow, but it was powerless to cut Ye Qiandeng.

Because he was too weak.

"Good! Good swordsmanship!" Ye Qiandeng watched the sword light cut his clothes on his chest. Maybe if Shanwei used a little more force, he would be disemboweled.

To be ashamed, he and Shanwei are both Qi Hai cultivation, and he was always beaten by Shanwei.

The swordsmanship of "Twelve Floors" is really too strong!

He really wants it, even if it means betraying his friends!

"Friend! You can hold on until now despite being poisoned by the 'Bone-Eroding Heart-Breaking Powder', and you can even swing a sword, almost killing me! It's beyond my expectation!" Ye Qiandeng looked at Shanwei with admiration.

"The Twelve-Storied Tower is an external thing. Hand it over and I'll give you the antidote. We can still be friends!" Ye Qiandeng said seriously.

"Friend, you saved my life in the past! I have already passed on a mere copy of the Twelve-Storied Tower to you!" Shanwei said, looking pale, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, and holding on to the door of the mountain temple to stand firmly.

He really had run out of oil.

This time no one came to save him.

"Alas! I'm helpless!" Ye Qiandeng sighed and said, "You forced me to do this!"

He swung out his long knife, and another bright knife light chopped towards Shanwei.

Shanwei looked at the knife light and couldn't even stand steadily, so he could only wait to die.

Shi Feizhe was hiding in the ruined temple. When he saw Shanwei's sword just now, he thought it was a good deal. Such a cool sword technique had never been seen in Sancai Village a few days ago.

As a result, in the blink of an eye, he could only scrape Ye Qiandeng!

You can't do this!

He saw clearly that the two of them called each other friends and wanted to kill each other in their hearts! Especially Ye Qiandeng said 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 Shanwei, he would kill him!

It is better to rely on oneself than on others. He had to save himself!

Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts unremittingly for half a month, and with the three-fold training speed, the "True Source Qi" of "True Source Sword Finger Art" formed a small ball in his dantian.

He had a chance to make a move!

So he rolled over and came to the inside of the temple gate while Ye Qiandeng was talking, which was Ye Qiandeng's blind spot.

When he saw Ye Qiandeng flying over and slashing at Shanwei, he knew that this was the only chance!

He aimed at Ye Qiandeng, raised his right hand, and the true energy in his body followed the trajectory of several days ago, starting from Dantian, going up to "Chengjiang" and then turning into the "Jianliao" of the right arm and sinking all the way to the "Guanchong" of the ring finger.

"Swoosh~" A strange sound, like a bird singing, and like the sound of an object cutting through space at high speed. When Ye Qiandeng was about to chop Shanwei, it flew from the side of Shanwei.

"What is that!" He was surprised in his heart, the bright knife did not change direction, and the shadow knife chopped at the mass of things instead.

Unfortunately, he was slow.

The true source sword energy pierced his chest at a very fast speed, and a hole as thick as a finger was broken in his chest!

The sword energy was fast and urgent, like a flying swallow flying through the clouds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, so it was named "Flying Swallow Piercing the Clouds"!

"You...how..." Ye Qiandeng covered the big hole in his chest, hurriedly pressed the acupoints, and circulated the true energy to block the qi and blood. It was a pity that this sword energy did not hit the vital part. If it hit the throat or heart, Ye Qiandeng would have died on the spot!

At this moment, Shanwei struck out with another sword.

The sword light was misty and dreamy. In the moonlight of the night, it gently crossed Ye Qiandeng's throat with a slight mist.

After the sword light, a red line appeared on Ye Qiandeng's throat, and then his head flew up, blood spurted out, staining Shanwei's body.

"You have this trick, you should have said it earlier!" Shi Feizhe couldn't help but say when he saw Shanwei's sword, and then he saw the headless Ye Qiandeng fall down, and Shanwei also fell down.

This sword was really Shanxu's last sword. He was waiting for Ye Qiandeng to chop him down, and he and Ye Qiandeng would die together. Unexpectedly, Shi Feizhe, who passed by, helped him and let him live.

Although he survived, he fainted after one sword.

"Hey, hey, hey... don't die!" These were the words he heard before he fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but when he woke up again, it was already daytime.

"You woke up, you have been in a coma for seven years, and your child is six years old!" Shi Feizhe saw Shanxu wake up and slowly sat up, and said jokingly.

It's no wonder that he was in a good mood, because the man called Ye Qiandeng was too rich! Not only twenty or thirty taels of gold and silver, but also beautiful jade and long swords he carried with him.

The long sword was about three feet long, shining with cold light, and it was extraordinary at first glance!

In Shi Feizhe's eyes, this sword might be worth hundreds of taels of silver!

Sure enough, in the rivers and lakes, you can't get rich by working. Killing and robbing are the only options for getting rich.

Shanxu looked at the dilapidated temple and the extinguished fire, and it was still daytime. How could he not guess that he was only unconscious for half a day, not seven years as Shi Feizhe said.

"Yanzhou Shanxu, thank you for saving my life!" Shanxu said to Shi Feizhe with a fist.

"I am Shi Feizhe! No need to be polite! You killed the person, not me!" Shi Feizhe pointed to the two small ceramic bottles and a copy of "Twelve-story Tower" in front of Shanxu and said, "This is the elixir found on that person. I don't recognize it either. See if it is the antidote for your poisoning."

Although he worked as a handyman in the clinic, he was just a hard laborer. He didn't even learn to identify herbs, let alone elixirs.

Shanyu opened the two bottles, sniffed them, swallowed one of them and said, "It's just the usual pills for nourishing the internal breath and the golden wound medicine. My friend didn't bring the antidote at all."

Come to think of it, who the hell would bring the antidote with them, especially the antidote for the poison they made.

If you bring the antidote with you when you go out, what if someone kills you? Wouldn't that mean you've poisoned me in vain?