The Book of Troubled Times

In mid-air, two sword rays clashed in the blink of an eye, and within the electric sword rays, the flickering figures were almost invisible.

On one side, the sea roared furiously, and the waves crashed on the shore endlessly.

On one side, the purple air was dense and overlapping, and the wild waves seemed to have spread into thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and soon diluted to only a trickle.

Every time Wang Daoning competes with Cui Wenjing, he feels like he has nowhere to use his strength. The two sides are a bit weak, so he has always been inferior to Cui Wenjing in the ranking of the Book of Troubled Times.

It's not that softness can overcome strength... Cui Wenjing is not soft either.

He is vast, with purple energy filling the mountains and rivers, and myriad phenomena.

It has always been difficult for Wang Daoning to understand how a person who is devoted to his family can have such a great ambition, but these two contradictory points seem to be very harmonious when it comes to Cui Wenjing. He is such a contradictory person.

Because of this, the sword intention that clearly looks like the true master of Qinghe Sword is still not recognized by Qinghe Sword. In the eyes of the sword spirit, it seems specious.

But whether the sword spirit recognized it or not, it was meaningless. Half of the energy of the Qinghe Sword Real Hammer was taken away by Xia Longyuan, and the sword spirit's sleep was mostly due to force majeure. And his Zhenhai Sword has been completely restored with the energy supplement of the Hai Clan - maybe Cui Wenjing will feel that Zhenhai Sword may not still be Zhenhai Sword now, but Wang Daoning knows that it is still.

The vast purple energy gradually began to ripple, and it seemed that it was a little overwhelmed.

"With the vast rivers and mountains, the raging sea tides... Wen Jing, have you ever thought that the sea is actually wider than the land? It seems restrained, but when the strength is different, you will be completely overwhelmed and submerged."

The Zhenhai Sword seemed to advance slowly in front of Cui Wenjing at an extremely slow speed, so slowly that the carvings and inscriptions on the sword could be seen clearly.

But in Cui Wenjing's eyes, there was neither a sword nor Wang Daoning ahead.

It's like standing alone on a crumbling reef, facing a huge wave hundreds of feet high, which seems to be slowly pushing in from a distance, but there is no way to avoid it, and it is overwhelming and suffocating.

"Your practice has also improved. It's not all about Zhenhai Sword... No wonder you are so confident." Cui Wenjing's eyes were neither sad nor happy: "But Cui is not standing still."

A bit of purple light loomed in the rough waves. It looked very faint at first, but a faint light penetrated the stormy waves and actually penetrated. The huge stormy waves could not dissolve this weak fluorescence.

Wang Daoning's pupils shrank: "You have reached this level..."

"also".

The huge waves suddenly turned into a very thin line, like the distant horizon, the boundary between the sea and the sky.

"Ding!" The tips of the two swords touched each other, and both sides were shocked. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they flew back.

The two people at the bottom of the Heavenly Ranking had actually glimpsed the threshold of the Imperial Realm.

Even if the Zhenhai Sword is restored, Wang Daoning can borrow more power from the Divine Sword than Cui Wenjing's Qinghe Sword, and both sides will still suffer!

The rankings on the Tianbang are correct.

But Wang Daoning was flying back and suddenly grabbed the ball with his left hand.

Cui Wenjing was originally only slightly injured, and was secretly recovering from the disordered inner breath. Suddenly, his whole body tensed up, and the blood seemed to be drained out in the direction it had just spilled. He spat out another mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken. Blood was sprinkled on it. Long sky.

He couldn't even hold the long sword in his hand, and it fell unsteadily.

Cui Wenjing couldn't even pick up the sword. He tried his best to suppress the rush of blood that was constantly at work, and whispered: "Inducing the water movement in the body... This is not a skill of the Wang family, or even a skill of this world. It is indeed a sea clan... "

"I'm sorry, Wen Jing." Wang Daoning stopped falling, shot forward in the air, and stabbed down with his sword.

Cui Wenjing showed a smile.

The Wang family has a secret skill from the Sea Clan, how could he not guess it? I don’t know how many classical books I have read in these days, and how much secret preparation I have made. If you can't break it, you can't break it, but you won't be beaten so miserably like now, as if you were unprepared, and even lost your sword.

Just when Wang Daoning thought he could win, the Qinghe Sword, which seemed to be dangling and falling, suddenly flew upwards silently and went straight to Wang Daoning's back!

This was not done by Qinghe Sword Spirit...this was Cui Wenjing wielding the sword!

"Bang!" Wang Daoning penetrated with his sword, and Cui Wenjing closed his palms, letting the sword energy pass through his body, and tightly clamped the Zhenhai Sword.

Wang Daoning felt a warning sign in his heart. He knew that something was attacking behind him, but for a while he was reluctant to abandon the ancestral sword. After hesitating for a moment, he lost the opportunity to abandon the sword and dodge. He grabbed the sword and twisted his body awkwardly. The Qinghe sword passed through his right rib and returned to Cui Wenjing's hand.

Cui Wenjing took the sword, fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken, and laughed.

Everything was as expected. For someone from a family like myself, everything else was easy to say. Losing the ancestral sword was as uncomfortable as losing one's life. Wang Daoning was reluctant to abandon the sword immediately, just as he did not expect that he would throw away the ancestral sword on his own initiative.

In fact, he wasn't going anywhere. He had to get the sword back in the end, otherwise he wouldn't feel at ease even if he died.

Such results are well deserved.

He was no longer able to resist, and Wang Daoning probably still had the strength to strike one more blow at him. But he was also seriously injured and it was impossible for him to attack Puyang. He had to go back immediately to heal his wounds and cultivate... What happens next depends on his children...

Wang Daoning shook his head while clutching the injury under his ribs. He also admired his old friend's calculation and determination. He held his sword and flew down: "Wen Jing, I'm sorry."

At this moment, my heart suddenly jumped and I looked south in shock.

The evil energy surged wildly in the sky, and the sky was stained with blood. Just looking from a distance gave me a feeling of panic.

It was as if the power of a ferocious beast from the ancient world descended from the sky, and the dark red wave of blood arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Wang Daoning quickly slashed with his sword, but unfortunately he was also seriously injured at this moment. The blood wave broke through, and the evil energy could not be eliminated, and crashed on him. Even though he managed to mobilize the Gang Qi to protect his body in time, he was still so disturbed that his flesh and blood burst apart, making him miserable.

Now both King Cui and King Cui are almost injured...

This is definitely a blow close to the realm of imperialism. Which heavenly leader is here to pick peaches?

Wang Daoning tried his best to look around, and saw a big man running towards me with a broad knife in his hand: "You're just hurting my father-in-law, don't leave!"

...Zhao Changhe? How did he deliver that blow just now?

Wang Daoning could almost see Cui Wenjing, who was lying on the ground, grinning, her mouth almost reaching to her ears.

Oh shit.

The most annoying thing is that he really has to leave now, otherwise the book of troubled times might flash "Cui Wenjing, Zhao Changhe teamed up to kill Wang Daoning in Puyang"... No. Wang Daoning was about to turn around when he suddenly stopped.

Zhao Changhe should be allowed to die here, otherwise Zhaoling will not be his opponent in the future.

Thoughts flashed across his mind, Zhao Changhe had already rushed towards him, leaped forward, and slashed wildly with his broadsword: "Death!"

A shadow like transparent water lines suddenly appeared from behind Wang Daoning, and a palm silently struck Zhao Changhe's chest.

Cui Wenjing shouted: "Be careful!"

Suddenly, a dragon-shaped fist shadow descended from the sky and struck the water-marked shadow fiercely.

Wang Daoning was shocked: "Xia Longyuan!"

Zhao Changhe didn't have time to worry about Wang Daoning, so he pounced with all his strength, hugged Cui Wenjing and flew out of the boxing range.

"Boom!" The earth-shattering explosion resounded through the space.

Zhao Changhe was not able to completely avoid the aftermath of the energy. He was knocked around several times before he stopped. He coughed and turned around to look. The plain on the river bank was shattered by the blow, revealing a hole dozens of feet deep. pit.

Wang Daoning has disappeared, and the water-marked shadow has also disappeared.

He looked down at his father-in-law in his arms. His face was as golden as paper and he was completely unconscious.

Zhao Changhe gasped for a while, then suddenly jumped up and pointed to the sky: "Old Xia, I am so stupid. You are clearly watching the battle here, and you just sit back and watch Old Cui die? When you see the Hai Clan appear, you just take action. , you don’t care if you are accidentally injured when you take action, do you think you are very powerful? Others are protecting your country, your country!"

The air was quiet, and no one responded for a while.

At the same time, three thousand Blood God cultists appeared on the periphery of the battlefield. After Wang Zhaoling considered it, he had no intention of fighting and led his troops to retreat.

Cui Yuanyong opened the city gate and led his light cavalry in pursuit. After a chaotic battle, both sides retreated.

The Wang family's rebellion failed in the first battle.