The team hurried at night, the wheels creaked, the forbidden army was temporarily replaced by the deputy leader, and the five hundred forbidden army was now only four hundred people left, and the palace maids and eunuchs of the team who sent off their relatives lost most of them, and no one expected that so many things would happen in just one day.

The most difficult thing for everyone to accept is that they still don't know who is secretly attacking.

Even, why the Son of God of the Eternal Night God Cult appeared here is difficult to understand.

In the carriage, the sword was enshrined in closed eyes to heal wounds, and next to it, Ning Chen leaned on the carriage, quietly digesting the qiē that happened today.

Compared with the assassination during the day, the impact brought to him by the appearance of the Son of God tonight was the most shocking to him, allowing him to experience the horror of the martial arts powerhouse up close.

Manpower against the sky seems to be more than just a legend.

"How"

The sword worship opened his eyes and looked at Ning Chen, who had been silent, and said.

"Unbelievable," Ning Chen said honestly.

He underestimated martial arts in the past, whether he was lonely or unheard, or sitting in a well and watching the sky, he never thought that martial arts could bring him such a big impact.

Jun Shaoqing, the son of God, is worthy of the name of the son of God.

Sword Offering nodded, in his opinion, Ning Chen's appearance was good enough, when he first came into contact with the true martial arts, his expression was far less calm than the latter.

"He is the Son of God and deserves any praise"

The sword worship spoke, and immediately closed his eyes and continued to use his true qi to heal his wounds.

The path of martial arts needs to be walked by himself, he can mention something, but there is no need to say it too clearly.

Ning Chen savored the old man's words, the meaning of the sword offering is not difficult to understand, the son of God, the greatest glory is not the identity, but the amazing strength behind it.

In other words, Jun Shaoqing's reputation was born from the battle, and he stood on the bones of countless strong people.

Now, it was normal for him to look at Jun Shaoqing with an upward gaze, because the Son of God was already standing too high.

Thinking of this, Ning Chen closed his eyes and began to cultivate silently, if he wanted to stop looking up, he would have to double his penance from today, otherwise, he would have to look up at that person for the rest of his life.

The change in mood made Ning Chen put away his usual casual attitude and concentrate on cultivating the mental method on the scroll of life.

Since Jun Shaoqing sensed the existence of the scroll of life, he would not stop there, although this time, he restrained his breath in time after breaking through, but next time he may not have such good luck.

In front of a strong man like Jun Shaoqing, it is impossible for thousands of troops to stop his footsteps, if he wants to really keep the secret of the scroll of life, he must make himself strong.

Feeling the changes in the young man in front of him, the sword worship's eyes flashed a trace of strangeness, if Ning Chen was still a piece of jade before, at this moment, the jade had begun to show a beautiful brilliance.

The most critical factor in the path of martial arts is that talent is indeed correct, but what really matters after embarking on this path is determination and perseverance.

The five innate beings in the world who are high in the world do have immortal qualifications far beyond mortals, but then again, there are only five innate people in the world who are known.

Most martial artists are still mediocre in talent.

Ning Chen didn't know that whether it was Lime, Dusk Chengxue, or even Xia Miaoyu that he had met before, they were all rare martial arts geniuses, and at the age of twenty, he had already cultivated to the peak of the Nine Grades that he couldn't reach in his other lifetimes, and in comparison, his unremarkable qualifications were naturally nothing.

However, although he is too far behind a genius, he is very conspicuous in the category of "normal people".

After all, not everyone can be lucky enough to receive the guidance of more than one powerhouse at the peak of the Nine Pins.

The second grade of martial arts, if you are in the army, is also a centurion master.

The only thing that has some shortcomings is that he is indeed too bad at martial arts.

Of course, this is also related to Lime and Twilight Chengxue's reluctance to teach him moves, intentionally or unintentionally.

If these reasons are removed, Ning Chen can barely be regarded as a martial artist now.

Under the night sky, the family send-off team moved forward slowly, who would have thought that nearly a thousand people rushed at night just because of one person.

In a team, there are two Jiupin peak powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, but they still can't stop the edge of the son of the god, and the cold wind blows, which is almost cold and biting.

The march lasted until noon on the second day, when the party walked out of the wasteland and reached a mountainous place, where the deputy leader of the provisional Praetorian Army ordered to stop and rest.

Xia Miaoyu has been breathing in the carriage, no one dares to disturb, after last night's battle, everyone already knows how powerful this seemingly weak princess is.

After the party had rested for about half an hour, the deputy leader, dressed in heavy armor, had to come up and ask for instructions, because the road ahead was rough, and if he hurried now, it was very likely that he would have to camp in the mountains at night.

"Keep on your way"

In the gorgeous carriage, there was a beautiful voice, calm, but unquestionable.

The deputy leader clenched his fists and led the order, and immediately walked to the front of the group and gave the order to hurry.

Half a day later, as the sky grew dark, the tired team finally got a night's rest, and no one cared about it even in the wilderness.

Xia Miaoyu returned to his tent early in the morning, ordering that no one should enter without her permission, Ning Chen naturally would not provoke the former with enough food, he did not have the cheap problem of being a slave and serving people, as long as Xia Miaoyu did not summon him, he wished that he would be happy all the way.

When setting up the tent, Ning Chen deliberately put his tent and sword offering closer, the bonfire was raised, and after a simple dry food, most of the forbidden soldiers and eunuchs and palace maids who were tired for a day returned to the tent to rest, leaving only some of the forbidden troops who were keeping vigil to patrol back and forth to prevent assassins and wild beasts from attacking.

The sword worship sat by the campfire, and did not go back to the tent to rest, the assassination of the son of God that happened yesterday made him have to pay more attention, everyone knew that this trip would not be easy, but he did not expect that the people who came were more difficult than the other.

After this mountain, he was not far from the city where the Marquis of Buyi was stationed, and he did not want any more accidents to happen until then.

The sword offering did not rest, and Ning Chen did not go back to the tent, but accompanied the old man, silently cultivating the mental method, and it was not until midnight that he opened his eyes.

"Senior, can you teach me to practice?"

Ning Chen opened his mouth, very abruptly, the cultivation in his mouth naturally refers to the moves, he has his own mental method, and it is no worse than anyone else.

The sword offering was silent, did not refuse, and did not promise.

"The princess is better suited than me"

After a long time, the sword worship spoke hoarsely.

Ning Chen understood what the old man meant, Lime had said that the true qi in his body was cold, and Xia Miaoyu's previous moves also made people feel the biting cold, if he instructed him to practice, Xia Miaoyu was indeed the best choice.

"She's a Princess"

Ning Chen said calmly, and then didn't say anything else.

The old man was silent again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Chen was not in a hurry, and waited quietly on the side, although his cultivation time was still short, he also knew how conservative the concept of the sect was on the way to martial arts.

This request was a bit rude, and if it weren't for the fact that there was no one around him to ask for, he wouldn't have asked for the old man.

"One trick chance, you don't fall, I'll teach you a trick"

After about ten breaths, the sword worship calmly spoke.

"Thank you"

There was no joy in Ning Chen's eyes, and after solemnly thanking him, he immediately got up.

He knew how strong the old man was, so there was nothing to rejoice in.

All the old man gave him was a chance, a chance to teach him, and an opportunity to refuse him.

After Ning Chen got up, the old man also got up, and then, Ning Chen's expression became even more solemn.

The old man's behavior showed that he did not release water.

One trick for another, fair and just, but not fair at all.

The night wind was very cold, even if there was a bonfire under the two of them, and when the dead branches burned, there was a crackling sound, which seemed so clear in this silent night, that the forbidden army who was keeping vigil not far away seemed to feel something and looked over.

At this moment of watch, the sword enshrined by the sword moved, and no one could see how it was unsheathed, and when everyone came back to their senses, the sword was clearly out of the sheath.

A sword without contention and desire, it came without warning, without a trace of true qi, and without any true qi.

This was the only chance he gave Ning Chen, if the true qi of the Nine Rank peak powerhouse moved, a radius of ten zhang would be cut off, and this would no longer be an opportunity.

Therefore, this unfair war seems very fair.

The true meaning of the sword is not too fast, accurate, and concentrated.

The sword enshrined by the sword was fast enough, accurate enough, and concentrated enough, originally, Ning Chen had no chance to avoid it.

However, after Ning Chen came to this world, he developed a character of fear of death and caution, especially in the face of the eldest grandson, he would subconsciously avoid half a step every time.

In the face of the sword offering today, he also subconsciously took half a step back.

But he is not a sword offering, and his half-step retreat is not accurate enough, so the sword of the sword worship is no longer accurate enough.

A sword entered the body, retreating in a few steps, Ning Chen endured the pain, used the body technique taught by Lime, and avoided three more steps.

The sword still pierced into the body, Ning Chen still didn't avoid it, but there was no need to avoid it, he didn't faint, every time he fell, it was a victory.

"From tonight, I will teach you to use the sword"

The sword worship pulled out the sword, sealed Ning Chen's wound with one finger, and then said lightly.

"Thank you, seniors"

Ning Chen covered his chest and coughed lightly.

"Don't thank me, you earned it yourself"

As he spoke, he sat cross-legged around the campfire, resting his sword on his knees and closing his eyes.

Ning Chen also sat aside and began to breathe, the old man's sword had no killing intent, and the wound was not too deep, compared to this sword wound, it was still more serious than the arrow yesterday.

Another hour passed, the old man opened his eyes, and Ning Chen also woke up at the same time.

"You go and swing your sword until I say stop."

As soon as the sword worshipper moved, on the carriage not far away, a black iron sword flew and thrust in front of Ning Chen.

"Yes"

Ning Chen picked up his sword, walked to the side, and swung it again and again.

The sword worship's eyes remained unchanged, and he immediately closed again.

Ning Chen didn't ask, and waved the sword in his hand attentively, once, twice......

The simple swing of the sword is so simple that anyone can do it, however, Ning Chen swung a lot, and after swinging it for a long time, he found that it was really difficult to swing the sword.

No two swords can swing the same trajectory, and no two swords can swing the same power, Ning Chen swung all night, his arm was almost unconscious, but he still stubbornly persisted.

After dawn, the team hurried, Ning Chen practiced swinging his sword while walking, and the true qi in his body played a role at this time, at least it could alleviate the soreness of his arm in time.

"Tonight, practice stabbing the sword"

When night fell, the sword worship spoke again, still not teaching Ning Chen moves, but changing the way of practice to stabbing.

Ning Chen nodded, and then practiced silently, not asking the reason or the result.

The road in the mountains is much more difficult to walk than everyone imagined, and the team to send off relatives carried too many things, and the carriage is difficult to travel, but it is not possible without the carriage, so the speed of the road slows down, and the journey of one day has not been able to get out for three days.

In the three days, Ning Chen didn't learn the moves, but he learned to swing and stab......