"Chaoyang City is built on the sword and possesses the most advanced sword tradition in all of Northern Continent, which is why it attracts countless sword cultivators." Baili Youqin said, "This person is also a casual cultivator named Zhou Yanqing. Although he has only reached the high level of Xin Zhao, his understanding of the sword is terrifying."
Zhou Yanqing is a young man in white clothes, with a sword-like bun on his head and a stern face.
Li Changan nudged Nezha with his elbow, "Give me some sunflower seeds..."
Nezha obediently took out two large bags of melon seeds and two small stools. He and Li Changan each took one, and squatted on a flat bluestone, eating melon seeds while watching the show.
Baili Youqin was speechless.
Zhou Yanqing was indeed very powerful. He quickly took thirteen steps, but his speed became slower and slower, and his steps became smaller and smaller.
The pressure of the Dao rhyme within the Linghuai barrier increased almost exponentially. It was very difficult for ordinary people to take a single step, but Zhou Yanqing took thirty steps in one breath.
"No, thirty steps is his limit."
Li Changan said with a "Puh" sound.
Sure enough, after taking thirty steps, Zhou Yanqing's whole body began to tremble violently, as if he was about to fall down at any time. His originally pale face slowly turned red. He gritted his teeth and took another step forward.
Bang!
The entire left leg exploded into pieces when it stepped out.
Nezha was startled.
"Dao Yun is different from other things. If your destiny is insufficient, it is impossible to make up for it with ordinary means. If you try to break through your own Dao Yun by force, the end will be miserable." Li Changan glanced at Nezha and said.
"For thousands of years in Chaoyang City, there have been few cases of divinely granted kingship. Do you know why?"
"The number of Dao rhyme!" Li Changan raised a finger.
"Insufficient Dao rhyme is the greatest limitation to one's destiny and luck. Forcibly breaking through this barrier will only lead to death."
Baili Youqin suddenly understood why so many people had tried to prove themselves through this, only to end up losing their lives here. The reason was simply the arrogance and unwillingness to admit defeat that had been cultivated over thousands of years among the children of Chaoyang City.
Sure enough, Zhou Yanqing's face flushed red, and he seemed unable to accept the result that he had only taken thirty steps. He roared and rushed forward. However, the next moment, he exploded before landing and turned into a blood mist.
The number of Dao rhymes is thirty, and throughout one’s life, one cannot take more than thirty steps.
"I want to try it!" Baili Youqin suddenly said.
Li Changan looked up and saw a sharp edge in the woman's eyes, which was a sharpness unique to sword cultivators.
"You can be a little overbearing, but you have to think clearly. Nine out of ten of the seniors who died in the Sword Tomb in Chaoyang City over the years did so because they refused to accept the Dao rhyme number set by the Heavenly Dao."
Baili Youqin drew the broadsword at his feet and snorted coldly.
"I decide the number of my Dao rhyme myself!"
good!
Li Changan gave a thumbs up.
Awesome, don’t hang in there later, I won’t be able to explain to my little brother Zong Ting.
Li Changan took Zong Ting from Baili Youqin's back, patted the busty woman's shoulder, nodded, and said, "Keep going!"
Baili Youqin nodded, took a step forward, and stepped into the Linghuai barrier.
The broadsword was held upside down behind him, leaving a deep mark on the gray-white ground.
"Damn it, wait until your wife places a move on the Daoyun chessboard and summons the spirit of the sword tomb, and then you'll see where you can put your face." Li Changan resisted the urge to slap Zong Ting awake, and snorted with a roll of his eyes.
In the distance, Zong Yao and Zong Ye both raised their eyebrows. Lu Yao, the young master of the Lu family, and Li Cheng, the young master of the Li family, who were following the two young masters, narrowed their eyes at the same time.
The appearance of Baili Youqin means that it is time for them to stand up.
"Young Master, I'll go and try." After Li Cheng finished speaking, he took a step forward and followed Baili Youqin.
Lu Yao on the other side nodded to Zong Ye and followed.
Ever since Zong Baiye of the Zong family took the position of the city lord of Chaoyang City, the three clans of Li, Lu and Baili have been fighting for a hundred years. During these hundred years, in addition to fighting and scheming against each other, they also supported a young master each. In other words, the win or loss of these three people also represented the victory or defeat among the three young masters.
In the Linghuai barrier, Baili Youqin was in front, Li Cheng was in the middle, and Lu Yao was in the back. The three of them had reached the peak of Xinzhao cultivation, and their identities, backgrounds, and even talents were almost the same. Although there was a difference in front and back, their breath state, and even the size and speed of each step were almost the same.
Ten steps, twenty steps, fifty steps!
Everyone's heart was in their throat, and they held their breath as they watched the Linghuai barrier. After fifty steps, Baili Youqin's speed slowed down significantly. Soon, Li Cheng and Lu Yao caught up, and the three of them stood together.
"Sister Youqin, you have a great talent for cultivation and a long history of Dao rhyme. Why don't you come over and help me assist the eldest young master?" Li Cheng chuckled. "Zong Ting is just a piece of rotten wood that can't withstand carving. Sister Youqin, why waste all your thoughts on that useless person?"
"As long as you can turn from evil to good, once the eldest son becomes the city lord, he will definitely treat your Baili family well. How about that?"
"Yeah?"
Baili Youqin sneered twice, and suddenly swung the broadsword that was dragging on the ground, hitting Li Cheng like a mountain.
Li Cheng was startled. Under the powerful pressure of the Dao rhyme, he was unable to dodge effectively. He could only stretch out his palms to block in front of him, but the next moment, the terrifying force coming from the sword made him fly back a full ten steps.
Oh shit!
This woman is a bitch, she caught fire before it was even lit?
Lu Yao secretly took two steps away.
Damn Li Cheng, that guy is so mean, don’t implicate yourself.
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