Just when the eldest prince was at a loss and hesitant about whether to leave.
But suddenly, he saw a farmer wearing coarse linen clothes and holding a strange stick, slowly walking towards Nangong Xuan.
Wherever that person passed, the power of heaven and earth leaked out of Nangong Xuan became solemn and clear.
When everyone saw this, they were horrified to the extreme.
You know, at most they can protect themselves from being affected by that aura, or protect the eldest prince.
But the person in front of him looked ordinary, without even the aura of cultivation, just like an ordinary farmer, yet seemed so weird.
The eldest prince took a deep breath and asked the Supreme Grandmaster beside him, "Is this person a celestial being? Is there anyone like him in the martial arts world?"
Poirot did not answer, but shook his head: "I don't know."
As an almighty Grand Master, how could he possibly tell the cultivation level of the person in front of him?
While speaking, he was still looking at the two of them, as if they were really celestial beings.
For these supreme masters, the situation of a war between gods and humans is a rare opportunity that they can only encounter once.
Giving them the opportunity to understand the world more deeply, however, this actually has both advantages and disadvantages.
That is, if a person's will is not strong enough, he or she will be easily affected by the supernatural power of the two of them and unable to get out of it, and then his or her whole life will be ruined.
"What does he want to do? Why is he holding a shoulder pole? If he doesn't have a suitable weapon, I can temporarily hand over my Golden Dragon Sword to him."
The eldest prince had a lot of thoughts in his mind. As a prince, what he thought about at this moment was naturally to win over the person in front of him.
But there was no better way, so when he saw him holding a wooden stick, he asked.
Although only members of the royal family can draw upon the power of the dragon veins in the Golden Dragon Sword, even if the power of the dragon veins is not used, it is still a magical weapon.
Hearing this, Poirot quickly stopped the eldest prince's thoughts:
"The celestial beings have their own reasons for doing things. We are just mortals. When we see such beings, the best thing to do is to do nothing.
We are completely unaware of their joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and if we are disliked by them, the loss will outweigh the gain."
When the eldest prince heard this, he nodded silently, but he felt a little indignant in his heart.
Of course he knew that the celestial beings were very powerful, but he was the eldest prince of Dagan.
He was born into a noble family, and although he was often taught a lesson by his father, no one dared to be rude to him.
But now, don’t I even have the qualifications to curry favor with the person in front of me?
At this time, Nangong Xuan also discovered the person walking towards him.
Hanging in the air, his expression unchanged, his whole body ethereal and otherworldly, as if he had become one with nature, without a trace of humanity.
Without opening his mouth, a voice of Taoism came: "Sir, you are also a celestial being. I wonder why you are looking for me, the True Lord."
In his eyes, this person's cultivation was the same as his own, that is, a semi-saint, although they had both touched the Tao.
But I still can't fully control it, this state.
The best thing would be to go into seclusion and consolidate my cultivation, but I don't know why I ended up here.
"It stinks." Xie Xiaofeng's words were cold, but without much emotion.
Hearing this, a hint of suspicion flashed in Nangong Xuan's eyes, but he couldn't figure it out.
What this person meant was, of course, that his aura affected those ants.
Could it be that this person would fight with me for those ants on the ground? He really doesn't know how to live or die.
In his current state, he is in resonance with the Dao rhyme of the Heavenly Dao. Even if he faces a true celestial being, he will not be much different.
The person in front of him was only a half-saint, yet he dared to fight with him.
"If you leave now, I will forgive you and restrain my aura." Nangong Xuan's main goal was to break through to the heavenly realm, and he didn't want to fight with this person.
Although his words were still arrogant, he had actually given in. He absorbed all the spreading power of heaven and earth back into his body and spoke about the negotiation.
When the eldest prince and others saw this scene, they became anxious.
You must know that even if Nangong Xuan could let these people go, he would not let them go.
It would be best if this mysterious strong man could fight with Nangong Xuan.
Late spring.
Prosperous Jiangnan, misty alleys.
On the street, there stood a man holding a shoulder pole.
No one spoke, and no one laughed.
Because what stood there was not a person, but a sword.
The sword moved.
Very slowly, very slowly, like a breeze.
But when the wind blows, who can stop it? Who knows where the wind will blow?
The sword swung from the most unlikely places and in the most unlikely ways.
In the blink of an eye, the breeze turned into a strong wind that swept across the earth.
Finally it turned into endless sorrow.
It was spring, but in the south of the Yangtze River, the most bleak and saddest north wind was blowing.
This sword contains separation, sorrow, and regret.
A sword. A sword without any killing power.
But it made Nangong Xuan spit out a mouthful of blood. What appeared before his eyes was the sea of blood and corpses he had walked through, the affection of his family, and countless screams.
Even if it was just for a moment, the sword broke through his ruthless defense.
He stared blankly at the person in front of him, feeling somewhat unwilling, but his inhumane and irrational state of mind had already been destroyed.
If this continues, he might fall to the lower half-saint realm.
This is why a semi-saint is not suitable for fighting with others. It is because his Tao is not yet stable. If he suffers a blow, all his previous efforts may be wasted.
Not to mention that Nangong Xuan was able to achieve this with the help of Dao Hen.
He didn't understand why the gap between the two of them was so huge even though they were both semi-saints.
"Is this what it means to enter the Dao through sword? Is this what it means to practice sword cultivation? Is it so powerful to enter the Dao through sword?" Nangong Xuan calmed his mind, his eyes full of disbelief.
There was no murderous intent in the sword facing him.
You've made yourself so embarrassed. If you use all your strength, can you withstand a sword attack?
But it was also his bad luck that his ruthless approach met Xie Xiaofeng, the playboy.
This playboy was extremely sentimental, and because of his sentimentality, he possessed a myriad of love, hate, and emotions.
The swordsman is a hero, and the hero is also passionate.
When Xie Xiaofeng saw Nangong Xuan, he also said:
"The Way of Heaven is to reduce the excess and provide for the deficiency. The Way of Man is different; it reduces the deficiency and provides for the excess.
What you call the sage's law, the law of heaven and earth, are you practicing the way of heaven or the way of man?"
Nangong Xuan's so-called skills are actually the cultivation of magic skills. He treats all things in the world as straw dogs and devours all things as his own body. His words are the methods of the saints of heaven and earth.
However, the true way of heaven is the way of balance. All things in the world will reduce the excess and make up for the deficiency to form a natural balance.
Only human nature can make up for the surplus by taking what is lacking.
Therefore, the "Complete Scripture of the Way of the Saints of Heaven and Earth" which distorts Taoism is the real evil practice.
Of course, there is no such thing as evil magic or magic on the original avenue.
However, these Taoist techniques were all created after the Taoist Saint achieved unity with the Tao, and were based on the Taoist Saint's great principles and words.
Those who misinterpret its true meaning are naturally the so-called evil methods and demonic arts.
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