#20 - Roadkill

In the early morning, a carriage sped along the wide official road, kicking up dust along the way.

"Brother Wuxie, Yueyao is a little sleepy and wants to sleep for a while."

"Sleep then."

Jun Wuxie covered Xiaoyueyao with a quilt, tucked in the corners, and then kissed her forehead.

The carriage was very spacious. Qin Keqing had even laid animal skins inside and prepared a quilt that was soft and warm.

The horses galloped quickly, but the inside of the carriage was not bumpy at all.

This was a one-star middle-grade spirit-level carriage, pulled by second-order Thousand Spirit Coursers, with long-lasting blood and stamina, capable of traveling thousands of miles a day.

"Qin Keqing is really thoughtful, otherwise Yueyao would have suffered with me on this long journey."

Jun Wuxie felt grateful in his heart. Qin Keqing was very attentive and thoughtful.

This kind of spirit-level carriage had the effect of reducing vibration and bumps, making the journey very smooth.

"I hope this trip will allow me to successfully join the Great River Sword Sect and ask the sect physician to treat Yueyao."

He looked at the sleeping Xiaoyueyao with heartache. Her face was paler than yesterday, and her physical condition was getting worse and worse.

"When I get to the Great River Sword Sect, I wonder if Elder Qi will target me. Although he is only a nominal elder, he has been in the Great River Sword Sect for many years, while I am a newcomer, so I have to be careful and vigilant."

Jun Wuxie pondered secretly, worried that Qiekefu would interfere and cause unforeseen changes.

Before arriving at the Great River Sword Sect, he had to continue to improve his strength. Only by becoming stronger could he have the confidence to cope.

He entered the Eternal Life Shrine, took a small spirit pill, and circulated the Primordial Gold Body Technique.

When the spiritual energy was transformed into life blood essence to temper his body, he resolutely stepped into the Tomb of Soldiers, accepting the forging and tempering of the intent of soldiers, refining his body in the torment of life and death, and feeling the sharpness and weight of the intent of soldiers.

Then he fought against the phantom of the mysterious woman, honing his combat skills, digesting the intent of soldiers in battle, and gradually gaining his own insights.

"Senior, what do you think of Ji Yinlan, how strong is she?"

In the battle with the black shadow, Jun Wuxie asked this question.

"Her? For now, I can only say she's okay."

"Ji Yinlan is a legend of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Is such a person only 'okay' in your eyes?"

"Great Zhou? This Great Zhou is just a speck of dust compared to the vast territory of the entire world. In the future, go out and see more, and you will know how big the world really is."

Jun Wuxie:…

"Her understanding is very high. The spear is just that she has no feeling for the spear, which is why she has such low achievements, and you are still far from being a master of the art of war, so you need to work hard."

"Senior, are there realms above the Spear Master?"

"The so-called Spear Master, Sword Master, etc., are not realms, but a state of mind and field."

The mysterious woman's voice slowly came from the ancient tower: "Above the master's field are the King, Emperor, Saint and other fields."

"A War Saint? Such an existence should be very strong, right?"

"War Saint, where the edge of his weapons reaches, mountains and rivers collapse, the eight wildernesses are overturned, and he is invincible."

"So strong…"

Jun Wuxie yearned in his heart, his eyes lit up.

The mysterious woman poured a basin of cold water on him, and said: "You are too ambitious. Now you should think about how to step into the field of war."

"You must remember that your understanding of the intent of soldiers is still shallow, and you should not bind yourself to any kind of weapon. In the future, use less weapons, at least before you become a master of the art of war, try not to use weapons."

"You must always remember that you yourself are a weapon, and can be any kind of weapon, can be a spear, can be a sword, a bell, a cauldron, a tower, etc."

"In your subconscious, the intent of soldiers should not be a fixed form. Only at the moment of display, it becomes tangible according to your will. If you use the sword for a long time, you will inevitably turn your intent of soldiers into a sword body, and over time it will become a shackle for you to comprehend the intent of soldiers."

"Understood."

Jun Wuxie nodded, carefully thinking about the mysterious woman's words.

Indeed, after using the spirit sword a few times, every time he tried to comprehend the intent of soldiers, the intent of soldiers in his heart would often tend to become a sword body.

At dusk, he left the Eternal Life Shrine.

Xiaoyueyao was still asleep, her face pale and her lips slightly chapped.

Jun Wuxie took some water and was about to moisten her lips when he heard a burst of rapid hoofbeats.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp whistling sound came from far to near.

The carriage curtain was lifted by the air wave.

A cold light flashed.

An arrow shot towards his brow!

Jun Wuxie's pupils shrank, and he dodged his head.

With a bang!

The arrow shot on the carriage wall, and the powerful impact made the entire carriage lean back. The second-order Thousand Spirit Coursers pulling the carriage were impacted by this force, their front hooves vacated, and the carriage almost overturned.

"Courting death!"

He rushed out of the carriage, his eyes as cold as knives.

In front of him were five masked men, riding Thousand Spirit Coursers and galloping towards him. One of them held a large bow and pulled it into a full circle, the arrow humming on the string.

The arrow was flowing with true energy, and the metal arrowhead shone with a cold light in the setting sun.

He reined in the horse, stopped the carriage, closed the car door, and stared coldly.

There were actually Condensed Qi Realm experts among these people, and the lowest realm was the peak of the tenth transformation of the Xiantian Realm!

"Hand over the Great River Selection Order and the Condensed Qi Pill, and I'll leave you with a complete corpse."

The masked man in the middle, who was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow, spoke lightly, the arrow firmly locked on the target.

Jun Wuxie did not respond, got out of the carriage, stared coldly at the archer, and walked over.

"You don't know how to live or die!" The masked man with the bow sneered: "In front of a one-star high-grade spirit bow, even a body and sword cultivator must die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he winked at the other four.

Immediately, four masked men, holding long spears, charged on horseback, iron hooves flying, stirring up dust all over the sky.

Jun Wuxie didn't even look at the four people, his eyes always locked on the archer!

This is a strong person in the middle stage of the Condensed Qi Realm!

Roar!

When there were still more than ten meters away, Jun Wuxie shot.

Left and right fists, attacking at the same time.

In an instant, the dragon's roar and the tiger's roar shook the four fields.

The light golden real dragon roared and rushed towards the target, breaking the spear, and flying the person and the horse out.

At the same time, the fierce tiger pounced, instantly tearing the second target apart, blood spurting out.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two people.

With almost no pause, his figure burst, and between left and right flashes, two heads flew high, killing two more people, the headless corpses on horseback, blood like a fountain in the neck.

At the same time, a cold killing intent struck.

The arrow left the string, turned into a ray of cold light, arrived in an instant, and went straight to the throat.

Jun Wuxie reached out, golden light flowing between his palms and fingers, grabbed the arrow that was shot, and was impacted by the powerful force to retreat three steps.

The arrow trembled in his hand, the arrowhead was only three inches away from his throat, but it was difficult to move forward.

"You… how is it possible!"

The masked man's eyes were horrified, as if he saw the most incredible thing in the world, and then he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, ready to shoot again.

However, before the bow and arrow were fully drawn, Jun Wuxie's fist slammed into his body.

Too fast!

So fast that the masked man didn't have time to react, and flew out directly, his chest collapsed, and he vomited blood.

"Just want to kill me with a one-star high-grade spirit bow?"

Jun Wuxie stepped forward, stepped on his neck, and tore off his mask, revealing a strange middle-aged face.