Chapter Ten You Don't Understand

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  Boom!

  A firework exploded in the sky, a stone tablet fell to the ground, and the fragments of the stele that had been sealed for fifty years suddenly scattered everywhere. Then he walked away without looking back, heading deep into the forest of tablets.

  "Huo Li Shu!" The Red Dragon growled, his face suddenly changing color.

  "Shut your grandfather's mouth!"

  Huō Lí Qiān Fū turned his head and glared at him with a cold gaze that swept over Xiao Yì's body, filled with icy color.

  Walking in the dark forest of tombstones, underfoot were all white bones. The figures of Xiao Yi and the other person slowly disappeared into the distance, submerged in the sea of tombstones. Huo Li's mouth was stretched wide, his eyes somewhat red-rimmed.

  "Old thing, even if I couldn't surpass you back then, how could you have known? I'm younger than you, yet you still managed to stay ahead of me. But old thing, you had no vision, and even in death, you can't rest easy. I knew you weren't a decent person, not even in death could you be at peace. You stole the Elephant Strength Technique from me back then, and gave me that Flame Python Dragon Fist instead. You looked down on me, how did you know I couldn't master it? Today, I'll go take a good look, and when I've mastered it, I'll bury you in the ground. Are you afraid I'll mock you? It's been so long since you died, but only now do I realize... But don't worry, for now, I'm not planning on going to visit you. You just stay there, and one day, when I've killed enough of those alien brats and gotten bored, I'll go find you."

  In the forest of stele, the chill in the air grew thicker as one ventured deeper. It seemed that all the chill of the ancient battlefield had converged within this sandy city. Fire Li Qian Fang gazed around, and those stone tablets now stood at a height of fifty or sixty zhang. The black stone tablets exuded an aura of coldness, their breath turning to ice; even one's vital energy was somewhat congealed. If ordinary soldiers were here, they would be unable to withstand it for even half a incense stick's worth of time; if they exceeded that, death would be certain.

  Deeper in, even the wind had disappeared, and the forest of stele was silent, with only the sound of white bones being trampled underfoot. The surroundings were dark, and the black stone steles seemed to be able to swallow up the light. Although they had become sparse by this point, each one was enormous, with 80 or 90 zhang tall steles standing like they had their own territories, separated from each other by tens of zhang. Even just looking at them made Huo Lian's heart feel a sense of trepidation, not because he lacked courage, but because these steles contained a mysterious aura that directly entered his spiritual world, causing him to feel an instinctual sense of fear.

  In the past, Huo Li's thousand-man team had not been able to penetrate this far. After walking a few more miles, he saw nine towering stone stele, each one over 100 meters high, like mountain peaks, with dark greenish-black stones bearing scars of swords and knives, as well as claw marks and palm prints, with many mottled traces intertwined, it was unknown what kind of hardships they had endured, but they were still preserved to this day.

  In the center of the nine stone steles, Xian Qing was sitting cross-legged, with a purple long sword placed horizontally on his knees. His entire body was almost buried in white bones, but within an area of several square meters, all the white bones were crushed. His eyes were slightly closed, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he was hesitating, yet seemingly thinking about something. From start to finish, he never made a move.

  After counting his breath, Jian Qing slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were pitch black, with a hint of sparkling light inside. Even though he was sealed and suppressed in this ancient battlefield, there was still an aura of sharpness emanating from him.

  "Huo Li Qian Fu Chang, I've seen you before, you're a Huo Shan Zu person."

  "Qing Sheng, sir." Huo Li bowed deeply and then said in a low voice, "Huo Li has come this time to ask for something from you, sir."

  "What thing." Jian Qing's expression was calm and tranquil.

  "Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Technique." Huo Li said solemnly, "Huo Li is willing to exchange all the gains from this trip for it,"

  Jian Qing was silent, gazing at Huo Lian Qiang's long figure, his eyes revealing no joy or anger, calmly staring like that. Huo Lian Qiang did not avoid him, he raised his head and stared straight ahead, his eyes showing a firm and determined color.

  Ten breaths passed, Jian Qing nodded: "Alright, but I don't need your harvest, just take three swords from me."

  Just take three swords from me!

  Huò Lí Qiān Fū Cháng's heart skipped a beat as he thought of Jiàn Qīng Shēng's unpredictable swordsmanship, the "Bīng Fǎ Jiǔ Xiāo Jīng Léi" (Nine Heavens Shocking Thunder Sword) that had already reached the threshold of the sword path. Compared to other martial arts, it was a world apart. However, Huò Lí Qiān Fū Cháng quickly regained his composure. In this ancient battlefield, no matter how strong one's cultivation or battle spirit was, they were all useless; even if Jiàn Qīng Shēng had grasped the essence of the sword, it would be locked within his spiritual world, and in this ancient battlefield, he could only rely on his physical body.

  Huǒ Lí Qiān Fū Cháng Zì Zhèn, Ruò Shì Zài Gǔ Zhàn Chǎng Wài, Zì Jǐ Jué Fēi Jiàn Qīng Shēng Yī Jiàn Zhī Dí, Dàn Shì Shēn Zài Gǔ Zhàn Chǎng, Jiù Suàn Tā Ròu Xīng Xuè Qì Bǐ Bù Shàng Liàn Gǔ Jìng Qiáng Zhě Qiān Chuī Bǎi Liàn, Shēn Rù Gǔ Sū, Dàn Xiǎng Yào Jiē Xià Sān Jiàn, Jiù Suàn Yǒu Kùnnán Yě Bú Shì Fēi Xīn Lǐ De, Hé Guò, Néng Gòu Yǔ Yī Zūn Liàn Gǔ Jìng Qiáng Zhě Rú Cǐ Jiāo Shǒu, Ruò Shì Néng Gòu Huò Guò Sān Jiàn, Duì Yú Tā Rì Hòu De Xiū Xíng Wú Yí Yǒu Zhe Bù Xiǎo De Hǎo Chù.

  Huoli nodded slightly: "Please enlighten me, Sword Qing Sheng."

  Two men stood fifteen zhang apart, Huo Liang held the crimson bronze Heaven-Shaking Mace in his hand, standing still and motionless. His body's blood energy surged, the scorching hot blood energy collided with the surrounding cold air, producing a sizzling sound.

  Jian Qing was still sitting, his legs crossed in the midst of the white bones. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand and gently stroked the purple long sword on his knees, saying lightly: "This is the first sword."

  Whoosh!

  A flash of purple sword light appeared before his eyes, and the cold sword edge made his back feel chilly. His left shoulder was stabbed with pain, but the sword tip had not yet reached his body. He was shocked in his heart, never expecting that Jian Qingcheng would still have such speed even after losing his cultivation, and could even bring out a sharp aura that was not weak. The physical strength of a strong person in the Tempering Bone realm far exceeded his expectations, or rather, Jian Qingcheng was different from ordinary strong people in the Tempering Bone realm.

  Gasp!

  Blood splattered everywhere, the crimson bronze mace in his hand barely had time to lift half a foot. Huo Li Chong gritted his teeth and looked at his left shoulder, where a sword wound had pierced through it entirely. He circulated his blood and temporarily sealed the wound, but still felt an icy chill on his injured left shoulder, which was the lingering effect of the sword's edge that had penetrated his flesh and needed time to be slowly expelled through meditation.

  Fifteen zhang away, Xian Qing stood holding his sword, with fresh blood dripping from the purple long sword. The last drop fell, and the sword's body no longer showed any signs of blood.

  "This sword is to tell you that what the Leijian Army has decided, not just anyone can point fingers at will." The voice of Jian Qing Sheng sounded, with a hint of cold light flashing in his eyes. "Secondly, I want to tell you that this world is not as simple as you think it is, one must know when to advance and retreat. Today, I am very unhappy."

  Huoli's eyes turned cold as he gritted his teeth, his face pale. He looked at Qingyun and said, "Sir, you don't understand. Some things may be ordinary to you, but they're very important to us. They can't compare to this world, but they've left a mark on our lives. They're memories, the passing of life, perhaps the only thing we can reminisce about in the future. So, if possible, Huoli would never want to stand here, but today he has no choice. Please, sir, draw your second sword!"

  His eyes gleamed with an icy light, and the blue sword hummed in a cold tone: "I don't need to understand what you're saying. What I need to know is how many of the alien tribes you've killed. On the road of heavenly soldiers, how many fairy tribes have descended into the mortal world? How can we excavate more human divine treasures? Other things will be buried by others for you. This world is not ruled by you or me, but it follows the strong. That's the second sword."

  Whoosh!

  Jian Qing Sheng struck again, this sword faster than the first. A dazzling purple sword light tore through the sky, crossing fifteen zhang in an instant. This sword, Huo Li Qian Fu still couldn't avoid, and his hand holding the Chi Tong Hun Tian hammer only managed to lift it three inches before his right shoulder felt the biting edge.

  Ouch!

  Suddenly, from tens of meters away, a sharp and piercing sound shook the air, a white light burst forth, shattering the atmosphere, like a white streak of lightning that flashed by in an instant.

  Wow!

  Zigong and Baimang collided, the expected sword wound did not come to pass. Huiliang's heart skipped a beat, he opened his eyes to find that Qingcheng was already ten zhang away, standing with sword in hand, the chill in his eyes almost solidifying into substance.

  "It's you!"

  Along the gaze of Jian Qing's birth, Huo Li Qian Fu Lang glanced sideways, his pupils suddenly contracted, but saw dozens of feet away, Xiao Yi walking slowly, where he passed, white bones were shattered, and a path was opened in front of him.

  "What's going on!" Huo Li shouted coldly.

  He glanced at him faintly and smiled, looking towards Jian Qing Sheng, saying: "Shi Gong, you don't understand."

  Shi Gong, you don't understand!

  Huo Li's heart skipped a beat, he gritted his teeth, but for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

  "What you said, I don't understand." Jian Qing said coldly, "However, since you've accepted the second sword, then this third sword you probably won't refuse. From now on, things belong to you."

  Jian Qing's voice had just fallen when Xiao Yi shook his head.

  "How dare you!" Huo Lian's cold laughter echoed, he knew that Xiao Yi's physical strength was formidable, perhaps not as strong as Jian Qing Sheng's tempered bone realm, but he would never be unable to withstand a single sword.

  "I've said it before, you don't understand." Xiao Yi took a deep breath and looked at Jian Qing Sheng, saying, "Draw your sword, but the Barbarian Elephant Great Strength Technique will be taken back by me and Shi Gong together in the future."

  The sword was born in his hand, a purple long sword hummed softly, his eyes were icy cold, but his tone became more and more calm.

  "I gave you the opportunity, things will be locked in the town's barracks tower. If there is such a day, you can enter my Thunder Sword Army Department, I hope you can survive and let me see that day." Everyone log in and vote for the Human Emperor, it happens every day, don't waste it!