C345 The Changes in the Li Qian Dynasty
"You are indeed extraordinary. No wonder my disciple died in your hands. . . I admit, I underestimated you before, And now, I have also paid the price for underestimating you. "
Li Qiandai's face was already covered in frost. For a junior who was far weaker than him to be injured to such an extent, it was a humiliation that Li Qiandai could not accept. If it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't killed Qin Yunyi yet, he would have had the urge to commit suicide.
"Unfortunately, the only chance you have left to defeat me is gone. I won't be careless anymore and won't look down on you anymore. I will treat you as a powerhouse of the same level as me. I will use all my strength and use the strongest move I can grasp to kill you! "
As soon as he finished speaking, The aura on Qian Dai's body suddenly changed!
Sharp as a blade! It pressed forward with indomitable will!
In the beginning, when the Qian Dynasty first appeared, it did not have the slightest overbearing feeling. It was full of the arrogance of a senior expert.
It was precisely because he didn't pay much attention to Qin Yunyi from the bottom of his heart that he gave Qin Yunyi the chance to heavily injure him. However, after the previous round of confrontation, Li Qiandai had completely corrected his mentality.
The original arrogance had disappeared without a trace, and what replaced it was a true martial artist's heart. When facing any opponent, he had to go all out! He did not fear the strong, and he did not despise the weak!
Even if Blade Mountain Flame Sea Guild were to stand beneath their feet, they would not be moved in the slightest!
The true heart of a martial artist lay in absolute confidence, absolute calmness, absolute calmness!
To be able to reach 50% of the Genetic Lock's unlocking speed and comprehend the essence of the Sword Drawing Style, there was no doubt that one in a thousand generations was a genius martial artist. Naturally, he had his own unique understanding of the heart of a martial artist.
However, ever since the completion of the Sword Drawing Arts, it was rare for the generation of geniuses to meet a worthy opponent. Those who were stronger than him, who had reached the General Level, disdained to fight someone at his level. There were not many experts at the same level as him, and there were only a few who were able to fight the Sword Drawing Arts, which adhered to the principle of killing with a single strike.
In addition, after becoming the current Sect Master of the Sword Draw Sect, Li Qiandai's status in the entire country had become quite respectable. Therefore, over the years, he had developed some habits that people at the top would have.
It was not that these habits were not good. It was just that for a martial artist, if he could not make himself pure, then it would be very difficult for him to go far on the path of pursuing the pinnacle. . .
For thousands of generations, the advancement of one's own strength had always been stagnant. It was not without the influence of this aspect.
But today, Qin Yunyi's punch had completely awakened him!
Li Qiandai suddenly realized something. The reason why he was able to possess his current status, the reason why he was respected and worshipped by so many people, and the reason why he was able to obtain everything that he currently possessed, had nothing to do with anything else!
The only thing that had to do with him was that. . . That was his strength, the blade in his hand!
Everything he had now was duckweed without any foundation. Only the saber in his hand was the only companion he could trust!
"Speaking of which, I still have to thank you. . . "
Li Qiandai looked at Qin Yunyi without any emotion in his eyes. His only intact right hand was naturally hanging down, and he did not hold it on the hilt.
He slowly walked towards Qin Yunyi step by step.
Qin Yunyi's expression was solemn. The Thunder God on his waist had yet to cool down for more than a minute. At this moment, it was no different from a piece of scrap metal. But the pressure that Li Qiandai gave him was more than ten times stronger than before!
His internal organs suffered severe internal injuries due to the backlash. Every step Li Qiandai took towards him, Qin Yunyi could not help but have the urge to vomit blood.
The elegant demeanour on the side was even worse. Facing Li Qiandai's pressure, Qin Yunyi couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit blood. Her pretty face was completely pale.
Although her strength had already reached the standard of Captain Dragon Rider, and she also had the rank of Captain Dragon Rider, in fact, in terms of spiritual realm, she was not very outstanding.
Glory Dragon Rider had developed for over a hundred years. Gradually, the entire Dragon Rider was divided into two completely different categories based on the different growing environments.
One was the combat faction. These people were usually the seedlings that the hereditary Dragon Riders found in the world of cultivation. Because of their different living environments since they were young, if they wanted to achieve the same results as the hereditary Dragon Riders, they would need to work several times harder than the hereditary Dragon Riders!
Therefore, the combat faction's Dragon Riders were extremely eager to fight. They yearned to sharpen themselves between life and death. In the mission system of the Dragon Rider, the most crazy thing was the combat faction's Dragon Riders.
The other type was the academic sects. There were not many of them, and they were basically all hereditary Dragon Riders. One of the characteristics of the academic sects was that when they were young, they would usually possess relatively high strength and military rank.
For example, elegant and Zhou Yunlong, they were both at the age of twenty-four or twenty-five, but they all had the military rank of a captain. Their aptitude might not be stronger than the combat sects' Dragon Riders, but the resources they possessed were naturally not what the combat sects' Dragon Riders could compare with.1
There was no absolute fairness in any place, even within the Dragon Rider.
Due to the fact that it was much easier for the academic faction's Dragon Rider to obtain some of the resources within the Dragon Rider compared to the combat faction's Dragon Rider, they were not very keen on completing the Dragon Rider mission. Other than a few elites like Yih Qiu and Mo Bufan, the academic faction's Dragon Rider rarely accepted the Dragon Rider mission. They spent most of their time in the headquarters to increase their strength.
S of the academic faction usually had relatively strong strength when they were young, but their actual combat experience was pitifully little. When faced with experts with extraordinary willpower, even if they were of the same level, they would not be able to withstand a single blow.
The most important problem was that after the academic faction's Dragon Rider reached the High School Level in the late stage, it was virtually impossible to break through to the general level.
In short, the appearance of the academy's Dragon Rider could be considered a cancer that was born from the hundred years of development of the Dragon Rider. Although it did not look serious now, if it was allowed to continue developing and cause more and more Dragon Riders to appear in the academy, it would definitely have a huge impact on the overall strength of the Dragon Rider.
"If it wasn't for that punch of yours that woke me up, perhaps I would have continued to be arrogant in the future. Pride will completely destroy me. " Li Qiandai once again walked step by step until he was four or five meters away from the two of them, although he didn't reveal even a trace of killing intent. However, Qin Yunyi's body was already drenched in cold sweat.
"After killing you, I will return to my seclusion. If I can really break through to the level that I have always dreamt of, it will all be because of you. Every year today, I will pay my respects to you. "
After saying that, Li Qiandai's eyes suddenly opened wide. His naturally lowered hand fiercely grasped the hilt!
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