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"Sword Resisting Zhu Qiuyan, you've only killed three people." This sentence, which was spread throughout the capital five years ago, was not about the number of people he killed, but rather about the number of people that died under his sword. What would happen after taking three moves?

I don't know. Because those he fought all died before the third attack.

The normally arrogant him had taken the initiative to flash his sword today! Everyone could not help but guess.

Zhu Qiuyan said the name of his most respected ancestor, Zhu Xian, because of Ling Jun.

Zhu Xian, this is a name that exists with the kingdom, the new kingdom's number one general. After the founding of the country, he was conferred the title of Marshal of the Protector of the Nation and led the troops and horses of the entire country. Five hundred years later.

If the new kingdom still had a military spirit, then this military spirit was him.

As Zhu Xian's descendant, Zhu Qiuyan had always been following the example of her ancestors, hoping to build up his achievements. In his eyes, the word "Zhu Xian" was sacred and inviolable. The reckless guy in front of him actually asked, "Is he dead?"

Everyone knew that Zhu Xian was the War God of the new kingdom, but they didn't know that he had another identity: the only confidant of the Spirit King.

Back in those days, both Ling Jun and Zhu Xian were just a small vanguard of the ancient country, and Zhu Xian was just a little general of the Zhu Family, one of the Twelve Shaman Tribes.

The Spirit Race were all ordered to suppress the Witch Clan. They met on the battlefield and fought three hundred battles. In the end, Zhu Xian lost and the Witch Clan surrendered to the ancient country. From then on, both Ling Jun and Zhu Xian became sworn friends.

However, he had thought that after a thousand years, when he was reborn, Zhu Xian would become the killer of the ancient country. After confirming this matter, how could even his spirit not tremble?

"Didn't they say that if you don't ask for death, you will never violate the other party?" "You are but one of my pawns!" Master, you've already betrayed me, and you still expect your friend to keep his promise?

Looking at the sword in Zhu Qiuyan's hand, both of them let out a mocking smile, "You are a sword …" "This sentence that would last for a thousand years, was said by Zhu Xian." "You always saw farther than I did."

"Show me your weapon and tell me your name. I'm going to take your head and apologize to the ancestors. " Zhu Qiuyan pointed the golden sword straight at Ling Jun.

"Show me your sword, tell me your name. I won't kill nameless people." Distant memories tore apart many cracks. The dormant fighting spirit slowly recovered.

Ling Jun said: "A thousand years ago, you disdained using a sword. A thousand years later, I will only help you pull out a sword! Let us fight again in this new world. "

Uh, what's going on? Were the stars ignored tomorrow? Clearly, the boy in white had gone mad.

Not answering, talking nonsense. Zhu Qiuyan swung her sword.

Boom! With a flash of sword light, a one-foot wide and ten-zhang long hole appeared on the stage.

Tyrant Sword Ten Slash.

The first slash was like a stream of light dancing with the sword.

"Familiar with swordsmanship and its power." So it turns out that you've always been thinking about me. " Ling Yu had to admit that the power of this lazy looking descendant of the Zhu Family when he had performed the ten slashes of the Tyrant Sword was not inferior to what he had expected. Dodging Zhu Qiuyan's first slash, he put both of his hands together and said, "Illusion spirit art."

Pah, he and Zhu Qiuyan were trapped by an invisible barrier. "The surrounding space was twisted and distorted, all of them were floating in front of Zhu Qiuyan." Do you still know how to cast spells on Zhu Family? "

Zhu Qiuyan looked at Ling Jun in surprise, then asked in a low voice, "Who are you, how do you know magic?"

In this day and age, spells, demonic techniques, and ghost skills were all high-grade cultivation techniques that were not passed down. Although there were many cultivators in the world, they had all cultivated their magic and the sword. Even though he was a member of the Zhu Family, he had yet to reach the level where he could pass on spells. A swordsman had to break through to become a Sword Saint, and a spellcaster had to break through to become a Shakyamuni to learn the clan's secret arts. This was the iron law of the new kingdom. If anyone found out that the family was in violation of the rules, they would immediately kill the person involved. A family that severely punishes the person in question.

Zhu Qiuyan had just reached the peak of Sword Defense, and in front of her were the Soul Sword, Spirit Sword, and Sword Master levels. Learning magic? This was a privilege that belonged only to the elders of the clan. You're asking me, a sword wielding kid, can't you use witchcraft? You must be trying to provoke me!

Ling Jun then replied, "A Magus is not a Witch, and a swordsman is not a sword. The new kingdom is not far from its demise!"

"Bullsh * t, traitor! Don't try to seduce the masses with your lies! "Give me your life." Zhu Qiuyan moved the dragon and serpent with her sword, performing the second Wind and Cloud Slash.

Sword light flashed as a hurricane arose. It was not a hurricane but sword aura. The Sword Qi split the sky open. It was said that the true might of the Tyrant Sword Ten Slashes could destroy the heaven and earth. Zhu Qiuyan firmly believed this.

The Ten Slashes of the Tyrant Swords, one of the nine great techniques of swordsmen, was not just for show. Of course, he did not know that the founder of this sword technique was present in front of him.

Bang! The sword Qi hurricane broke through the Illusory Spirit Barrier and landed on a house a hundred zhang away.

Boom, the collapse of the house, ten thousand people demented.

Zhu Qiuyan was even more dumbfounded, the person in front of her was actually standing right in front of her, completely unharmed. Furthermore, his face was full of smiles. The most hateful thing was that he was still talking about witchcraft. " If you don't know any spells, you aren't worthy of the surname 'Zhu'! "

"Thief, prepare to die!" Zhu Qiuyan held her sword horizontally in front of her chest and released the power of her primordial spirit to launch the third cut in the Qi Sea. He poured the power of his primordial spirit into the blade, erupting with the power of life. It was a sword attack.

There were four types of sword cultivators that could sense swords: Sword, Rising Sword, Unity Sword, and Sword Transformation. Those below the Spirit Sword cultivation level all used swords, and the master was the sword, while the king was the sword. Only a Saint would be able to transform the sword.

Even though Zhu Qiuyan, who was in the Sword Resisting Stage, wanted to use the Qi Sea Soul Division, she was still shocked! Now that he had regained his senses, how terrifying would a Sword Saint be? What kind of heaven-defying power would erupt from both the Sword Saint and the Witch Saint! Wasn't the cultivation direction of the new kingdom exactly what he had thought it would be? If he wanted to rise up in a country ruled by multiple saints, his path would be extremely difficult.

Back then, when he had been sealed, he had gathered the power of the Six Saint. If the six Saints of the Shaman, Mage, Ghost, Sword, and Demon combined together, perhaps one would be enough. Back then, he had only comprehended the three Saints of Shaman, Mage, and Sword.

Since you have already walked my path, I will definitely step into the pinnacle. One with the Six Saints!

"The white light emitted by the golden sword is terrifying even to the extreme. At the very least, right now, he is unable to use this move." [The Body Securing Curse.] Ling Jun gave a soft shout, and waves began to spread out from his palm. A dark, round shape appeared under Zhu Qiuyan's feet. The shadow moved upward along his feet in a network, binding his body.

The art of insinuations was an enormous system of witchcraft of the Witch Clan. It could be said to be a magic technique used by witches. The Body Securing Curse was only a beginner level spell. The most important thing was to escape.

Of course, Ling Jun wasn't here to escape. The person he was waiting for hadn't arrived yet. Since Zhu Xian had established the Tyrant Sword's Ten Slashes as his family's cultivation technique, then Yan Hun, who he hadn't been able to sense for a long time, must also be at the Zhu Family.

Even if Zhu Qiuyan knew what Yan Hun was, she might not know where it was with his status. His father, General Zhu Changxin of Terra City, might have known.

He might not be able to beat a swordmaster like Zhu Changxin, but it wasn't like he couldn't tell him the truth.

Stopping Zhu Qiuyan, Ling Jun faced the children of the Eastern Soil City and said, "Every slave has had a glorious past. They are descendants of the ancient country. The people of the most powerful empire. This is how you treat them today. Tomorrow they will do the same to you. Remember, peace is not built on slavery. "

The words were loud and forceful. Ling Jun's voice spread to every corner of the square. He did not deny that he wanted revenge, nor did he speak of the good times in his heart. This was because he had experienced a failure once, at the moment when he thought that he had achieved his dream.