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"Nonsense, a slave is always a slave. The ancient country has long since disintegrated. " Zhu Qiuyan, who was unable to move, yelled out. He was still struggling to break free from the restraints of Ling Jun.

Creak, creak, creak. The sound of clenching teeth could be heard constantly, and the sword in Zhu Qiuyan's hand couldn't help but tremble.

"You can't even bind a little sword boy?" The Spirit once again applied the Body Securing Curse.

What do you mean by using the same method to deal with us? "A group of slaves want to overturn the heavens?" Brothers, let's attack him together and kill him! "

Anyone who openly proclaims reactionary opinions shall be executed. Which hot-blooded youth would suffer such humiliation like this?

Thump, thump, thump. Several hundred people were getting closer to the stage.

Bang! The furious Zhu Qiuyan's right foot suddenly exerted force, stomping down the high platform. Without the support of the Body Securing Curse, it suddenly shattered. He took advantage of this to unleash his Qi Sea Divide.

The sword light illuminated the originally dark sky. With a flash, a loud rumble could be heard.

Bang, bang, bang. The high platform collapsed, and all the slaves fell to the ground. The Rock Shield that had blocked the third strike was shattered into pieces.

Having succeeded in one attack, Zhu Qiuyan took advantage of the victory to give chase and swung her sword like rain, striking hard on Ling Jun. "I would like to see how the slaves turn over their backs." "Blades and axes, chop!" Zhu Jia Ben didn't approve of the slaughter of slaves, after all, mining and other labor work still had to be done by them. But now he was sure they deserved to die. Puff! Puff! Puff! The sound of a saber could be heard. The head fell to the ground, causing a rain of blood to rain down.

"Your ambition will kill thousands of slaves as well as you." He hated wild people the most. He hated those who encouraged others to work hard. The spirit obviously belonged to this kind of person. In his mind, he was only one kind of person, a warrior!

Zhu Qiuyan turned her sword and performed the Wind-Returning Sword Art. A close-combat sword technique. It was divided into four sword forms, the Clear Wind Xu Lai, the Mountain Wind, the Sea Breeze, and the Thousand Layers Wave. The four moves were like flowing water, endless. This was something that the Sword Saint of the first generation did not intend to create. This was a skill that all swordsmen had to learn.

What a genius swordsman, but he's standing right in front of me!" The corner of his clothes had been cut open in just a few breaths' time. He had received additional damage from the Sword Qi. Zhu Qiuyan's outburst allowed him to see his own abilities clearly. He had peerless divine abilities, but was completely unable to use them. He had a thousand years of insights, but was only comparable to the power of the imperial sword.

He was only able to stay undefeated because of his rich battle experience, and because he was more familiar with Zhu Qiuyan's sword art. The time had come to draw the sword. When Zhu Qiuyan had ordered the slaughter of the slaves, Ling Jun had also decided to kill him.

"Sea breeze." Zhu Qiuyan didn't have so many misgivings about him, after all these years, this was the first time she had met someone who could dodge her fourteen moves. He was fully committed to the battle.

"Falling Moon Slash!" Ling Jun raised his long sword high into the air and waved it, waves of air waves struck against the sword qi released by Zhu Qiuyan.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The air currents created by the two sword techniques collided against each other, neutralizing each other.

After three breaths of time, Zhu Qiuyan's Sea Breeze was breached. The Falling Moon Slash was about explosive power, and it was an overbearing sword technique created by Ancient Country's army deputy general Yang Wencheng from the Tyrant Sword's Ten Slashes. He had comprehended a total of three sword strikes: Falling Moon Slash, Escaping Sword Slash, and Thunder Slash.

The might of these three slashes was not inferior to the Tyrant Sword Ten Slash. As such, after Yang Wensheng was created, he immediately learnt it. Wonderful, no cultivation is a limitation, but it changes according to the user's ability! He also knew how much influence the three slashes had.

Nine Godly Swords of the Sword, ranked third, two places above the Tyrant Sword's Ten Slashes. It was known as the Unparalleled Three Slashes. The process of conquering the ancient country was delayed by 60 years because of Yang Wensheng! Until his body was found, the united army didn't dare declare a complete conquest of the ancient country. He could be said to be a god of war after the spiritual equalization of spiritual power, and the Unparalleled Three Slashes were unstoppable, famous in the universe. The fear of him was still there.

"This is also the reason why the descendants of the Yang family are subjected to inhuman treatment." He would rather let Hei Huo reappear in this world than let the Yang family descendents hold a sword. so that they can live on the path of touching the divine sword for all eternity. " With a single sentence from the Marshal, Zhu Xian, a warrior appeared in the arena.

Did he think that a thousand years later, the Battle God would be possessed by a descendant of the Yang family who had the same name as him? The Yang family had finally awakened the War God, time will give the world an answer. The spirit will give the world an answer. He could not forget the profound call that Yang Wencheng had made before her death.

Boom! * * Boom! * Boundless wind swept through the plaza. When Ling Jun, who had been pushed back ten zhang, stabilized his body, there was a middle-aged man in a green robe standing beside Zhu Qiuyan. The person who had just arrived was none other than Zhu Changxin. He also did not believe that a few slave riots were about to be decided upon a massacre. The higher ups had originally wanted him to personally supervise the execution. What a joke to have the earth city general execute the slaves. He told Zhu Qiuyan that someone was going to rob the training field, so Zhu Qiuyan immediately asked him to submit to her and supervise the execution.

Zhu Changxin, who was sitting at home, also felt uneasy. That rumor was too scary. He kept an eye on the court and heard a loud noise. As a swordmaster, he could tell it was the sound of Qi Hai's Divine Clone.

To be able to execute the third slash at his level of swordplay was a talent far higher than his own. He had only practiced the Fourth Severing of the Sun and the Moon. He was overjoyed, but on second thought, he thought, who in this city could force Qiuyan to such a state? A traitor!

He immediately used the Imperial Sword Technique to rush over and saved his son's life.

"What a tyrannical sword art!" This was definitely not a compliment. If he was even a step too late, his son's life would have already been taken care of. Even if he were to use his sword and shield to dissolve it, he would still be shaken until his internal organs rolled.

The expressionless Zhu Qiuyan stammered and said, "Falling Moon Slash." He didn't want to believe it, and he had no reason to believe it. However, how could a sword technique at the level of Sword Subjugation be able to instantly kill him? It could only be a godly technique.

Zhu Changxin laughed out loud, "Falling Moon Slash? "Then, my 'Thunder Chop'!" He bent his right leg and drew a "Wan" character with his left hand. Boom! There really was the sound of thunder.

Peng, before the spiritual star fire could be unleashed, it had already been concentrated by Zhu Changxin.

Puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

These days, the youngsters were becoming more and more unsteady. They all thought themselves to be geniuses, wanting to cultivate both their bodies and their bodies. Zhu Changxin looked doubtfully at Zhu Qiuyan, who was still frozen on the spot. He disdainfully said, "The last line of magic cultivation is unworthy of the word 'sword'."

Thump, thump, thump. His spirit was once again surrounded. This time, the newcomers' cultivations were all at the Sword Kinesis and Law Level.

When reinforcements arrived, they received an urgent summons from a traitor in the square. There were strangers who vomited blood and didn't hurry to surround them.

Mages at the end of their tether? Zhu Qiuyan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Dad, that's really Falling Moon Slash!"

How could someone like him know the 'Falling Moon Slash'? Although it was created by the Yang family in the ancient country, it was a secret that was not passed down by the imperial Xin family. Would the royal family fight with the Zhu Family? "Impossible." Yan'er, there has never been an invincible person. You can only go further by calmly accepting defeat. " He waved his sleeve and ordered, "Capture this thief. Kill him if he dares to resist."

Understood! My brother immediately held his sword in his hand. When they looked back and saw that Zhu Changxin was still there, everyone immediately got into a good mood. " "Little Fa Xiu, I'll surrender and give you a quick death."

"Commander Zhu, be careful. This brat is a demonic witch!" The teenager that was desperately watching reminded him out of the kindness of his heart.

Zhu Changxin frowned and shouted, "Step down!"

It was too late. The soldiers surrounding Ling Jun were all stunned. And he was walking towards Zhu Changxin step by step.

Zhu Changxin's eyes were wide open as he blurted out, "Mystical thoughts." Spells, authentic spells. Mages, tyrannical swordsmanship. Now, a profound magic appeared. A person who could not even dodge a single blow from a swordmaster could actually use magic? Other than the royal Xin family, there was still the Witch clan that dared to cultivate like this? Zhu Changxin was in a state of disarray, and the atmosphere was very tense. "The Xin family has gone too far.

Ling Jun said: "Looks like you haven't forgotten your roots! Today, I want to see who isn't worthy of my word! " His cultivation base was low, but he could not bear for a swordsman to say that he was not worthy of the word sword. This was an enormous insult to the Sword Saint.