C4 (1/2)
”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.
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, even her spirit revealed a mocking smile, ”You're 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!