C5 (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.
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? ”