C7 (1/2)

Ling Jun's words also stimulated Zhu Changxin, who challenged the swordsmanship of a magic cultivator. ”Do you really think that you can do whatever you want as long as you are from the royal family?” Very well, let me experience your invincible three slashes! ”

Invincible Three Slash? That's a good name. Ling Jun sneered, ”There is no such thing as an invincible art, only an invincible man!”

Ling Jun waved his sword, and the sword in his hand disappeared from the eyes of the crowd.

Zhu Qiuyan raised her head towards the sky and let out a surprised cry, ”Flying Sword Slash.”

Zhu Changxin closed his eyes, and sensed some movement from the acupuncture points on his spiritual altar.

Bang! The sword that had disappeared was sent flying.

Peng, Ling Jun suffered another blow on the chest, and this time, it was Zhu Changxin's fist that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The biggest advantage of swordsmen was that they were fast enough. With his mastery as a swordmaster, Zhu Changxin naturally brought this advantage to bear.

He was fast, and his spirit was even faster. When he was punched in the chest, he not only grabbed Zhu Changxin's shoulder, but also cast a hidden illusion on him. After he had succeeded, he once again used the Illusionary Spirit Art to seal himself and Zhu Changxin.

If it was a thousand years ago, he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. With his level of cultivation, if he were to use his hidden illusions on the members of the Witch clan, he would definitely end up in an illusion.

The moment he came into contact with the spiritual energy, a flash appeared in front of his eyes. He focused his mind and actually saw his ancestor, the Marshal of the Empire, Zhu Xian.

”Where is my Heavenly Sword?” The spirit went straight to the point.

Zhu Changxin hurriedly bowed down, his face full of tears. ”Replying to ancestor, Holy Sword Yan Hun, has been placed in your ancestral hall in Jincheng.” What kind of reverend was that? It was obviously confiscated by the imperial family. This was the common sorrow of the founding fathers and their descendants. Back then, Zhu Xian held the military power. However, once he died, the real military power would fall into the hands of the Xin family, even though the current patriarch, Zhu Xianjian, was the Minister of War and the Primordial Spirit of the Military. Two positions. In reality, he had risen and fallen, and his reputation was not as it should be.

Zhu Qiuyan couldn't stay calm any longer. She kneeled down in front of a young boy, her face filled with tears. He brandished his sword and slashed at Ling Jun.

Bang, bang, the Fantasy spirit wall trembled, and Ling Yu was distracted. Zhu Changxin suddenly woke up. With an explosive shout, he used both of his hands to form a sword and aimed it at Ling Jun's heart.

With a flash, his spirit body retreated and exploded with true energy, condensing it into a rock shield.

Boom, boom, the Rock Shield shattered. Ling Jun's body suddenly bent. Blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Zhu Changxin and his son couldn't stand it any longer. Even if he is a member of the royal family, he must be killed. In this strictly hierarchical world, it was simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation for the capital's earth city general to kneel down and kowtow to such a wild brat.

Those who disgraced others would be killed.

The furious Zhu Changxin did not even give Ling Jun a chance to retaliate as he sent out thirteen slashes in quick succession. The sword went straight for both vital points.

”It seems that I am still unable to break free from the shackles of fame and wealth from my previous life.” After being hit by three sword strikes from the lower leg, both of them received one strike from Zhu Changxin's lower abdomen and one strike from his shoulder.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! As the sound of thunder rang out, the sword light dissipated and the mountains turned into dust. This was the might of a Sword Saint.

Ling Jun's thunder attack had only pushed the Zhu father and son ten zhang back. This was also because Zhu Changxin had Zhu Qiuyan to save. If there was only Zhu Changxin, he would have another sword wound added to his body.

”Yan'er, how are you?” Zhu Qiuyan asked anxiously while shaking her closed eyes.

”The revival of the ancient country is unstoppable.”

”Zhu Changxin was about to give chase, but was stopped by Zhu Qiuyan.” ”Father, is this really the Loud Thunder Slash?” The peak-stage Sword Emperor could not even withstand a single strike from someone who had seen the second layer of the sword. His enthusiasm for the sword was severely bruised.

Zhu Changxin gritted his teeth and said fiercely, ”Too much, too much! I will go to Fire City and ask the Patriarch for an explanation. ” As a member of the Witch clan, he was actually hit by the illusion of a secret message. What drove her crazy was that the caster was a character that she could crush easily.