God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen and the Nine Princesses had just arrived outside the Huang Level Martial Arts Palace when they heard deafening shouts coming from the Martial Arts Palace.

Immediately afterwards, a decapitated corpse was carried out from the Martial Palace.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the decapitated corpse and asked the steward of the Huang-level Martial Palace: "Master Steward, what's going on?"

The steward from the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace looked like he was in his thirties and was quite thin. He sighed and said: "Today, a deadly swordsman came to the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace. Anyone who wants to fight with him will All the warriors were beheaded by his sword, without exception, this is the eighth time!"

The face of the Ninth Princess changed slightly and said: "Just use one sword?"

The steward nodded and said: "That's amazing! I have been in the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace for ten years, and I have never seen a young man who can practice swordsmanship so ruthlessly, ruthlessly, and coldly, with just one sword The action was as fast as lightning! How old do you think he is?”

The Ninth Princess said: "A warrior who can kill the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm with one sword must be at least eighteen or nineteen years old!"

The steward shook his head and said, "His name is A Le, he is fifteen years old."

The Ninth Princess was stunned for a moment.

"The fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman is interesting. Let's go take a look." Zhang Ruochen walked into the Huang-level martial arts palace with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, a young man with a yellow face and skinny muscles stood on the battlefield.

He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing tattered clothes and holding a rusty iron sword in his hand. The iron sword was dyed red, dripping with blood.

His body stood upright, like a sculpture, yet exuded a frightening murderous aura.

After killing eight warriors in a row, his aura reached its peak.

Under the impact of that powerful murderous intent, no one dared to step onto the battlefield.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the young man standing in the center of the battle stage. He was also a young swordsman. He could clearly feel the sword intent and murderous intent of the young man named A Le.

Zhang Ruochen nodded slightly and said: "He is gifted with extraordinary talent and his sword energy is at his will. His sword intention has reached the middle level of his sword intention, and his sword intention also contains killing intent."

The Ninth Princess was also looking at the young man holding the blood sword and said: "He seems not to be a pure human race, but a half-human from the demon wolf half-human race."

Zhang Ruochen said: "That's right! He is indeed a half-human demon wolf! Look at his eyes, they are just like the eyes of a wolf. They are actually a light blood red."

At this moment, a cold laughter came from the distance: "Cousin, I haven't seen you for three years. I really miss my cousin very much!"

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the laughter came from and saw a handsome, pale man standing in the stands, looking at him with a smile.

Moreover, there is an acquaintance, Lin Ningshan.

Lin Nianshan was wearing a white chiffon shirt, with a sachet and a pendant hanging around her waist. She seemed to have grown taller, with a graceful figure, skin as white as snow, and long black hair hanging down to her waist.

I have to say that Lin Nianshan is indeed very beautiful, with picturesque black eyebrows, eyes like stars, red lips as bright as gems, a long neck, a slender waist, and straight legs. She gives people a flawless feeling, as if she had never been born. The stunning beauty steps out of the scroll.

"Cousin, don't you even know my cousin anymore?" Lin Chenyu stared at Zhang Ruochen with a very feminine smile, a bit evil.

Seeing Lin Ningshan, Zhang Ruochen roughly guessed Lin Chenyu's identity.

Since the other party took the initiative to call him, Zhang Ruochen was not a rude person, so he walked over and said, "It's been a long time since I last saw him. I didn't expect to meet him in the Huang-level martial arts arena."

The Ninth Princess whispered in Zhang Ruochen's ear, "Ninth brother, don't get too close to Lin Chenyu. This person has bad conduct, evil intentions, and is cunning and cunning. It is not suitable to make friends with him!"

The voice of the Ninth Princess was extremely weak, but Lin Chenyu could still hear it.

Lin Chenyu's ears moved slightly, his eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly, saying: "Ninth Princess, it's not good to say bad things about Lin in front of Lin! This is the royal princess "

Just when Lin Chenyu let out a cold snort, the Ninth Princess's face changed drastically, she made a muffled sound and took three steps back.

When she stopped, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, indicating internal injuries.

Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, "What an amazing cultivation level. He has at least reached the late stage of Xuanji Realm, or even better."

The Xuanji realm is also divided into seven small realms: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the small extreme stage, the middle extreme stage, the great extreme stage, and the great perfection.

Any warrior who enters the Xuanji Realm is considered to be a strong martial artist. When entering the military camp, he is at least a general-level figure.

Of course, in the Xuanji realm, it will be more difficult every time you advance to a smaller realm.

Lin Chenyu is indeed the number one genius of the Lin family. He is only twenty years old and has already reached such an unfathomable level.

At this moment, the ninth challenger finally stepped onto the battlefield to challenge the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman.

You know, the first eight people were all killed by that deadly swordsman. Anyone who dares to step onto the battlefield to challenge him is definitely someone with extraordinary courage.

"The Deadly Swordsman? I, Han Ax, will come to meet you for a while!" Han Ax held a battle ax and stood opposite the Deadly Swordsman.

Under the stage, all the warriors looked towards the fighting stage.

This is the ninth game, and the challenger turns out to be Han Ax, who has the combat power of a warrior on the Yellow List.

Zhang Ruochen also fought against Han Fu and knew Han Fu's strength.

The Ninth Princess wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slightly distanced herself from Lin Chenyu, and stared at the top of the battle platform, saying: "I don't know how many of his swords Han Ax can take?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "If Han Shu can catch his first sword, he can save his life. If he can't catch the first sword, he will probably die."

"Killing Han Ax with one sword? Impossible!" said the Ninth Princess.

Zhang Ruochen said no more and just stared at the fighting platform.

"puff!"

In just an instant, Han Fu's head flew out from the battlefield and fell to the ground like a ball.

Game nine, win!

After a slight silence, deafening shouts and exclamations resounded throughout the Martial Palace again.

"Unexpectedly... he really only used one sword. I didn't even see clearly how he drew the sword. I only saw a shadow of the sword flash past!"

"What level of swordsmanship is he using?"

"It was too fast, I couldn't even see him draw his sword."

"Even the extremely talented Ninth Prince used more than eighty moves to defeat Han Ax when he fought against Han Ax last month."

"Is a more talented young warrior about to emerge?"

The Ninth Princess was also a little stunned and said: "Ninth brother, can you catch his sword?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "His sword is indeed very fast, but it also has a fatal flaw. Others can't see it, but I can. Of course, martial arts in the world are invincible, except for the fast. The speed of his sword is so fast. , even if there are flaws, it can be made up for with speed. If it were a month ago, it would be hard to say..."

Zhang Ruochen didn't say any more and continued to look at the fighting platform.

Finally, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman ushered in his tenth battle.

The person he fought against was an old man ranked seventeenth on the yellow list, Su Heng.

Unfortunately, it was still just one sword strike, and Su Heng died under his sword, turning into a headless corpse and lying in a pool of blood.

So invincible!

Win ten games in a row, each using only one sword.

Even facing Huang Bang warriors is no exception.

Such a young swordsman's performance is even more incredible than that of the Ninth Prince a month ago!

Soon, the person in charge of the Huang-level martial arts palace commented on his performance on the battlefield.

Sixth on the yellow list!

This is because no one can force him to use his true strength, so he is rated sixth on the yellow list. If he showed all his true strength, his ranking might be higher.

The deadly swordsman A Le, still with a cold and ruthless face, walked down from the fighting platform holding the bloody iron sword.

Neither happy nor sad!

It wasn't until his eyes saw Lin Nianshan that he finally showed a bit of softness. He felt that his heart was beating a little fast, and he immediately looked away and said: "Miss Lin, I have fulfilled my promise to you. Win ten games and lose none!”

Lin Nianshan showed a sweet smile, gently touched A Le's shoulder, and said: "A Le, with your such a powerful talent, there will definitely be many big forces trying to win you over. Why do you need to stay in the Lin family? A servant?"

A Le bit his lip gently, stared at Lin Nianshan's beautiful face, and said, "A Le only wants to be by Miss Lin's side forever, and has nothing else."

In his opinion, the woman in front of him was so perfect and holy. As long as he could protect her, it would be a happy thing.

Lin Ningshan smiled and nodded, but deep in her eyes, there was a trace of contempt.

Lin Ningshan stared at Zhang Ruochen, with a bit of pride, and said with a smile: "Cousin, you also practice swords. If you and A Le fight, how many swords can you catch from A Le?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at A Le, thoughtfully, and said lightly: "If someone is willing to protect you, you should cherish it!"

After saying this, Zhang Ruochen walked directly towards the battlefield without even looking at Lin Nianshan.

When Lin Nishan saw Zhang Ruochen on the fighting stage, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "Hasn't he already become a warrior on the Yellow List, why is he on the fighting stage again? Could it be..."

"Hey! It's interesting!" Lin Chenyu smiled slightly, with a trace of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

Perhaps, killing Zhang Ruochen on the battlefield would also be very interesting.

Lin Chenyu waved to Ah Le and said: "A Le, come here!"

"Master, what are your orders?" A Le said.

Lin Chenyu smiled and said: "Watch carefully, the young man on the battlefield, he is one of Ningshan's suitors. You may be asked to kill him later! Are you sure?"

"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people, one is the living and the other is the dead. Either he dies or I die."

A Le stared at the fighting platform, his eyes became extremely sharp, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a sword.