Medical Sovereign

"Don't worry, I won't make you wait too long, five minutes at most."

Hei Shisanrou is crazy, and Jing Qianzhong is even more crazy than him. In his eyes, Hei Shisanrou seems to be an ant that can be easily crushed.

"Baga, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Hei Shisanrou's face suddenly darkened, and he roared angrily.

He asked himself that his swordsmanship was invincible except for his master, so he planned to defeat the two in front of the heroes of the world, so as to make a big splash and let his name of Thirteen Lang of Bingwei spread all over the world.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ning and Jing Qianzhong didn't think of him at all, how could they not make him angry.

In the Fusang resident, a skinny old man in a kimono sat quietly cross-legged in a wooden house. If it weren't for the frightening light shining in the closed eyes of the muddy old eyes, he would have looked like an ordinary old man.

Beside him, a handsome young man in Tsing Yi knelt respectfully beside the old man, and said with a worried look on his face: "Master, will Senior Brother Bingwei be their opponent?"

"Hei is too arrogant, he will pay for his self-confidence."

The skinny old man's voice was harsh and ugly like rust rubbing against each other, but it carried a vague sense of sharpness, which made people feel chills all over.

The young man in Tsing Yi frowned, showing a puzzled look: "Then why didn't Master stop Brother Bingwei?"

If the skinny old man looked at the young man in Tsing Yi meaningfully, he said calmly: "With Bingwei's heart and conceit, he can't inherit the orthodoxy of my Sword God Palace. If he doesn't die, he will become the biggest obstacle to your ascension in the future."

"Master, the disciple dare not!"

The young man in Tsing Yi knelt down on the ground in fear, but in a corner where the old man couldn't see, there was a smug grin in his eyes.

"Hmph! Remember, if you want to achieve success in the way of swordsmanship, you must be fearless, dare to fight and fight, and overcome all obstacles. If you are submissive like you, no matter how good your talent is."

The skinny old man snorted coldly and taught a lesson in great dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, Master, but Brother Bingwei has always been kind to me, I really can't bear it."

The young man in Tsing Yi knelt down on the ground with an expression of empathy and righteousness.

"alright,

Yokoaki Nodera, don't think that I don't know how Bingwei treats you. He wants you to die. I know you have a kind heart, but you have to remember that strength is the guarantee of everything in this world. As the closed disciple of Liu Sheng Sword God, you must show the courage you should have. My Sword God Palace does not need a cowardly heir. With the heart of a strong man, he will never be able to see the ultimate mystery of the way of the sword. "

Liu Sheng Jian Shen hated the education that iron is not steel: "I admire the words of an ancient man in the history of Shenzhou the most. I would rather let me pay the world than let the world bear me. This is the mentality that the ultimate swordsman should have."

"Yes, Master, Hengqiu remembered."

The young man in Tsing Yi replied respectfully, and when he raised his head, his face was already full of determination.

Liu Sheng Sword God smiled gratifiedly: "Hengqiu, don't blame the teacher for being cruel. Bingwei's swordsmanship has come to the end, and his personality is perverse and arrogant, but he is the chief disciple after all. When he makes no mistakes, the teacher is also It’s not good to remove him to help you to the top. This time he is seeking his own death, and others can’t say that he is a teacher. After he dies, you will become the master of the sword in the future, and then personally take revenge for him. At that time, it is justifiable for you to become the chief Things, if you don’t dare to object, work hard, and don’t let down the painstaking efforts of being a teacher.”

"Thank you Master, Hengqiu will never let down Master's painstaking efforts."

The young man in Tsing Yi knelt down heavily on the ground again, and said respectfully, but a look of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, how could the mere Sword God Palace be my Liu Junwei... Uh, no, the place where Jun Wuxie lived for a long time is just a temporary step That's all.

Ding Ning, just wait, when I complete the ninth revolution and restore my previous cultivation, I will surely smash your body into thousands of pieces and die.

He narrowly escaped death in Genghis Khan's Mausoleum, and with Ding Ning in Shenzhou, he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and fled to Fusang like a bereaved dog.

Fusang Buddhism is extremely prosperous. He infiltrates various temples to steal relics, and is hunted down after being discovered.

It's not that Shisanrou Beibei is compassionate, but that he has a habit of cutting off his sleeves, and he likes to play with children the most. Seeing that he has a beautiful face, he wants to take him into the house.

Unexpectedly, Liu Sheng Jianshen saw him by accident, took a fancy to his aptitude at a glance, and guarded him as a closed disciple.

His plaything has turned into his junior brother. One can imagine the mood of Thirteen Lang Bingwei, who bullied him in every possible way with Liu Sheng sword god behind his back, but Liu Junwei accepted it and showed great respect, because if he wants to survive, he must To be patient, to dispel Thirteen Lang's murderous intent.

Hei Shisanrou really wanted to kill him, but Yagyu Sword God was not blind and deaf. After reprimanding him, he brought Liu Junwei, whose alias was Nodera Yokoaki, with him, and taught him swordsmanship carefully.

Hei Shisanrou gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't dare to take the risk of angering Yagyu Swordsman to kill him.

Therefore, Liu Junwei, who was protected by the identity of a disciple of the Sword God Palace, began to plunder, got a few more relics, and successfully completed the seventh round.

After the seventh revolution, Liu Junwei finally awakened the memory of his previous life. It turned out that in his previous life he was Jun Wuxie, the illegitimate son of the Immortal Emperor, and his sexual orientation was also reversed.

Thinking of the son of the Immortal Emperor, who turned out to be a glass after reincarnation, and had his chrysanthemum exploded by Thirteenth Military Guard, one can imagine the anger in Jun Wuxie's heart.

The only thing that bothers him is that as he gets closer to the ninth turn, more and more relics are needed. Even if he collects most of the relics from the major temples in Fusang, it is still just a drop in the bucket, which makes him still unable to find them. Complete eight turns.

But he knew that he must not reveal his identity until he had completed the ninth revolution and completely restored his cultivation in his previous life, otherwise, Liu Sheng Sword God would be the first to kill him.

Therefore, he could only continue to endure as Nodera Yokoaki, serving beside the sword god Liu Sheng, waiting for the opportunity to collect more relics.

Ding Ning had to admit that this Thirteenth Military Guard dared to be so crazy, he really had two brushes, and even fought Jing Qianzhong evenly, and fell into a state of entanglement.

What made him feel ashamed the most was that whether it was Jing Qianzhong's sword technique or Bingwei Shisanlang's swordsmanship, they had already broken through the level of being light and heavy, and entered the realm of harmony between man and nature.

To put it bluntly, if it weren't for his cheating-like flawless holy body, which took advantage of the enchantment that restricted his cultivation, he wouldn't be able to please any of these two people.

Of course, this only refers to his own basic combat power. Once he enters the second personality or the enchanted state, he can easily beat two people.

Bingwei Shisanlang's sword moves lightly, strangely and fiercely, and his moves can't leave the opponent's vital points, especially his own arrogant personality, and that kind of arrogance is also mixed into his swordsmanship, which adds to his already erratic swordsmanship. Gained a power.

And Jing Qianzhong's swordsmanship is open and closed, it seems to be stable and stable, and it can't respond to all changes. Zhongzheng is peaceful but thick as a mountain, so that the elegant swordsmanship of Bei Shisanlang can't take advantage of it.

Although Thirteen Lang is arrogant, he is also aware of Jing Qianzhong's powerful strength at this moment. Now he doesn't dare to hope to defeat Jing Qianzhong quickly, and keeps fighting and procrastinating in an attempt to consume the opponent's physical strength before launching a fatal blow To be famous all over the world.

Ding Ning easily saw through Shisanrou Bingwei's thoughts, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. If he read correctly, Jing Qianzhong should be an earth attribute warrior. As long as he steps on the ground, he will be continuously replenished with energy. Hei Shisanrou wanted to consume his physical strength, that was really a wrong idea.

He is not worried about Jing Qianzhong's defeat now, he is only worried that this guy is too pedantic. He said before that the battle will be resolved in five minutes. When the time comes, he may take the initiative to admit defeat.

But the facts proved that he not only underestimated Thirteen Lang Bingwei, but also underestimated Jing Qianzhong.

If he hadn't been born as a monster, these two would definitely be well-deserved geniuses of the younger generation.

"Shinto No Mind Slash!"

After fighting for a long time, seeing that Jing Qianzhong saw the tricks and dismantled them, he didn't seem to be over-consuming at all, the arrogant Thirteenth Guards was a little bit impatient, and finally used the trick with a loud shout in his heart.

Following the loud shouts, a huge phantom suddenly appeared behind Thirteenth Guards. The phantom was arrogant and indifferent, as if a supreme monarch who ignored the common people, raised his hand, and a huge sword glow seemed to cut through the sky He slashed down with the momentum of destroying the sky and the earth.

"Well done."

Not only was Jing Qianzhong not afraid, but he was delighted to see Lie Xin, his eyes were shining brightly, and his fighting spirit began to boil continuously.

Behind Jing Qianzhong also appeared a terrifying figure in golden battle armor, but that figure was a bit more solid than the phantom behind Thirteen Lang Bingwei. From a vague look, it looked the same as Jing Qianzhong.

The golden-armored general was like a majestic green mountain, holding a machete exactly like Jing Qianzhong, and slashed at the terrifying sword light without dodging or dodging.

With a bang, it was like a shock from the earth, the dazzling light shone, and the people who illuminated it couldn't open their eyes. The terrifying air wave surged, and suddenly dispersed the two huge phantoms. A small mushroom cloud rose slowly, covering everyone's sight .

Flying sand and rocks, filled with smoke and dust, the enchantment began to appear unstable, all kinds of runes flickered frantically, constantly absorbing the spiritual power from the spirit crystal to suppress this terrible shock wave.

After a long time, when everyone was able to open their eyes and look around, they realized that the two had lost their traces, leaving only a huge deep pit in place, and countless cracks like spider webs appeared on the edge of the deep pit, spreading wildly around.

The scene was in a mess, as if there was no life in a thousand miles of red desert, which moved everyone. This is definitely the ability to create such a destructive battlefield with combat power beyond the realm of heaven and martial arts.

Yu Tiejian's face was gloomy, and he stared at the deep pit without blinking. Although he was very confident in Jing Qianzhong, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. After all, there is an enchantment that restricts cultivation, and any accidents are not a problem. strange.

The other Holy Sects and the National Scholars' Mansion were all dark-faced. They knew that just like this, they had consumed enough spirit crystals to keep the barrier running for a day.

"Ahem!"

A violent cough came from the deep pit, and Yu Tiejian heaved a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on his face.

Jing Qianzhong jumped out, his face was pale, with blood stains hanging from the corner of his mouth, his hair was unkempt, his clothes were ragged, and he looked extremely embarrassed, like a homeless man on the street, where he did not have the high-spirited appearance before.

"Master Bingwei."

The Fusang samurai shouted in horror, their status is low, how could they know that Yagyu Sword God had long regarded Bei Shisanlang as an abandoned son, fearing that Lord Sword God would take his anger out on them, he rushed to the deep pit in a hurry, wanting to investigate the soldiers The life and death of Thirteen Lang Wei.

"do not come!"

A weak voice came, and Thirteen Lang Bingwei crawled out of the pit in disgrace, his face was pale and lifeless, and his wolf-like eyes stared fiercely at Jing Qianzhong.