Role-playing system, start as Admiral Kizaru

"Are you going to stop me too? Ye Wuchen!"

The Sea Dragon King gnashed his teeth and called out Ye Wuchen's name.

"Sword Master, it's Master Sword Master!"

The soldiers on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Ye Wuchen coming.

They knew that this was the Sword Master, one of the two pillars of the Federation.

This master was a terrifying existence who had once killed a ninth-level sea creature with one sword.

"What's wrong? Can't I stop you here today?"

Ye Wuchen replied to the Sea Dragon King with a hint of sarcasm.

Then, he drew his sword again and moved forward, and a huge sword light slashed at the huge body of the Sea Dragon King.

"Puff"

The sword light cut through the dragon scales of the Sea Dragon King and pierced into the flesh.

The blood from the wound gushed out immediately, sprinkled on the sea surface, and dyed the sea water red.

The fish and shrimps in the sea scrambled to grab the blood, and the blood of the ninth-level master was a great tonic for them.

"Damn it, your swordsmanship has become stronger again, but do you think you can stop me like this?"

As soon as the voice fell, the wound of the Sea Dragon King that was just bleeding had healed instantly.

"Oh, your damn recovery ability, I don't know how many swords I have to chop you to death."

Seeing this, Ye Wuchen waved his hand helplessly.

Then, the battle between a man and a dragon was about to break out on the sea.

......................

In the sea area of ​​​​Yacheng, Venerable Qingyun rushed over as soon as he received the news.

Although he was called a Venerable, he actually did not have the real strength of a Venerable, and his realm was only sub-ninth level.

Therefore, his speed of travel was not as fast as that of a Venerable.

Venerable Qingyun couldn't help feeling sad when he saw the miserable situation of Yacheng, but he was not sad about the destruction of the city, but the industry in the city that he had not had time to take away.

"How much loss will this be." Qingyun said with regret.

But he thought about it and there was also a late eighth-level dragon.

The dragon's blood and crystal core are both first-class treasures, and its flesh and dragon scales can be sold at a very good price.

Then he began to look for the dragon on the sea.

As for saving the passing human warrior, he had long forgotten about it.

Is there any reward for saving him? Just a thank you, and the other party will give him some treasures that he doesn't even want.

Are these things useful? Even a dog doesn't want them.

I killed him, isn't it the same?

Although the Federation explicitly stipulates that the human race cannot kill each other at will, he is the only one here now, and he can report it to the higher-ups however he wants.

Qingyun has already sentenced Lin Xiao to death in his heart. In his opinion, as long as he doesn't have a background in the Federation, he will be killed directly.

He searched the battlefield but couldn't find any trace of the dragon, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

It seems that this battle is over. I walked around and didn't see anything, and I didn't find the body of the dragon. It should be that the other party killed the unlucky guy and ran away. There is no profit now.

However, at this moment, Qingyun suddenly found an ice house on an inconspicuous sea surface.

Combined with the ice elements left on the battlefield, Qingyun deduced the identity of the person in the ice house.

This must be the mysterious person who fought with the dragon.

It seems that the other party is recovering after winning, which is good, otherwise the body of his dragon will be gone.

Because he has heard of some ice-attributed venerables in the Federation, which he can't afford to offend.

Considering that the other party may be the descendant of those people, Qingyun chose to use courtesy before force.

It's not too late to take action after confirming the other party's identity.

So, he flew to the door of the ice house and knocked on the door.

"Hello, I am a support personnel from the front line. You can call me Venerable Qingyun. I want to ask about the battle situation here."

Kuzan heard the knock on the door inside and slowly got up.

After a short period of recovery just now, his injuries were almost healed, and he got a new set of clothes from the system.

I have to say that the system is very user-friendly, and the clothes for playing roles can be taken at will.

"Please come in, Venerable Qingyun, I have limited conditions here, so please sit on the ice chair."

Kuzan froze an ice chair for him to sit down.

At the same time, he was also curious about the other party's identity, so he asked the system to scan Qingyun.

"Name: Lin Qingyun

Age: 300 years old

Cultivation: Sub-ninth level (not yet comprehended the true meaning)

Superpower: Class A stroke attribute

Special physique: None

Attitude towards the host: 0 (You are a stranger in his eyes, or he may think you are already a dying person)"

Good guy, he didn't comprehend the true meaning but also gave himself the title of Venerable?

And with this attitude, what does the system prompt mean that you are already a dying person?

Does the other party want to kill him?

Then he is definitely not afraid, although Kuzan's clone can't beat it, he can switch his clone and replace the ninth-level clone.

Give him a little shock.

Lin Qingyun didn't refuse this, but sat on it.

After all, even if it is an ice chair, his physical body is the strength of a ninth-level venerable. Would he be afraid of this little cold?

"Excuse me, my friend, are you the hero in the intelligence? Did you kill this dragon? I will report to the front line later."

Lin Qingyun's attitude was very kind, like a responsible boss.

Kuzan thought about it and then spoke.

"If you are talking about the dragon that attacked Yacheng, then it was me, but I failed to kill it and it escaped."

"Really? My friend, you are so amazing. You are in the middle stage of the eighth level and can actually beat back a dragon that even the peak of the eighth level can't beat. I am Lin Qingyun, the Qingyun Master who guards the front line. You are a little unfamiliar, so you should not be from the front line. I wonder where your master is?"

Lin Qingyun then asked, and he sneered in his heart.

He didn't believe that the other party didn't kill the dragon. After all, he found the blood of the dragon.

Judging from the blood, the dragon is likely dead and in the other party's storage bag.

But he can't make a move now, what if the other party has a strong backer.

"So it's the Qingyun Master. I am Kuzan, an ordinary person who carries out his own justice. I used to have two masters, one is Zefa and the other is Kapu."

Kuzan replied neither servile nor arrogant.

"I see. In that case, please hand over the body of the dragon. We need this material on the front line. Please think about the soldiers on the front line."

Lin Qingyun threatened after confirming that the other party had no backers.

Kuzan scratched his head helplessly.

"Ah, it's a bit troublesome, you are like this."

Then, Kuzan exchanged positions with another ninth-level clone of Lin Xiao.

A figure wearing a black robe and a mask on his face appeared in front of Lin Qingyun.

He released his own ninth-level Venerable's aura without any cover, and pointed the long sword in his hand at Lin Qingyun.

"Hey, you are called Venerable Qingyun, right? Are you threatening my friend just now?"

Looking at the sudden scene in front of him, Lin Qingyun didn't know how this person got here.

But he knew that he had hit a wall this time.

The other party's aura was a genuine ninth-level Venerable, and a ninth-level Venerable with a ninth-level spiritual weapon.

"Well, sir, venerable sir, this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding."

Seeing that the other party wanted to kill him, Lin Qingyun quickly begged for mercy.

"I don't know which venerable you are, sir. I am Lin Qingyun from the Lin family. I would like to say hello to you here."

He quickly brought out his backers, trying to make the other party afraid and let him go.