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And also cut off half of the opponent's body?

The little sword master is also very excited at this moment, he is actually so powerful!

He looked at the spiritual sea that he had sealed. Although the opponent's Supreme Bone had hit and was indeed sealed, the spiritual sea turned into a pool of stagnant water. It was difficult to imagine the power of this Supreme Bone.

It's just that his swordsman's unique skill lies in the sword, not the spiritual sea, and at this moment the seal has gradually come into contact, and the Three Lives Sword Heart Fruit obviously also helps in this regard.

Seven days later.

A big news shocked the Eastern Wasteland and Southern Territory.

The seventh prince of the ancient clan was beheaded by the little sword master of Jianlu!

No magic medicine can save me after I go back.

Suddenly, the Eastern Wasteland was shaken, and countless people were stunned.

"Have a good death! The seventh prince of the ancient clan has done many evil things. He relies on his strength and countless guards to do evil. Do you really think that I, the Eastern Wasteland, have no one?"

"Although this little sword master was wise before, I didn't expect that he would be so powerful now. It's hard to imagine."

Many descendants of great forces were alarmed.

Xiang Beiri was in disbelief when he heard this rumor.

He had fought against the young sword master and knew that the opponent's strength was not as good as his, but now he had advanced so rapidly that he could kill even the seventh prince of the ancient clan. It must be the power of the holy fruit.

"I must become a follower of Beidi!!"

Daoshan was even more excited.

Duan Hai was completely stunned.

"What? You said Beiman was killed by the little sword master? How is this possible?"

"It's absolutely true. It's all spread now."

Duan Hai couldn't believe it. He thought he had a plan in his mind to make the little sword master die at the hands of the Northern Barbarians. If not, he could take away his peerless sword and weaken the little sword master's strength. This level was not included.

"This little sword master is actually so terrifying. Revenge? What a shame."

However, while the Donghuang people were shocked, a piece of news soon appeared again the next day, extinguishing the excitement of many people, and some even watched the show.

The ancient Nanling tribe is furious!

They sent the most powerful men to destroy the Sword House in the Southern Region to avenge the Seventh Prince!

Anyone who resists will be killed!

Jianlu cannot escape this disaster!

This was the first reaction of many Eastern Wasteland forces after hearing this.

"There are only seven human emperors in my Sword House, and the master of the house is only one sword master! These four royal families, the ten royal families of the ancient clan, plus the royal family of the ancient clan, are full of masters. They can destroy my sword house with just a few. !”

The disciples of Jianlu were equally gloomy, as if death was on their minds.

But soon a piece of good news came. Venerable Shuiyun Holy Master came with three Ji Dao Human Emperors and twenty Human Emperors to help!

The master of Jianlulu welcomed him personally.

"You're welcome. Let's not talk about showing the righteousness of my human race. This northern barbarian once killed my holy son. This revenge has finally been avenged. I can't just sit back and ignore it."

Holy Lord Shui Yun said.

The next day.

The ancient army came.

This time the aid was immediately overwhelmed again.

In the mid-air, dozens of hundred-foot-long warships stood suspended in the air. Hundreds of wild beasts and strange birds exuded overwhelming power, blocking the sky and hiding from the sky in panic. There were even ancient creatures hidden in the black mist, carrying... Unknown disaster.

Hundreds of human figures stand in the air. At first glance, the weakest ones are all Ji Dao War Kings. There are thirty human emperors, and there are no less than four venerables...

Standing at the front was a white-haired old man with his hands behind his back.

There was a monstrous sword intent all over his body that seemed to be able to penetrate the void.

"Is it you, Black Sword? Two thousand years ago, you went to Nanling to assassinate the Holy Emperor of the Ancient Clan and never returned. Everyone thought that you had been killed by the Ancient Clan, but they didn't expect that you were not dead!!"

The master of Jian Lu Lu said in disbelief.

"I was dead before. I was too stupid to dare to go against the great Supreme Holy Emperor. Now I have joined the ancient tribe, and I have a new name. My name is Sword Slave."

The old man's voice was very calm.

Everyone was shocked and angry.

This man is the black sword, one of the black and white swords that has become famous all over the world thousands of years ago. It comes from his sword house!

Unexpectedly, a venerable man who was determined to kill the Holy Emperor has now become the favorite of the Holy Emperor of the ancient clan!

What a trick of fate, or what kind of magical power this Holy Emperor has, he can actually twist the sword heart of a powerful swordsman! !

"Today, I personally took the order to destroy Jianlu, in order to repay my lord's kindness of not killing. However, remembering that Jianlu was kind to me in raising me, today in order to cut off the power of cause and effect, I will give you a chance."

"Young generation, you and I will each send out five people, and the older generation, the monks below the Venerable, will send out five people each. Whoever kills more people on both sides will win, and the loser will be slaughtered by others."

Black Sword spoke.

Jianlu's expression was solemn, the other party was well prepared.

But he still agreed.

The young sword master, as the strongest of the younger generation, was the first to appear.

The ancient tribe also sent a person. This person's vitality and blood were as strong as a blazing sun. Two extremely sharp bone knives grew out of his elbows. He looked at the little sword master and bared his teeth in a smile.

"Little Sword Master, you were the one who killed the seventh prince of our clan? Yes, your meat must taste delicious when torn into pieces."

boom!

Suddenly he released his aura.

The little sword master's expression suddenly changed and he said incredulously:

"How is it possible that you are only fifteen years old, but your cultivation level is already at the third level of the Battle King?"

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Lin Teng closed.

"It's a few months faster than I expected. I thought it would take a year to refine it, but I didn't expect it to be absorbed so quickly."

Lin Teng clenched his fist. At this moment, five caves had been opened in his soul!

That's right, at this moment he has become a strong man at the fifth level of the War King.

"Shenyuan is indeed a good thing."

The fourteen-year-old fifth-level war king is definitely a being above the extreme realm.

Many geniuses who are twenty years old in the human race have only reached this level of cultivation.

"The biggest gain is the improvement of the Sealing Art, the Interpretation Art, and the Xingzi Art. These supreme secrets are extremely difficult to practice. However, since I opened the Great Bell Dao Body, one of the nine divine forms of the Overlord Body, I have become extremely familiar with the Dao. There is no threshold for getting close and understanding, and now it is normal to break through to the realm of Xiaocheng.”

Lin Teng entered his eight caves, and he specially arranged each cave.

He glanced at the Tianji Saint, but she was still asleep.

Lin Teng glanced at Ying Zhengdao again, he was also unconscious, which made him helpless, with three hegemons and two half-dead.

At this time, Lin Wuhui suddenly found him.

"The seventh prince of the ancient clan was killed by the little sword master?"

Lin Teng laughed out loud.

The Northern Barbarian looked menacing, possessed the Supreme Bone, and had also learned a lot of secret techniques from other tribes. From this point of view, this man was indeed a genius, but he was mixed but not refined. In Lin Teng's eyes, he was just a pack of embroidered pillows. Just grass.

The only bright spot, the Supreme Bone, was looted, and its power was greatly reduced.

There is no problem in bullying some ordinary saints.

He was suppressed twice in front of Lin Teng, and this time he was beheaded by his follower, the Little Sword Master, without Lin Teng taking action.

"The ancient tribe still doesn't give up and is besieging Jianlu?"

He immediately sent an order to Lao Long.

"Let's go to the Eastern Wasteland and rescue the power of Jianlu. It seems that the death of the seventh prince of this ancient royal family is too little. It needs to be killed more."

Lin Teng immediately went to the Domain Gate and teleported to the Holy Land of Chaos before heading to the Southern Domain.

And within half a cup of tea after he left.

Ying Zhengdao suddenly opened his eyes, and in an instant, the world shook, and several elders of the Lin family were shocked.

"What breath?"

They came out one after another to check the situation.