The Art of the Great Sword

After walking deep into the hall, Zhou Heng finally saw the figure sitting on the seat in front of him.

Lu Ningwei is still wearing a white dress, but her temperament is much more transcendent than before.

If it was just pure beauty at first, now it has a noble temperament that ordinary people cannot look directly at, allowing her to overlook all living beings.

"Why did you come to me?"

Lu Ningwei asked lightly.

She didn't have much impression of Zhou Heng, she only knew that he was an ambitious prince.

Unfortunately, his strength is not worthy of his ambition.

"Miss Lu, this time I am going to the Sword Dynasty to participate in the Tianjiao Battle and compete with a group of Tianjiao for the Tianjiao List."

Zhou Heng said straightforwardly without being verbose, "Fang Qingyang is now prosperous in the Sword Dynasty and has become a great swordsman. I heard that his goal is to reach the top of the Tianjiao List, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"so what?"

Lu Ningwei didn't even raise her eyelids.

The former fiancé is no longer on the same level now.

For Lu Ningwei, what she clings to is the Liu clan, a family that is the absolute hegemon in Dongzhou. As for Fang Qingyang...

Not to mention that he has no backers in the Sword Dynasty, even if he really reaches the top of the list of geniuses, so what?

I want to crush him to death, but I just move my fingers!

"I will go to the Sword Dynasty to kill him. However, as a great sword cultivator, I am not that confident. To be on the safe side, I came here to meet Miss Lu and ask for some means!"

Zhou Heng raised his face, full of sincerity, "Even though Fang Qingyang's existence does not pose any threat to Miss Lu, toads do not bite but are very ferocious. Now that there is a chance, you can kill him without taking action. As long as Miss Lu is willing to agree, I will definitely come to see him with his head in his hand!”

Lu Ningwei thought about it briefly. It didn't matter to her whether Fang Qingyang died or not. He was just a piece of garbage that had been thrown away long ago. He was the difference between a dog and a human!

Now that he has reached the level of supernatural power, when he officially reaches the top of the Heavenly Fire Sect, he can lead the Heavenly Fire Sect to merge into the Liu Clan as the sect leader.

Although the Sky Fire Sect is not strong, the position of the sect leader is real!

Joining as an ordinary genius and joining with the leader of the Sky Fire Sect are definitely two completely different treatments.

Calculating it this way, that day is not far away.

"You just want to ask for a spiritual weapon or a spiritual pattern."

Lu Ningwei raised her beautiful face and said in a calm voice, "You are sure to kill him. You came to me to make more money and have more trump cards, right?"

Seeing that his thoughts were seen through, Zhou Heng smiled and said, "Isn't it true that Miss Lu is more wise? That's true, but that kid is really difficult to deal with. Back then, so many of us surrounded him and killed him, but he ran away... .”

"I have a low-level princely realm spirit weapon here."

Lu Ningwei raised her jade hand, and a magic sword with a scabbard instantly flew into Zhou Heng's hand, "This sword is called the Great Qianyuan Sword. It is very powerful. Injecting blood essence can temporarily increase the power of this sword."

Ding.

Zhou Heng's mind was shocked. This is a low-level prince-level spiritual soldier. Just borrow it?

Then, a burning light appeared in his eyes.

Even though he is the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, his strongest magic sword is only at the upper level of magical power.

As for the princely realm spiritual weapons, he didn't even dare to think about them. Every one of them was a treasure, controlled by a big force, and there was no way it would fall into his hands.

"If you kill Fang Qingyang, this sword will be given to you."

Lu Ningwei waved her hand, seemingly not caring at all about the ownership of the sword.

This is exactly who she is now!

As a descendant of Liu Mu, she has the confidence to do this!

"Thank you Miss Lu!"

Zhou Hengda was overjoyed, and he realized that this time he did not come in vain.

Great harvest!

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...

The next day.

Zhou Heng, escorted by a group of genius monks, went to the Sword Dynasty.

When he arrived, he didn't rest and immediately visited Prince Jiang's Mansion.

"Your Majesty, no one will be seen."

The servant at the door had a cold look on his face. He was used to being in Prince Jiang's Mansion and had long developed a pair of piercing eyes. Although Zhou Heng was dressed unusually, he looked like an outsider at first glance.

Outsiders want to see the prince?

Do you have this qualification?

"Please go in and report that Zhou Heng, the crown prince of the Zhou Dynasty, wants to see you."

Zhou Heng was not annoyed at all when his servants made things difficult for him, and handed over a few spiritual stones with a smile.

The servant glanced at it and accepted it calmly, "I can inform you, but whether I see you or not is not up to me."

"Prince, are you so polite to a servant?"

Next to him, a monk said angrily.

"You don't understand Prince Jiang's position in the Sword Dynasty."

Zhou Heng smiled lightly. He had developed a good temper through the ups and downs over the years. In order to achieve his goals, a little effort was nothing.

After a while, a servant came in and said, "You can come in, but only you can enter."

"Wait for me outside."

After Zhou Heng said these words, he straightened his clothes and stepped into Prince Jiang's Mansion solemnly.

A middle-aged man with a fair face and elegant demeanor sat on the main seat. He reached out and picked up a cup of tea, sipping it gently with an expression of enjoyment.

He is the deputy sect master of Yaochi Holy Land, the ninth prince of the Sword Dynasty, Jiang Ding who has created countless miracles and myths.

"I've met Prince Jiang!"

Zhou Heng knelt down on one knee and honestly presented the gift with both hands, "These are some beautiful jade unearthed from our Zhou Dynasty. They are so beautiful that they can have a calming effect when mounted on clothes. Please accept it, Your Majesty!"

The servant took the gift and handed it to Jiang Ding.

He glanced at it and put it aside. "As the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it's fine for you to come to my Sword Dynasty to participate in the Tianjiao War. What's your request when you come to me as soon as you arrive?"

"Prince Jiang, it's a long story. Ye Qingcang, who was driven out of the Sword Dynasty by you after cutting off a finger, has returned now and brought a disciple named Fang Qingyang. I know these little things are definitely not in your eyes, but someone has to come forward to deal with them!"

Zhou Heng raised his face and smiled, "Let me be the one who solves them, as a gift to Prince Jiang!"

"You?"

Jiang Ding glanced at Zhou Heng, "I am quite capable, but it's a pity that I was born in a small place. Even if I have the opportunity, my future prospects are destined to be limited."

Zhou Heng laughed dryly, "Prince Jiang, it's easy for your disciple to kill him, but it will cause some unnecessary troubles, such as pressure from Dongchuan Academy. You may not be afraid, but it's better to have less trouble than more!"

"What do you suggest?"

Jiang Ding smiled.

Zhou Heng's acting skills seemed very poor to him, and his ambitions were exposed.

But he also found it very interesting, and wanted to see what Zhou Heng had in mind.

"Why not let me take action and kill Fang Qingyang in the Tianjiao Battle? I have a grudge against him, so killing him is reasonable, and killing him in the Tianjiao Battle is fair, even General Zhenchuan Murong Jiu can't say anything."

Zhou Heng bowed, "I only ask... the prince can give me a treasure so that I can be sure of beheading him!"