Zongwu begins with the successor of the Seven Swords

Chapter 19 The three city lords came out to work.

"Three City Lords, why are you here?"

Qi Lin swallowed the blood in his throat, smiled, and complained to Sikong Changfeng who was standing in front of him.

"Accident, accident!"

Sikong Changfeng laughed and said, "I originally wanted to see your strength, but who would have thought that Lord Zhaiyue would use his own sword to deal with you."

To put it simply, Sikong Changfeng failed again.

"But don't worry, with me now, no one can hurt you."

Qi Lin didn't answer, just healed his wounds silently.

He pulled up two wind fields in succession, and his true energy was exhausted.

The sword intention was beaten to pieces by Zhai Yuejun's sword power again.

The limbs and bones looked normal on the surface, but they also suffered a lot of hidden injuries.

Ao Yu changed from supporting Xiao Yu to causing trouble for Bei Li.

As a prince, Ao Yu had only experienced such frustration once with Xiao Chuhe.

That time he lost a city, but he didn't feel much about it.

Everyone was overjoyed. Of course, the only three city lords they could talk about at this time was Sikong Changfeng of Xueyue City.

Who is Xiao Yu? He was never completely sure of rising to the top, not to mention that now that guy Xiao Chuhe has appeared, the chance of rising to the top is even smaller.

If today's matter is to be resolved satisfactorily, he, the third city lord of Xueyue City, is indispensable.

Zhai Yuejun shook his fists at Sikong Changfeng and then disappeared.

"Master Zhaiyuejun, can you defeat this Spear Immortal?" Ao Yu's eyes flashed dangerously.

At this time, Qi Lin arrived. He waved his whirlwind sword, causing strong winds to ripple and sweep across all directions, making the air chaotic and disorderly.

Qi Lin opened his eyes and heard the conversation just now.

But the only reason he was still so angry was because he didn't get what he wanted.

"Won't the three city lords keep the Nanjue Prince here?"

Qi Lin added with a mischievous smile: "And I also met the three city lords."

"Three City Lords, I didn't expect that we would meet again in Khotan." Lord Zhaiyue still looked so cold, but his hand had silently carried the black straight knife behind his back.

Therefore, he put the whirlwind sword back into the sword box, pressed his hand on the box, closed his eyes and rested, and the pure vitality of heaven and earth flowed into Qi Lin's body like a clear spring in the mountains, turning into seven strands of true energy, each entering a vein and repairing it. touching his injured body.

"Marquis of Ming, Yue Ji, follow me!"

But who does Qi Lin count?

He is just a gangster who doesn't even have a household registration.

Sikong Changfeng turned the topic to Qi Lin: "And the seven kinds of sword energy in your body are not that easy to transform on the battlefield, right?"

"Neither Wu Xin nor Qi Lin was caught, so wasn't my trip in vain?"

In addition to Wu Xin, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, there were also Tang Lian, Sikong Qianluo and Wu Chan present.

But Qi Lin still hasn't fully understood the meaning of the Seven Swords, so he doesn't want to talk to others about it.

Ao Yu didn't care about his agreement with Xiao Yu at all. He was the prince, and he would definitely be the next emperor of Nanjue.

How could he, the majestic prince, be willing to accept it when he didn't get what he wanted from such a commoner?

After Qi Lin's whirlwind sword energy dissipated, Wu Shuang took back the flying sword and jumped up in surprise.

We are all smart people. Nanjue and his group originally sneaked into Beili without any reason. Now that they were caught, they should leave as soon as possible.

Qi Lin landed without explaining what ballistics and aerodynamics were to this child whose talent was all focused on practicing swordsmanship.

Losing to such a person is not considered an insult to Ao Yu.

Ao Yu felt regret in her heart, a regret that her greed had not been satisfied.

After saying that, Qi Lin grabbed the whirlwind sword, jumped up, stepped on the limelight, and flew into the void like an immortal.

As for the seven swordsmanship, according to the Changhong Sword Master, the seven swords can actually be combined into one, and the seven qi can also be unified. As long as you step into the Great Light Sword Realm, these are no longer a problem.

Wushuang, who was originally relaxed and comfortable, was suddenly shocked. He felt that his true energy still existed on the sword, but he could not let the flying sword hit the target.

"eccentric!"

Ao Yu squinted his eyes and looked at Sikong Changfeng, who was standing alone in front of the city gate with a gun, and soon moved his eyes to Qi Lin, who was recovering from his injuries with his eyes closed.

"It's okay." Lei Wujie jumped up first. Although he was seriously injured, he still smiled and asked: "Brother Qi, where have you been?"

Qi Lin slowly shook his head. He concealed the seven kinds of true energy into different veins. Every time he wanted the true energy to flow throughout his body quickly, he needed the help of the seven swords.

"A bunch of Nanjue people came outside the city. I went to deal with them."

"How is this possible?"

Xiao Chuhe, the number one genius in Beili, entered the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm at the age of seventeen, and is the undisputed next generation emperor of Beili.

Finally he said: "If that's the case, forget it! Let's go."

Sikong Changfeng shook his head, "Xueyue City will be the first to bear the brunt of the impact. I have enough things to do now, but I have no intention of fighting anymore."

"I've wanted to ask you about swordsmanship for a long time. Let's have a fight!"

"Brother Zhaiyue, you're all right!" Sikong Changfeng saluted first and then fought, cupping his fists and saluting.

Ao Yu said these words with a frightening smile, turned around and left.

"What a strange young man!" Sikong Changfeng touched his beard, sighed, and then chased after him.

In the wasteland of Dafanyin Temple, Wangyou left with a smile after the last trace of his spirit was released to relieve Wuxin.

"Hehehe, I must take this guy back to Nanjue, tie him up in the court, and let all the officials reward him."

No matter what, the prestige of Xueyue City's leader is there.

"When Han Yi said that you had practiced seven kinds of swordsmanship, I was still doubtful. Now that I see it, it is indeed the case. You are not afraid of driving yourself crazy."

"Three City Lords, thank you very much for saving me today. I will repay you in the future, Rong Qilin!"

Those flying swords that were flying wildly suddenly staggered like drunkards, and could no longer maintain their original straight trajectory.

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At this time, Xiao Se and Lei Wujie stood up and walked out of Dafanyin Temple from the back door with him, and directly bumped into people from Jiulong Temple.

"He is the prince of Nanjue. If we catch him, Nanjue will definitely invade with a large army."

Sikong Changfeng smiled brightly, waved his sleeves and said: "Xueyue City has always been hospitable to guests. Brother Zhaiyue is a swordsman. If you are willing to come here, I will definitely sweep the bed to welcome you."

"Are you guys okay?"

The two sides exchanged words to no avail, and finally used their fists to speak.

Wu Xin has already helped Dajue, who was possessed by the devil, to lose his power at the expense of his own power.

"Prince, we should go!"

Thinking of the scene of numerous armies under Xueyue City, Sikong Changfeng quickly shook his head. He was not a lunatic, and of course he would not start a war lightly.

"Are you Qi Lin from Beauty Village?"

There is a hidden hint in these words. Xueyue City welcomes Lord Zhaiyue, the Sword Immortal, not Lord Zhaiyue, the Prince of Nanjue.

Lord Zhai Yue looked at this disciple and prince who was very talented in all aspects, but was too arbitrary, and said helplessly: "I will fight with Sikong Changfeng to no avail, but at that time I will not be able to protect you."

Then the people from Wushuang City came, and a group of seriously injured people were completely unable to fight back against Wushuang, who controlled the Wushuang Sword Box.

Qi Lin cupped his fists, but Nan Jue's people blocked him back, so it was time for him to go find Wu Xin.

Wu Xin lets go of his worries and prepares to face all this alone.

"Looks like I came at the right time!"

Sikong Changfeng noticed the flow of heaven and earth's vitality, and his expression was strange, but he didn't say anything. He first looked at Lord Zhaiyue.

"I just had a fight with someone and I have no energy left!"

Qi Lin's words are half true and half false. In fact, he is lazy.

Seeing that Wushuang still persisted, Qi Lin quickly shouted: "Three City Lords, come out quickly, this matter should be over."

Whisper for support.

grateful

(End of chapter)