Chapter 78: Sword Beheading the Prince
A voice suddenly sounded.

"Who?"

Duan Hai raised his head and looked around.

A young man suddenly appeared and scared Duan Hai.

"Don't be nervous. You and I are allies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Beiman said with a smile on his face.

Duan Hai became alert. This man was about the same age as him, but he was able to sneak into this place. His strength was amazing.

"The reason why the little swordsman was able to win was only thanks to one person. Without that person, he would not be your opponent. So, you can do it too. I can give you supreme power."

Beiman said mysteriously.

He came out of seclusion, and the invincible heart that had been cracked by Lin Teng had been completely repaired.

But he had no intention or impulse to cause trouble for Lin Teng.

"Are you from the ancient tribe?"

Duan Hai's eyes flickered, and at this moment he guessed the other party's identity.

"Which prince of Nanling are you?"

Beiman was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"Everyone says that the Little Sword Master is brave, resourceful, and intelligent. Now it seems that it is indeed true. You, who is like this, should not be defeated by the Little Sword Master."

Duan Hai sneered in his heart, did he think he was a fool? Did he want to support him to fight against the Little Sword Saint, so that the ancient people could watch the show from behind?

He thought about it and came up with a great plan to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

"I heard that there is a prince of an ancient clan who has been burning, killing and plundering all kinds of supreme magical powers, hoping to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools in one person. This little sword saint's peerless sword is even more powerful than a holy weapon. Do you dare to take the sword?"

"How difficult is this? It just so happens that this boy is a follower of that guy, so I will go and kill him first!"

The Northern Barbarians were immediately enraged and then fled away.

Duan Hai's counter-provocation successfully reminded Beiman of the fear he felt when he was suppressed by Lin Teng in the past.

In order to prevent the invincible heart from breaking again.

He decided to kill the little sword master to show Duan Hai.

It would be fine if he lost to Lin Teng twice, but could he not be defeated by one of Lin Teng’s followers?
He has killed countless heroes of this level, and each one was as easy as crushing an ant.

"This prince just doesn't believe it. Could it be that a mere human hero can become invincible just because he has a slight connection with Lin Teng? This prince can't kill Lin Teng, so I'll kill you to vent my anger!"

The young sword master practiced in the house. The Three Lives Sword Heart Fruit plus his natural sword body allowed him to understand the sword intent by leaps and bounds.

The sword spirit nodded slightly, feeling very relieved. In fact, the little sword master had very good talent, but he just liked to show off and take unconventional approaches.

Now, after meeting Lin Teng, he suffered a great blow and finally got on the right track.

etc.

"Who is coming!?"

"I, the seventh prince of the ancient clan, Bei Man, challenge the little swordsman to a duel!"

"what?"

Suddenly, several divine swords rushed up from Jianlu, and at the end was a white-haired old swordsman. His cloudy eyes shot out two sword beams that were as captivating as sword lights.

Beiman stood with his hands behind his back, not afraid at all of the dozens of human emperors surrounding him.

The disciples of Jianlu were also alarmed and all looked surprised. They didn't expect that the seventh prince of the ancient clan had come.

"Northern Barbarian? I know you. You were beaten by my eldest brother and fled in disgrace. I never thought you would come to my sword room and act so arrogantly."

The young sword master spoke as he stepped on the sword light.

"Humph, today I'll see how your elder brother saves you!"

Beiman wanted to say some opening words, but the little swordsman tore his wound, causing murderous intent to show in his eyes.

The first move he made was the magical power of his ancient clan.

A huge snake tail appeared in the void, and it smashed towards the little sword master like a steel whip. "Do you think my sword house is afraid of your ancient clan?"

Several veteran swordsmen were about to draw their swords to defend the honor of the Sword House.

"Let them fight. This is a competition between the younger generation. A strong swordsman should go against the tide and be neither humble nor overbearing. If we take action, the strong men of the ancient clan will also intervene. We just need to be vigilant in secret and not put our lives in danger."

Master Jian Lulu, the number one swordsman in the Eastern Wasteland, said in a deep voice.

The other old swordsmen then gave up and just looked at the young swordsman nervously.

Defeating Duan Hai made them proud.

I never thought that I would be targeted by the Seventh Prince of the Ancient Clan.

This person specializes in killing the geniuses of all races. He is full of evil. The southern region of the Eastern Wasteland and the Southern Ridge of Beidou are adjacent, so they know this.

The young swordsman's eyes were extremely solemn. The Northern Barbarians were an existence that he had not dared to fight against, and was not able to fight against in the past.

The kind of person who would turn pale with fear just by hearing the other person's name.

But today, he wanted to give it a try.

He drew out his peerless sword, and the hundred-foot-long sword light rose into the sky. The sword light appeared in the air, covering the sky and the sun, like a claw of a wild goose in the mud and snow, hanging in the air but not released, but containing the great power of heaven and earth.

The master of Jianlu was stunned. This little sword master was indeed a completely different person, more than ten times stronger than before.

"Behead!"|
The little sword master's sword directly destroyed the Northern Barbarian's magical power!
"what?"

Beiman's face changed drastically, he never expected that the small character he thought was easy to create actually had such strength!
His expression darkened, and suddenly brilliant scriptures burst out from his body.

Supreme Bone!
Seal the Spiritual Sea!

The young sword master had a solemn expression. He had only seen the Supreme Bone on his elder brother Lin Teng. He knew that this bone was a symbol of achieving the Supreme. The bone was extremely powerful!
The supreme magic directly hit the young sword master, causing the sword hut's disciples to exclaim in surprise.

"The little sword master is in danger!"

"Damn it, this guy has the Supreme Bone, how can we beat him?"

Beiman sneered immediately.

"It's over!"

“Humph, do you think you have a supreme bone that can rival my elder brother? This one of yours was just plundered! It is far inferior to what my elder brother bred! Even if I can’t use the Spirit Sea, I can still kill you! Because I am a swordsman!”

"Forbidden Sword!
The young sword master roared, and at this moment his body was crystal clear, emitting a sword energy that pierced through the sky.

"This is the most profound sword technique in my sword room! Many swordsmen of the older generation are unable to comprehend it, but he has already comprehended it at this age!"

The master of Jianlu looked confused and incredulous.

All the swordsmen in the sword pavilion were stunned.

They lowered their heads and looked at the swords in their hands. At this moment, all of them made the clanging sound of weapons killing. The next moment, the swords flew towards the little sword saint.

Only some swordsmen with high skills can control such strange phenomena.

Ten thousand swords surrounded the little sword master, and at this moment he became the lord of ten thousand swords.

He raised his hand and slashed, and a hundred-foot-long sword light fell down fiercely.

This sword can split the sky and earth, move mountains and seas, and calm the universe.

Beiman's face changed drastically, and he successively offered up several looted treasures.

There are many imitations of holy weapons among them!
It is hard to imagine how many heroes these northern barbarians killed!
However, it was useless. These treasures were all vulnerable in front of the peerless sword and turned into powder one after another.

In an instant, blood swept across the sky, accompanied by a scream that made people's scalp tingle.

"Great Evolution of the Sky Technique!!"

The remaining half of Beiman's body, wrapped in powerful energy and blood, escaped into the void.

The Qin family's supreme skills saved his life again.

All the disciples in Jianlu were stunned.

The notorious Seventh Prince of the Ancient Clan was actually beaten by the Little Sword Saint, and even the Supreme Bone was ineffective?

(End of this chapter)