Chapter 79: Danger at Jianlu
And he even cut off half of the other person's body?
The little sword master was also very excited at this moment. He had actually become so powerful!
He looked at his sealed spiritual sea. Although the opponent's supreme bone hit it and indeed sealed it, the spiritual sea turned into a pool of stagnant water. It was hard to imagine the power of the supreme bone.

However, his greatest skill as a swordsman lies in his sword, while his spiritual sea comes second. Moreover, the seal has been gradually released at this moment, and the Three Lives Sword Heart Fruit is obviously helpful in this regard.

Seven days later.

A big piece of news shook the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland.

The seventh prince of the ancient clan was beheaded by the young swordsman of Jianlu!
After returning, no miracle medicine could save him.

For a moment, the Eastern Wilderness was shaken and countless people were stunned.

"He died well! The Seventh Prince of the Ancient Clan committed many evil deeds. He relied on his strong strength and countless guards to do evil. Did he really think that there was no one in my Eastern Wasteland?"

“Although this little swordsman was very wise before, I didn’t expect him to be so powerful now. It’s hard to imagine.”

Many descendants of powerful forces were alarmed.

When Xiang Beiri heard this rumor, he was in disbelief.

He had fought with the Little Sword Saint before and knew that the other party was not as strong as him, but now he had made great progress and could even kill the Seventh Prince of the Ancient Clan. This must be the power of the holy fruit.

"I must become a follower of Beidi!!"

The mountain of swords was boiling.

Duan Hai was completely stunned.

"What? You said the Northern Barbarian was killed by the Little Sword Saint? How is that possible?"

"It's absolutely true. It's all over the place now."

Duan Hai couldn't believe it. He thought he had a plan that could kill the little sword master at the hands of the Northern Barbarians. At worst, he could take away his peerless sword and weaken the little sword master's strength. But he had never expected this.

"This little sword master is so terrifying. Revenge? What kind of revenge is that?"

However, while the human race in the Eastern Wilderness was shocked, another piece of news soon appeared the next day, extinguishing the excitement of many people, and some even started to watch the show.

The ancient tribe of Nanling is furious!
They sent out their strongest men to destroy the Southern Domain Sword Pavilion in order to avenge the Seventh Prince!
Anyone who resists will be killed!

Jianlu can't escape this disaster!
This was the first reaction of many Eastern Wilderness forces after hearing this.

"There are only seven Human Emperors in Jianlu, and the master of Jianlu is a Sword Master! The ten great royal families and four imperial families of the ancient clan, plus the royal lineage of the ancient clan, are full of masters. Any of them can destroy Jianlu!"

The disciples of Jianlu were also gloomy and miserable, as if death was about to happen.

But soon a good news came. The Holy Lord Shuiyun brought three supreme human emperors and twenty human emperors to help!
The master of Jianlu came to greet him personally.

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

Said the Holy Lord of Water Rhythm.

The next day.

The ancient tribe’s army is coming.

This aid was immediately overwhelmed again.

In mid-air, dozens of warships hundreds of feet long were suspended, and hundreds of wild beasts and strange birds were emitting tremendous power, covering the sky and blocking out the sun. There were also ancient creatures hiding in the black fog, bringing unknown disasters with them.

Hundreds of figures stood in the air. At a glance, the weakest were all Extreme War Kings. There were as many as thirty Human Emperors, and no less than four Venerables...

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

There was a tremendous sword intent in his body that seemed to be able to penetrate the void.

"It's you, Black Sword? Two thousand years ago, you went to Nanling to assassinate the Saint Emperor of the Ancient Clan and never returned. Everyone thought you had been killed by the Ancient Clan, but unexpectedly, you are not dead!!"

The Master of Jianlu said in disbelief.

"The previous me is dead. I was too stupid to dare to go against the great Supreme Saint Emperor. Now I have joined the Ancient Clan. In addition, I have a new name. I am called Sword Slave."

The old man's voice was flat.

Everyone was shocked and angry.

This person is the master of the Black Sword, one of the Black and White swords that have been famous throughout the world for thousands of years, and it comes from his Sword House!
Unexpectedly, a venerable who was determined to kill the Holy Emperor in the past has now become the favorite of the Holy Emperor of the Ancient Clan! What a trick of fate, or what kind of magical power does the Holy Emperor have to be able to twist the sword heart of a powerful swordsman! !
"Today, I personally received orders to destroy Jianlu, in order to repay my master for not killing me. However, considering that Jianlu had raised me in the past, I will give you a chance today to cut off the power of cause and effect."

"Young generation, you and I will each send out five people. Old generation, cultivators below the level of Venerable, will each send out five people. Whoever kills the most people will win. The loser will be slaughtered at will."

Black Sword spoke.

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

But he still agreed.

The young swordsman, as the strongest of the younger generation, appears first.

The Ancient Clan also sent out a person. This person had vigorous energy and blood like a scorching sun. Two extremely sharp bone knives grew on his elbows. He grinned at the little sword master.

"Little Sword Saint, you are the one who killed the Seventh Prince of my clan? Yes, your flesh must be delicious when shredded."

boom!
Suddenly he released his aura.

The little sword master's expression suddenly changed, and he said in disbelief:
"How is it possible? You are only fifteen years old, but your cultivation has already reached the third level of the Battle King?"

……

Lin Teng has been released from custody.

"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 fists. At this moment, five caves had been opened up in his soul!
That’s right, at this moment he has become a powerful fifth-level War King.

"The Divine Source is indeed a good thing."

A fourteen-year-old War King at the fifth level is definitely above the ultimate realm.

Many human race geniuses in their twenties have only achieved this level of cultivation.

"The biggest gain is the improvement of the Feng character formula, Jie character formula, and Xing character formula. These supreme secret methods are extremely difficult to practice. However, since I opened the Dazhong Dao body, one of the nine divine forms of the Tyrant Body, I am extremely close to the Great Dao. There is no threshold to comprehend it. It is normal that I have broken through to the minor success realm now."

Lin Teng entered his eight caves and made special arrangements for each of them.

I glanced at the Saint Maiden of Tianji, and she was still sleeping soundly.

Lin Teng looked at Ying Zhengdao again, and saw that he was also unconscious, which made Lin Teng helpless. There were three tyrants, and two were half dead.

At this moment Lin Wuhui suddenly found him.

"The Seventh Prince of the Ancient Clan was killed by the Little Sword Saint?"

Lin Teng laughed out loud.

The Northern Barbarian looked aggressive and possessed the Supreme Bone. He had also learned many secret techniques from other tribes. From this point of view, he was indeed a genius, but he was not specialized in any area. In Lin Teng's eyes, he was nothing but an embroidered pillow and a bag of straw.

The only bright spot is the Supreme Bone, which was plundered, so its power is greatly reduced.

There is nothing wrong with bullying some ordinary saints.

He was suppressed twice by Lin Teng, and this time Lin Teng didn't even need to take any action, as he was killed by his follower, the Little Sword Saint.

"The Ancient Clan still refuses to give up and is besieging Jian Lu?"

He immediately gave orders to Lao Long.

"Let's go to the East Wilderness and save Jianlu's power. It seems that the death of seven princes in the ancient royal family is still too few. More deaths are needed."

Lin Teng immediately went to the domain gate to teleport to the Wanchun Holy Land and then went to the Southern Region.

And just half a cup of tea after he left.

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

"What breath?"

They all came out to check the situation.

(End of this chapter)