The King of the Sword King

The King of the Sword King
The War Began (ii)


Trang ! sound of two guns


   Mao Jingyi was about to scream when the clash of the two sharp weapons happened. Mao Jingyi felt her sword-wielding palm so sore, her right hand numb and stiff - like numbness. Not to mention the coldness arising from the female sword energy, it felt like it would freeze its heart. Mao Jingyi jumped back and forth, trying to neutralize the heresy in her now-defunct chest


   Mao Jingyi instantly choked in her heart, when it came to something.


"The woman of the road has a strong pure air, capable of even suppressing my dark power"


   Mao Jingyi stared intently at Lin Hong, who was putting on a mocking smile in the distance.


"Death to you. Let you seek your own death, demon woman !" caci Mao Jingyi, who quickly channeled the misguided air from her dantian filled her two hands. He leaped towards Lin Hong while clenching his fist and took out six curved short daggers, from both the right hand and magic fist sides.


   Mao Jinying's body was shrouded in a thick fog, and as a manifestation of his perverted energy, a single image of a ferocious skull emerged from Mao Jingyi's rapidly flashing shadows like a meteor.


"Campus !"


   All the spectators choked their hearts to see the attack of the six short swords that Saint from the west had made. He was intending to take the act of dying alongside a northern woman named Lin Hong.


   The sounds of stifled screams sounded from the northern side of the Cursed Desert.


"Miss Lin Hong !"


   But all their worries disappeared. Lin Hong when it threw something towards the shadow of Mao Jingyi. Lin Hong's mouth uttered a curse in a strangely complicated language heard.


"Generic !"


   Everyone in the Cursed Desert instantly gawked, with a soft shouting voice in shock.


   All became shocked to see Mao Jingyi, like she was cursed so quickly. The man's body seemed to be a stone quickly.


"Magic !"


"Curse talisman !"


"They use all means even dark techniques" many true experts from three corners of the Cursed Desert discuss the techniques and tricks that combatants from the north use.


   Even Yang Kang or commonly called Yang Xiansheng, the sword god represented the central plains that from the beginning had never spoken, silently whispering to a man beside him.


"I should be surprised to see the technical progress and cultivation of that northern jago"


"I even know this woman the same as their Cloud Sword Sect Master. Apparently they had been to our Great City of Yongheng and carried out an act of spying.


   I didn't expect their cultivation realm to shoot out so quickly" the man Yang Xiansheng had invited spoke of as being the number two ranker of the Middle Region's young Dragon List. His name was Tian Cheng, having a cultivation in SAGE level 4.


   But the conversation between the two middle-plain geniuses had stalled. A cracking sound rang out, as the sword in the hand of the female named Lin Hong pierced towards the chest of Mao Jingyi, which had turned into stone.


"Energy of the Orange Ice Sword !"


Prang !


   It sounded so loud as a falling pottery and broke on the concrete floor, as the orange-colored sword clad in ice crystal gently touched the chest of poor Mao Jingyi.


   When it was morning soon to be approaching, because the fifth fart had been heard on the night clerk's tap. The cold morning breeze, even colder than the night air in the desert made everyone shiver and tightly close their jackets or robes.


   The cold spread to everyone's day, not because of the cold morning air in the desert. The coldness was caused by a sense of trepidation that struck experts from the western, eastern and central regions, watching the skills of the heroes of the north.


   The sun had not yet appeared, but light had first begun to appear in the eastern sky. Mao Lao Gui, the Sword King from the West jumped forward into the middle of the arena. Everyone instantly fell silent, recalling the Western Sword King who had come forward to speak.


"I must admit that your northern experts have strange techniques hidden in their sleeves.


   Yet I again wondered in my heart, and may the northern Sword King, Elder Zuo Feng Ying be willing to give an explanation. What is behind the rapid progress of all the martial arts from your northern country?"mao Lao Gui sly eyes glanced at Elder Zuo Feng Ying, the woman wearing the wooden mask.


"I'm sure, all the experts from the Eastern, Middle Eastern, maybe even from the South later, are also very interested in the recipe or the secret of success in achieving high cultivation quickly?


   Will elder Zuo Feng Ying share a secret with us, another region that is also in this Silver Continent?"


   Mao Lao Gui is a descendant of a devious demon race and full of foul play. When he looked, the average abilities of the northern practitioners were extremely high with various strange techniques and tricks in their hands, while the representatives from the eastern region had been knocked down twice, he said, and his representative from the west also died at the hands of the opponent, he then designed a scenario for the central plains people who, from the beginning, showed them like neutrals.


   Mao Lao Gui also knew for sure. People from the central plains have always adored that they are the center of world civilization. Technology and martial arts as well as literary arts are the most advanced on the continent. The existence and appearance of the northern experts had clearly intrigued Yang Xiansheng, and this was Mao Lao Gui's chance to heat up the neutral Central Region group from the very beginning.


   A person from the direction of the group of middle region experts was seen floating into the arena. As soon as he stood majestically in the middle of the arena, everyone noticed the person. His face was mediocre, clad in a long robe-shaped shirt with neat makeup like a young master from a renowned clan or sect.


"SAGE level four !" a boisterous voice whispered as the aura of the young man came out.


   Bowing in greeting the young man introduced himself..


"My name is Tian Cheng, I am from the Death Sword Sect in the Middle region there..."


"It is true that the Sword King of the western region said so.


   We from the Central region also became very curious. Did what made the experts from the north there so quickly experience an increase in their cultivation?


   Therefore, allow me this young Tian Cheng, request the teaching of one or two blows from the eastern region's swordsmen"


   Things get stormy. Although it seemed polite in speech, but Tian Cheng's words were clearly an open challenge to test the experts of the northern region. All noisily.


"Is he crazy?"


"SAGE rank experts are only possessed by sword Kings of all regions of our Silver Continent


   And everyone also knew that, in the Central Plains there, the resources as well as the energies of alchemists and experts were numerous and mutually competitive. So no wonder in the SAGE-ranked Central Plains it possessed even some people who were not nicknamed the king of swords..


   Obviously this Tian Cheng was deliberately looking for a cause" the sound of ridicule and ridicule was heard from the practitioners side of the north country.


   All eyes were now on Elder Zuo Fen Ying, who remained silent in the cold look of the wooden mask. All waited for what reaction the woman nicknamed the King of Swords of the North was.


   When everyone was wondering, who would the SAGE represent the northern country to exchange blows against Tian Cheng, at that time the morning sun seemed dim. There was one big shadow, closing its rays and drifting down from the sky. All gazed with great admiration towards the sky from the east.


   ria was wearing a long robe similar to the officials of the country. The wings are wide, even wider than the eagle. His right hand held a sword and his left hand held a whip, all were DAO-ranked spirit combat devices.


   As the big winged man's feet stepped on the sand in the battle arena, everyone held their breaths as the man made a loud noise, with an oppressive aura..


"Fei Ma - SAGE level two of the Treasure Hall of Azalea City, Great Yin Empire of the northern lands !"


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