The Northern Sword God
Zuhsekh !!!.
Of course Sima Yong would not let the ronin touch him with his long sword.
“You think it's that easy to kill me?” hiss Sima Yong cold.
He then used his mind and ordered the Bianfu Sword to move to perform the battle Technique. A level three Sword Intent energy seemed to have been ready to gush out. When his two fingers –jentikan -kan rhythm…
“tik..”
“Wushh..”.
The Bianfu Sword darted forward defying from where came his Long Sword which was deployed using the power energy from heaven and earth. It was a ronin's rare technique.
“Bum..”
“Kraakk.”
The ronin's Long Sword split in two during the impact, and did not stop there, the Bianfu Sword quickly - faster than the speed of the meteor and then split the ronin's body in two.
The ronin's body fell apart, leaving a flaming sword mark and the scent of charred flesh on the remains of the ronin.
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The whirlwind again blew and led Sima Yong towards the battle of the six SAINT Experts. The fast-moving wind - which in the blink of an eye had made Sima Yong stand swinging near the battle of the SAINT Expert.
“I'm sorry. But we don't have to waste time all this time. Let me help clear them” the voice sounded so close as the voices of people whispering in the ears of the six SAINT experts fighting.
Following after those words rang out, a sword that shot down quickly descended from the sky. And in a unique movement that no one had ever seen, it slashed down on one Samurai after another.
The three Samurai were killed in the Bianfu Sword without letting out the slightest scream.
“Suitt...” the sound of three lifeless figures sliding down in a split body.
The three experts of the Great Eagles Empire (Ju Lianyi, Zhang Junda and Hua Shen) could only gawk without a word, looking at their opponents who had suddenly taken lives as the Bianfu Sword slit the throats of the three of them one after another. It happened - again and again, without even a scream or any sound.
Trying to seem calm, Ju Lianyi broke the silence and strange atmosphere…
“Mr Yong.. You really have a very unexpected cleverness” Ju Lianyi's face is still at a loss for words.
Hua Shen and Zhang Junda were silent and stared in horror at Sima Yong. Both of his copy whispered using a transmission..
“Is he really real?”
“Is he still human???”
I don't know what the two Eight-Star Sect Masters were thinking, which they must have instantly also felt their intelligence which was quite high in the Central Region, was now before the young man… it's nothing.
While breathing ...“Huffff... the waves behind always roll the waves in front of” murmured Zhang Junda.
(The point of this proverb is, in this mortal world there always appears someone with better abilities, who will defeat the highly skilled experts who previously existed).
“Celaka... Prince..” Ju Lianyi bolted and flew quickly towards the Spirit Ship. He recalled the two Samurai experts who first flew away to raid their ship. In an instant Ju Lianyi's eyes had approached the Spirit Ship.
Sima Yong and the two SAINT then followed Ju Lianyi and flew towards the spirit ship.
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On the deck of the spirit ship.....
“Prince...!!” ju Lianyu's strangulation along with Hua Shen and Zhang Junda's restrained screams. Their faces were as pale as paper. What power they are still in a long distance to make a defensive move to defend the prince.
Sima Yong did not look panicked.
“Should Ju Qin know what he should do” Inner Sima Yong.
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When the Samurai master's grip technique was already one spear away from the existence of Prince Ju Qin, unexpectedly the Prince threw something towards the Samurai.
“Zuekh...!!!!” the seventh Prince's scream with all his might.
A strange and foreign air immediately suffocated the Samurai's neck. He felt all his movements become stiff like someone being hit by a black weave. He wanted to scream, but his mouth felt stiff. The samurai became panicked.This black magic whispered his waves.
Then with the naked eye he watched, a smoke resembling a black Golok appeared from the void in front of him.
“Slassh The first slash of the magic machete cut off his hand.
“Slash...” Second slash cuts both thighs. The samurai wanted to cry and roar. But his mouth was firmly fastened by the black weave.
“Slashhh...” The fifth or last slash divides the body of a Samurai who already has no hands and feet.
The samurai fell to the ground with no form after five mutalations. And the Samurai could do nothing but glare in horror. When he died, those eyes were still glaring in fear.
All those who witnessed the massacre of the SAINT-capable Samurai fell silent in a gripping sense of horror. Moreover, the soldiers were standing close together on that deck. Nausea filled their stomachs when they witnessed the cruelty of the mutilation caused by the amulet's curse.
What kind of thing did the prince use??? Everyone suspected it must be the work of Mr. Yong. Now everyone's gazes became even more fearful when they saw Mr. Yong.
Ju Lianyi, Hua Shen and Zhang Junda arrived on the deck of the spirit ship and hurriedly approached the prince.
“Prince Ju Qin... are you okay???” ask Ju Lianyi.
Prince Ju Qin was still silent. He was completely shaken to see the effect produced by the “Liberation” talisman presented by Sima Yong. He promised inwardly, not to use it if it wasn't really important.
The Slash Amulet was too creepy. Ju Qin shuddered endlessly.. “It is only fitting that people say, a sorcerer is a very dangerous figure”…
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The samurai who became the opponent of Liao Quon watched with a flick of death in the eye, when all his friends died one by one. Moreover, he had stolen - a glance to see the tragic death of the Ronin who had such high intelligence - had absolutely no meaning when faced with the mysterious gray-robed young man.
“Running is the best road. I still have family waiting for me at home”
While throwing a smoke bomb towards Liao Quon.
While the Flying Horse Cavalry Force instantly became topsy-turvy after all their leaders were defeated. They all fled in chaos without command.
Some of the surviving escaped and disappeared behind the clouds. While some were left behind, dying at the hands of twenty elite troops who were unforgiving with their spear dance.
*Connected*
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