The Northern Sword God
The West Gate
The West Bank City was the largest and grandest City located in the Western Region of the God Filtering Continent. It is said to be so big and wide this West Bank City, to the extent that news reports say that in this City there are so many mysteries and secrets that are not known by many people.
This West Bank city is surrounded by a large fortress, surrounding the city that looks like an endless city. To enter the West Bank City, there are 4 gates, each of the north, south, west and east gates that can be passed by crossers.
People tell me that in the western part of the city, there are often strange occult and mystical events, where they often see strange creatures as if they are not from this world. But no one can prove that the western part of the city, inhabited by witches, is like a rumor that sounds sober.
Sima Yong chose to stay at one of the inns called Dewa Arak Lodges which is the place to stay and also has a restaurant with old arak dishes, which is a place to stay, which the drinkers of water cannot refuse.
Not because the western region of the city has occult events that make Sima Yong interested then choose to stay at the Arak God Inn, which is a, but listen to the news that the Super Sect Leader, the Sect of the Stars Yuan Ban Bao, is very fond of visiting the Brothel Pavilliun House of the Goddess of Memories, and stayed overnight with a comfort girl who was a prima donna there.
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The Star Sect was one of the Super Sects that was feared in the western region. The sect had many branches, which it said reached 100 branches, with branch chiefs who were average in high cultivation.
With 100 branches as well as the high abilities of the experts within, it was rare that when the Sect wanted something, it would become a failure when they carried out their duties the sect master ordered.
By supervising 100 such branches, each branch head has a cultivation above the SAINT realm, then it can be estimated how high cultivation Yuan Ban Bao as sect master mebawahi as many people.
Sima Yong obtained that information, when he had just arrived at the West Bank City and sat down to eat at the Arak God Lodge Dining House. People in the city tend to be secretive about giving information to strangers they just met.
Sima Yong knew.. In this world, although there are many things that are difficult to find out the truth, but he knows that money can buy many things that are considered unable to be purchased.
After thrusting out a small bag of blue manna containing no less than 25 high-ranking blue manna, it was not long before the servant who had been keeping his mouth shut from the very beginning, now singing loudly recounts Yuan Ban Bao's habit of playing women, and the hours he used to leave the brothel.
Sima Yong simply stared silently expressionlessly but recorded in his heart all the clues from the servant.
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That day Sima Yong purposely took a long bath, he cleaned himself as best he could, then put on a large white tunic outfit in place of his ragged club robes at the shreds of Chuluu on that cold night.
Brushed her wet hair neatly, then made a high loop and wearing a long plain black ribbon with a color according to the black tunic tana pattern, high collared it.
He tied his waist with a black silk belt, which made his appearance even more haunted.
While singing a little, he put his feet in black socks and black boots. In fact, even her underwear is black today.
Sima Yong walked slowly out of the Arak God Inn, then walked down the highway in West Tepian City. At that time the sun began to rise, and the winter wind from the north blew giving a cool feeling, tending to be cold. Maybe it'll be cloudy soon, then it's raining.
This West Bank city is very neat and orderly according to Sima Yong. The buildings look beautiful and clean, even the shops with the dirty emperan as he encountered in other cities, really not visible here. Everything is neat in this place.
As the autumn wind blew harder, which seemed to carry the flying leaves of the fallen plants, it was then that he saw a figure of a young boy he knew apparently.
The young man had a handsome face, with a sword draped around his waist, was talking seriously to an old man. Then they rushed into one of the restaurants and disappeared from sight.
The young man was a figure he knew well. Ju Kai, that was the young man he saw - who had once been the great prince of the Central Plains there.
"Now not yet when you.but you are included in the list of karma that must be completed in the God Filtration Continent.
The karma of winning the war against the empire was over, and the karma of helping the Wu Yi tribe had paid off.
Then now I will kill the Super Sect Masters who once hunted me,
It was just late afternoon, when Sima Yong was seen standing silently like a statue, at the West Gate of this West Bank City. Dressed in all black clothes like a dark night, accompanied by a gust of north wind carrying yellow leaves falling makes him look too mysterious.
But no one turned around and tried to observe his figure. Experience teaches, you should not interfere in the affairs of mysterious people, or you will have trouble.
Since yesterday, in the long run he had paid one beggar, to wait for Yuan Ban Bao to come out of the brothel of the Pavilliun Goddess of Memories, to wait for Yuan Ban Bao to come out of the brothel, then it would give the sect Master of the Stars a small letter. It was a letter of challenge.
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As the afternoon progressed the sun began to move towards dark where the sky was colored between orange and blue gray. When Yuan Ban Bao had just finished with his last night's fun show at the brothel. He stepped down the stairs, when a beggar approached and gave him a small letter without a word, then ran away.
Yuan Ban Bao frowned as he read the contents of the letter. He is not familiar with the writing or name listed there "Refiner Grey". It was a letter of challenge to the duel. But he is not afraid.
He thought, "Who is the person in this city who dares to nudge me, Yua Ban Bao a Super Sect master, who has a very high cultivation like me?"
Well true... All of them could be counted with one hand only, all of the experts in the West here who had the cultivation of the Heaven-Crossing Realm Quasi. So Yuan Ban Bao was not at all afraid of the challenge.
"A Realm Crossing Immortal Quasi Expert might not even be too much if it was gathered from the entire region of this God Filtration Continent. This guy can't mess with me" he's overconfident, so he's not alert.
From afar, under the West Gate Yuan Ban Bao saw one young man he did not recognize, standing stiff, as stiff as a statue, dressed all in black as one would attend a mourning event.
When Yuan Ban Bao finally arrived just below that West Gate, the north wind as it blew grew louder carrying many yellow leaves flying. Then a group of crows suddenly cawed, flying scattered like they smelled a sign of danger.
Yuan Ban Bao said arrogantly,
"Aren't you the one who invited me to challenge me here?"
"Are you Yuan Ban Bao?" the black shirt asked.
Yuan Ban Bao immediately boarded the apitam. When that feeling as a swordsman signaled danger.
Then without asking Yuan Ban Bao directly slashed into doing the ultimate sword technique move he had learned. The Sun Splitting Sword Technique was instantly unleashed as many as ten slash movements towards the black-clothed one. It was a deadly blow, an Immortal Crossing Realm expert.
But it's a pity. In the eyes of the young man dressed as dark as that night, this Yuan Ban Bao technique seemed to have a gap. That gap was an opportunity for him to kill Yuan Ban Bao. But it's all too late. Yuan Ban Bao was too haughty and confident.
As soon as the black suit instantly made a sturdy puncture motion, breaking through the gap, it was all done in a very unexpected speed. He pierced precisely with just a single extremely confident, full of impeccable strength that instantly pierced through Yuan Ban Bao's throat.
Yuan Ban Bao's eyes glared, speechless as his life floated.
"You're throwing away too much of your pure air by playing with a lot of girls. Your pure air is hard to gather, then your sword intelligence becomes flawed, full of gaps that are too easy to penetrate" said the cold white shirt.
The sword was drawn, then blood scattered drop by drop, falling to stain the yellow dried leaves. The black shirt wiped away the bloodstains on the tip of his black sword, then the northern wind of the musin fell even more fiercely, bringing flying the blood-stained yellow leaves.
When the leaves fell back to the ground, the shadow of the black shirt had disappeared from under the West Gate, disappearing with the autumn wind.
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