The Northern Sword God
Spying Activities
Sima Yong stared lightly at the crowd of people watching the fight between the witches that night. He knew, at this time the existence of the witches and Magi had been revealed after they had openly fought magic earlier.
But he is also conscious. Among the crowd, there were clearly a lot of witches who mingled with the ordinary people or so-called commoners. His eyes then swept and stared coldly at the night sky - the one in the third layer and the fourth layer he saw the whereabouts of many Afrits and Marid, who were, subtle-spirit creatures that are subordinated to witches.
Such ethereal spirit beasts were clearly the manages of their master mages to spy on battles, then would take advantage for personal gain.
With a tiger-like poked look and a threatening voice he said,
"I will not be a mentolirer and have mercy on anyone among the Magi who is trying to snatch the Relic Prize in my hand
You should all respect the decision of the Holy War and not be greedy to snatch the dragon relics from my hands.
As the victor of the Holy War of the century I reiterate once again. Whosoever still pursues me for this Relic and Noble Phantasm, death is a gift that you will receive"
All quiet... The sound of the wind sounded slow.
After saying that, Sima Yong then took out the Noble Phantasm that was the Teleportation Magic Wand. The short stick was held in his right hand - which was held up high with his body floating in the air.
Teleportation !
When Sima Yong finished by chanting his teleportation spell, the sky formed a black hole-like black circle. Then accompanied by the appearance of the black hole, lightning struck that made the appearance of young people look like saints holding sticks in their hands.
He then vanished in the black hole that came out of the sky - all of that happened so quickly, in just a blink of an eye.
Wush !
The sky turned dark again, only displaying a moon that seemed timid to present itself as half full. There was no trace left, even the dust of the four figures he had fought with the youngster had vanished from the night wind.
The crowd from the direction of the western Tepian City dispersed. Likewise with the crowd of refined spirits - the slaves of the witches, instantly dispersed. The Holy War Winner has gone. There's nothing to watch anymore.
The West Bank city that night was instantly blown away with news of the battle between the sorcerers. All this time no one had expected the existence of magicians like the one they had just witnessed just now.
But after witnessing the splendor and battle prowess of a sorcerer who was not inferior to the fight between SAGE - from then on practitioners became more cautious of the combat abilities of someone who relied on that magical power.
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Sima Yong emerged from the void on the western outskirts bordering the Northwest. He stood on the rock cliffs surrounded by a dark night. The youngster then whistled very loudly - using the power of Qi and a special channel that only his Phoenix mount could catch.
He waited and stood firm with a robe waving in the blowing night wind. After a drink of tea, from the direction of the sky there was a roaring sound, like the sound of the flapping of the wings of an eagle. Following after that voice, there appeared a large figure with small flames swooping towards where he stood.
The young man then jumped into the air, then did a three-round jump and stood on the back of the Phoenix.
"Come Phoenix. When flying to the South meet relatives and friends.give the best speed you have "
The phoenix flapped its wings twice, instantly its body darted like teleportation - moving dozens of spears forward.
"O Southern people, look forward to my arrival" his face was overjoyed.
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Silver Continent - The Cursed Desert
The sun just set. On the eastern side of the desert, there are many bonfires that have been lit by a flock of thousands of soldiers who sit around the light of the heat source, even in battle armor, even in a battle armor, still feeling cold with the desert air.
From a distance flickering bonfires they were seen glowing like gemstones, beautiful to look at, and striking among the dust-filled sand in the barren land.
The spirit ships and war machines seemed to be starting to crackle, loud ringing the sign of the northward attack movement in the fortress is just waiting for time - the fortress is where the practitioners of the northern country by building a fortress called 'Defense Fort' to counter the attack from the East.
On that dark night, there appeared to be a figure floating in the sky approaching the camp of the eastern army, which in its robe was fluttering in the wind, and it looked like he was not bothered at all when a great many arrows were fired from the campground to bake himself.
Tsing - tsing - tsing !
The figure was a young man, dressed like a Taoist Priest, with hair in a high loop and a ribbon of simple cloth. What attracted him from the man's appearance was that one of his sleeves looked like it was empty. It can be ascertained that the expert is a single-armed practitioner.
Nonetheless, the flaws with just one arm did not detract from his appearance. His face looked radiant - full of energy and looking handsome. The one-armed man lightly waved his right hand, then hundreds of arrows shot towards him, fell to the ground.
"He's a SAINT realm practitioner" shouted the group of soldiers in the Eastern region of the Cursed Desert.
The one-armed young priest made a twisting motion in the air after he counted and estimated the number of troops from the direction of this Eastern Desert, intending to turn north.
Just as this one-armed man twisted his body and was about to return to the northern defensive fortress, a single body figure suddenly jumped into the air.
Suiettt !
The figure was an officer wearing a special officer's armor, he whistled with a very loud voice, with a sharp sword that made a straight piercing motion towards the man's one arm.
The sound of the sword squeaking rang out heart-slicing, the sword omen in use using an extremely powerful energy.
"Death !" yell all the soldiers in unison.
The soldiers who saw the gallant officer were cheering and verbally abusing with insults to the one arm man who had been locked in the sword pressure.
Yet all the cheers of the soldiers from the Eastern Desert became silent. All watched as the one-armed young priest made a twisting motion in the air, a beautiful leap. His outstretched right hand quickly greeted the sword prick.
"Kraaak !"
All the soldiers who were originally cheering to celebrate the victory of their officers, were now just staring in disbelief, at that time the sword that was pierced by their officers had been pinned with two fingers of the priest with one arm with a very fast technique.
While the sound of the crutch is a sound that arises due to the clasp of the priest's finger which then broke the officer's sword into two parts.
"Imust !"
"That's a special sword, how is it possible?" screams don't trust the army.
Not stopping just there, the single-arm priest again spun in the air in a supple and beautiful movement. His legs consecutively exerted a three-kick technique - landing on the officer's chest from the Eastern Desert.
The officer instantly felt a tightness in his chest. Luckily he wore special armor for officers. Otherwise the possibility of his chest would be destroyed!.
Buk - buk - buk !
Hoeks !
The officer then floated off behind a few spears away, then he spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood. When floating earlier, his body looks like a kite broke off and ended with a sound of bededum, landing on the desert sand. The sand then forms a hole like a large mushroom.
The single-armed priest was seen using kick power, then landed on desert land, then with a single teolan to borrow power from the ground - his body hurtling rapidly into space. He darted flying quickly, leaving behind a cold gaze with eyeballs glaring like tigers - towards the gathering of soldiers.
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