From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 558 Sleeping
[Death Realm], activated for the 4320th time.

Overall level: LV74
Martial Arts·Undercurrent·Hundred-round Slash

At this time, the entire Sword Slave Island was filled with strong winds tearing apart steel. Materials and flesh and blood, such as buildings and Sword Slaves, were disappearing into the invisible. Like a substantial blue tornado, Al let out a howl of unknown meaning, and his spirit It should have been on the verge of collapse, but as one of the important players on the future stage, the energy of destiny protected the soul that was riddled with holes.

Jiang Yuan didn't draw his sword, he just waved his hand, and the surging wind tore apart everything in front of him.

The boredom brought about by thousands of repetitions is incomparable to those days of constantly swinging the sword.

……

[Death Realm], activated for the 54,500th time.

Because Al's level is too far away from his own, the experience value gain has dropped to the freezing point, but it is not completely absent. The Holy Stone can still draw a pitiful amount of power from it.

Comprehensive level LV100, [Extreme] Transcendent

Martial Arts·Undercurrent·Maximum Round Slash

A little tiredness came over, and the full level made the Nirvana system feel the opportunity for Nirvana.

Back in time, the two had just met.

Al knelt on his knees, staring blankly at the sky. Blood flowed from his eyes, mouth and nose. The energy of destiny dissipated with the wind. In fact, after ten thousand times, it was not up to him whether the [Death Realm] was activated or not.

"You can leave." Jiang Yuan said, his words full of indifference. He launched an attack without explanation, killing tens of thousands of times in a row. Under the premise of no injustice or hatred, this kind of behavior is destined to be related to things like kindness and justice. If he is not above, to a certain extent, even if he is attacked by a team of heroes in the future, it will be natural.

There was no answer. When the continuous killings came to a halt, Al's body was shattered and turned into dust. The spirit and the body were qualitatively related, and the limit at the end actually existed.

The sword slaves controlled the audience, and the nine divine generals of the empire were preparing to lead their teams to suppress them. In a corner that no one noticed, [The Strongest] was quietly born.

"Estimated five years."

The time required for Nirvana in the first life is five years, and the second life is about 500 years. As for the end of the third life, it is the final sublimation and qualitative change, but there is no need to sleep for 50,000 years.

"Priscilla."

Jiang Yuan judged the suitable candidates around Sword Slave Island. Only Priscilla, who would become one of the five candidates for the pro-Dragon Kingdom in the future, could barely catch his eye. However, this measurement was from the perspective of a true god. From a secular perspective, the other party was already considered He is a monster. The most important thing is that he is very ambitious and does not need to waste energy to push him all the time. Emilia, who is more qualified, has been excluded from the selection process from the beginning.

……

VIP room booth.

"...The Imperial City will send nine generals to clear it out. This riot is doomed to fail. You don't look like an ordinary clown, so the so-called freedom is actually a lie."

Priscilla used her fan to cover her mocking expression. There was no possibility of winning. The leader on the opposite side probably just wanted to transfer the Nine God Generals away from the imperial capital. One might not be that good, but if similar riots occurred in various parts of the country, Then the protective force around the emperor will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

When the sword slaves heard this, their faces were filled with astonishment. They turned to look at Ubik, who spread his hands and looked helpless. This made everyone understand that they were abandoned children with a tragic fate.

"But it's not all hopeless. The world is tailor-made for me. Since you clowns have been abandoned by fate, why not beg in front of me..."

Before she finished speaking, just when Priscilla was about to take complete control of the situation, a sudden change occurred in the area around the Sword Slave Island in the eastern part of the empire.

The sky was filled with dark clouds at some point, and the howling wind of wild ghosts was deafening. The clouds pressed down, and dozens of tornadoes descended. The violent wind enveloped the island, and an unprecedented whirlpool formed.

The lake was wiped clean, the monsters were dead, and the bones, flesh and blood merged into the whirlpool and disappeared in the blink of an eye. On the other side of the suspension bridge, the Third Knights suffered a devastating blow, with 90% of the personnel reduced to skeletons. The Vicious Man barely protected two of them. subordinates on the side. The sword slaves looked up blankly at the sky that seemed to be falling. The wind-attributed magic power surged endlessly, and a vast and vast sense of oppression filled every corner.

Suddenly, countless green silk threads that looked like spider webs descended and accurately penetrated the heads of more than a thousand sword slaves and trapped spectators. The control of the body was lost. In order for someone to wake up and not have to start from scratch, use With the ability of the Wind Elf King, he restrained the prey.

Countdown to suicide: five years.

On the other side of the suspension bridge, after a burst of flying sand and rocks, the evil man felt cold all over his body.

As an assassin, determining the scent of the prey is the first priority. Because of this, he knows how terrifying and strange is the front. This kind of death crisis is far more than the cyan lightning.

The third seat of the Nine God Generals, overall level LV73
The empire's top assassin, in addition to being completely invisible, also has the famous ability called [Blessing of the Past], which can rewind the creatures it touches to the state of ten years old, including but not limited to physical fitness, energy limit, and thinking speed. , cognitive level.

The evil man was unwilling to die like this, so he mustered up the courage to take a step forward. As a result, a bottomless crack extended from the side, and it did not stop until it cut through the mountains in the distance.

This is the power of changing terrain.

"Take the next sword and stay as you like, otherwise just listen to me patiently." Jiang Yuan said. He was very sleepy now and had no time to argue with the other party.

"Your Excellency, please speak." The vicious man replied with a smile.

"Leave the empire from today and stay with the former princess, the girl now named Priscilla. Come back here in five years. During this period, I will leave a wind sword in your body, and your life will belong to me from now on. ”

"Your Excellency, why..."

"Because you were the only one who delivered it to my door."

The Vicious Man: "..."

Okay, okay (palms)

The endless wind in Jiang Yuan's hand condensed into a small blue sword, and he sent it into the opponent's eyebrows.

Vicious took the opportunity to grab the new strongest's wrist.

A few seconds passed and nothing happened.

The evil man showed an embarrassed smile, raised his hands and took two steps back. He was sure that he had indeed touched the other person, but it was to no avail.

A light that far surpassed the reaction flashed, and a skinny arm fell to the ground.

The evil man covered his wound and did not dare to make a sound.

"Those who can survive will leave safely from the suspension bridge and make their own decisions."

The breeze blew, and Jiang Yuan returned to the center of the Sword Slave Arena. This forbidden area was the tomb he built for himself. Now only those who are contaminated by the energy of fate can get out alive, because he is too lazy to spend his energy specifically targeting it.

The evil man is a guy who is different from the common sense. His dream is to kill the emperor.

Because assassins have been unknown for generations, he is unwilling to die in the shadows like his predecessors, always looking forward to completing a feat that shocks the world.

Drowsiness hit, Jiang Yuan leaned on his sword and closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)