Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 969 Three Swords
Hearing Ling Yuchen's relentless words, countless spectators secretly clicked their tongues, seeing that today's battle is likely to be endless.

"Ling Yuchen, you are dying, and you still don't admit your mistake!"

Leng Wushuang's eyes gleamed with a cold light, he yelled sharply, his gaze was like a sword, full of anger, he looked down at Ling Yuchen firmly.

Ling Yuchen looked back without hesitation, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Young Master Leng, what you said just now was wrong, and it was outrageously wrong. First of all, I will not die. Why is it that I am dying? Besides, I, Ling, How can a person admit his mistakes when he has never done anything wrong?"

"It's a mistake for you to kill my third uncle by killing me!" Leng Wushuang's tone became more and more murderous.

"Your third uncle deserves to die!"

As soon as Ling Yuchen thought of Leng Tianhui, a wave of anger surged in his heart, "At the critical moment of my retreat, under the guise of exchanging ideas, I will break through the three defensive formations I have arranged, and I will be punished!"

The two exchanged words for a while, refusing to give in to each other, and neither party had the slightest intention to compromise.

At this time, there was also a faint voice from above the sky.

"Ling Yuchen, you killed first, even if you have all kinds of reasons, you are wrong. I advise you not to be obsessed with it. Mr. Wushuang is one of the ten heroes of Donglong. How can you provoke him!"

"That's right. If you plead guilty and admit that you were wrong, General Leng's mansion may not necessarily kill you."

"Hmph, don't really think that I have no one in Donglong. The person who has fought against you several times in the martial arts field is far from Leng Wushuang. Don't make mistakes!"

The words sounded as if they cared, but in fact they were as cold as the wind, concealing the intention of ridiculing him and flattering General Leng's mansion.

Ling Yuchen looked up at the sky, looking around at the blurred figures hiding above the clouds, with an unmoved expression.This is the Eastern Dragon Empire, and General Leng's mansion is a wealthy and prominent family of the Eastern Dragon. He was not surprised at all when these people spoke for Leng Wushuang.

But at this moment, a deep voice came from the clouds: "Everyone, I wonder if it was you who suddenly called at the door at the critical moment of retreat and wanted to kill you, would you still greet me with a smile on your face? waiting?"

Suddenly hearing someone openly speaking for Ling Yuchen, all the spectators hidden in the four directions were taken aback. Someone dared not to give face to General Leng's mansion!

Ling Yuchen was also slightly surprised. Following the sound, he saw a golden chariot. There were two people sitting and standing on it. The one sitting was a fat old man with big ears and a kind face. It was a young man with a vaguely familiar face.

His thoughts turned sharply, and he quickly guessed the origin of the old man. It was the old man Xishan who had only heard of his name and never seen him.This is because he had already remembered that the standing young man had reported his family name when he was trapped in the prison city, but at that time, the Li family's prehistoric powerhouse ignored him.

The spectators in the dark all around were secretly amazed when they saw that it was the old man Xishan who spoke, and couldn't figure out why he would speak for an "outsider".

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Look, there are a lot of people here!"

Everyone looked around in amazement, and saw many figures appearing in the eastern sky, a dense crowd, at least tens of thousands!
The spectators present were startled at first, but soon realized that the cultivation bases of the visitors were all very low, and they were all Donglong warriors in terms of clothes.

Tens of thousands of people came together in the dark, and soon they came close, and they all slowed down.

Seeing that many of the visitors had not even reached the Firmament Realm, some of the spectators shouted in dissatisfaction: "Who are you? Get out of here quickly! Otherwise, you will be affected later, and you will lose your life!"

Hearing this voice of questioning, tens of thousands of warriors covering the sky and the sun responded one after another.

"I heard that Mr. Ling Yuchen is here to fight with others, so I came here to cheer him up."

"Yes, Mr. Ling will definitely win this battle."

"Hmph, I heard that the one who fought with Mr. Ling was Mr. Wushuang from General Leng's residence. I advise Mr. Wushuang to give up, so as not to lose his life."

All of a sudden, there was a commotion.

Ling Yuchen glanced blankly at these people who came to cheer him up, they were some of the people who had escaped from the prison city, and a deep sense of warmth rose in his heart.

He turned back and clasped his fists, saying, "Thank you all."

The spectators in the four directions were also a little dumbfounded. They didn't expect so many people to appear suddenly, and they came for Ling Yuchen, to cheer for Ling Yuchen.

This reminded many people of the news about the Prison City in Hei Mo County that was raging in the entire East Dragon Legend not long ago.

Seeing this scene at this moment, even if there are some doubts in their hearts, those who do not want to believe will believe it, otherwise all this will not make sense.

When Leng Wushuang saw so many people suddenly appearing to speak for Ling Yuchen, his brows gradually frowned, anger flashed across his eyes, and when he heard that someone advised him not to fight Ling Yuchen, or he would lose his life, he laughed even more angrily.

"Today, I, Leng Wushuang, want to see what is extraordinary about you. Ling Yuchen, I heard that you are in the prison city and can fight against the strong in the prehistoric realm. Since you have such means, how dare you take my three swords!"

Ling Yuchen looked at Leng Wushuang, and saw that Leng Wushuang, who was wearing silver soft armor, had a long sword in his hands. It was the sword that cut off one of his arms that day, and there were occasional traces of bloody light flickering on it.

"If you agree, I will only use three swords. Whether you are alive or dead, after the three swords, all the grievances between you and me in Lengfu will be wiped out."

Ling Yuchen sneered in his heart, and said calmly: "Yes."

How could he fail to see Leng Wushuang's plan, it was just a small aggressive method, probably because he was worried about his other secret methods, such as Horcruxes and powerful companions, that's why he made this request, but he still insisted agree to come down.

Seeing that Ling Yuchen agreed, no matter the spectators or the warriors from the prison city who came afterward, they were all surprised. In their view, this condition seemed unfair. However, Ling Yuchen's next words made their hearts tremble Doubts were answered.

"However, every time I take your sword, you have to promise me one condition!" Ling Yuchen said loudly.

"Say!" Leng Wushuang said in a deep voice.

"I once heard that your third uncle was able to achieve the body of all phenomena and bones because your General Leng's mansion accidentally obtained a piece of unicorn blood that contains the essence of flesh and blood that is the most yang and the most powerful in the world. After I catch your sword, you I will give me [-]% of the remaining unicorn blood in Lengfu."

Hearing the first condition, Leng Wushuang yelled furiously: "Dream, what a precious thing Qilin's blood is, you just want to open your mouth to ask for [-]%, isn't it too arrogant?"

Ling Yuchen smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Leng is one of the top ten young and strong men of Donglong, and his cultivation has reached ten stars in the sky. Don't you still have the confidence to kill me within the three swords? As long as you kill me, it will be natural." There is no need to pay any price, and I can also guarantee that I will not use the Horcrux, the spirit weapon, and I will not let anyone help me, how about it?"

"Since you are going to slash me three times with the aggressive method, how can I obediently accept your three swords for no reason?" Ling Yuchen thought to himself, and also responded with the aggressive method. Although this method is naive, its effect cannot be underestimated.

Leng Wushuang sank into water, pondered for a moment, and snorted coldly: "Okay, I can promise you, but I didn't bring the Qilin's blood with me, as long as you can catch my three swords and survive, I will automatically I will bring it to you."

"Of course I believe in Mr. Leng."

Ling Yuchen smiled all over his face, and immediately put forward the second condition, "If I survive the second sword strike by Mr. Leng, I will also return Mr. Leng's sword."

Hearing this condition, the corners of Leng Wushuang's mouth curled up, and he readily agreed, because he believed that after two strikes, there might be no such person as Ling Yuchen in this world.

After talking about the second condition, Ling Yuchen continued unhurriedly: "As for the condition for catching the third sword... I want you to admit that your third uncle deserves to die!"

As soon as Ling Yuchen said the third condition, Leng Wushuang's complexion suddenly changed, and his expression was extremely angry.

Asking him to admit that his third uncle's death deserved more than death is like a sword being pierced into his heart. In this way, everything he does will be dishonest and his mood will be damaged!
Looking at Ling Yuchen with eyes as deep as ice, Leng Wushuang was silent for a while, suppressing the fury in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I promise you!"

He has already made up his mind that he will never let this hateful person in front of him survive the third sword!
Three swords for three conditions.The eyes of the people watching the battle from all directions were wide open, carefully watching the two people who were fighting each other.

Ling Yuchen still stood under the barren mountain, watching Leng Wushuang, waiting for the first sword.

Leng Wushuang stared blankly, breathed sky-high, and stroked the long sword with his right hand, just like stroking the delicate skin of his beloved woman.

Gradually, Leng Wushuang's aura changed, and he merged with the long sword in his hand. A person is a sword, and a sword is also a person!

"Man and sword are one!"

Leng Wushuang's aura also became more and more powerful, and the gush became more and more intense, just like An Ning at the moment before the storm of thunderstorms, the red light on the blade of the long sword in his hand kept swallowing.

"Aoyue Slash!"

Suddenly, the condescending Leng Wushuang's eyes locked on Ling Yuchen, and he slashed down with the long sword in his hand. A silver sword energy that pierced the sky and the earth burst out from the blade, forming a round of magnificent silver moon, carrying a magnificent atmosphere, falling from the peak of the barren mountain!
This sword, Ling Yuchen seems to have known him before, it was the sword that cut off his arm when he killed Leng Tianhui, but this sword is more powerful than that sword, and has more killing intent!
This sword was like a divine punishment descending, a silver light that was hundreds of feet high tore through the sky, made a loud rumbling noise, and fell blatantly!

Seeing this sword, even the prehistoric strongman who was watching the battle in all directions couldn't help being surprised, because this sword already had a bit of prehistoric momentum. In their thinking, this Leng Wushuang broke through the prehistoric realm from a distance. Far away!

Can such a sword be caught by a firmament warrior?
(End of this chapter)