Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 971
After a while, Leng Wushuang pursed his lips tightly and shouted angrily: "Get out, Wushuang Sword Intent, come out!"

While speaking, his body trembled, and a monstrous sharp sword intent rose from his body and expanded from the inside.This sword intent is condensed and never scattered, a good party must, full of killing intent.

"Keng!"

With a soft moan, Hui Jian, who was submerged in Leng Wushuang's body, was forcefully forced out by this sword intent, and flew out backwards.

Seeing this scene, Ling Yuchen's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hand, and Hui Jian drew a long arc across the sky and returned to his body.

On the top of the barren mountain, Leng Wushuang was surrounded by sword intent, his face was slightly pale, and he was panting heavily, looking at Ling Yuchen with complex expressions in his eyes.

"What a Wushuang Sword Intent, it's really powerful."

Ling Yuchen sighed sincerely, Leng Wushuang was able to force Hui Jian out in one fell swoop, which shows that Wushuang's sword intent is really serious.

Hearing Ling Yuchen's praise, Leng Wushuang didn't feel the slightest complacency, but his face became even more gloomy. This Wushuang Sword Intent is his strongest hole card, which is formed by his practice of swordsmanship for nearly 30 years.

He originally wanted to strike out with the third sword, unexpectedly, and kill Ling Yuchen with one sword, but he didn't expect that he was forced by Ling Yuchen's sword to use Wushuang Sword Intent in advance.

"Hui Jian, Hui Jian!"

Leng Wushuang let out a low growl in his heart, and his heart was extremely shaken. He didn't expect Ling Yuchen to have mastered the mysterious wisdom sword.

The sword just cut on his body, although it did not leave a wound on his body, and did not shed a drop of blood, but only he knew that the sword cut just now was not the body, but his spiritual consciousness. His courage is his belief!

If you don't use Wushuang Sword Intent, the sword just now is enough to severely injure him, not only damage his spiritual consciousness, but may even suffer more unimaginable severe injuries!

Looking at Ling Yuchen at the foot of the barren mountain, Leng Wushuang felt a little apprehensive.

At this moment, from all directions, spectators from the sky and the ground were watching the two of them closely. Ninety-nine percent of them did not see the danger. Under the sword suffered a lot.

"Sure enough, it's the Hui Sword, rare, rare." Sitting on the golden chariot, the old man Xishan sighed, looking down at Ling Yuchen, his gaze was full of admiration and exclamation.

"Master, what is Huijian?" A disciple of the old man Xishan asked with a frown.

"The Wisdom Sword is a powerful mind. It is extremely mysterious and stronger than any tangible sword. It is infinitely useful and unpredictable when grasped to the extreme depths. To comprehend the Wisdom Sword, you only need great perseverance and great opportunity. People can do it."

Hearing Master's words, the young man's lips moved a little, and he looked at the figure at the foot of the barren mountain, feeling envious and sighing in his heart.

At the foot of the barren mountain, Ling Yuchen looked at Leng Wushuang calmly with both eyes, and said in a condensed voice: "Mr. Leng, now, you have slashed me twice, and there is one last slash left. Let's slash it."

Hearing this, Leng Wushuang's hand holding the sword trembled undetectably, two swords had been cut out of the three swords, but the opponent was still standing there intact, not only was he not killed, he was not even injured!
Now, only the last sword remains...

Leng Wushuang's eyebrows were deep, and there was hesitation and hesitation in his heart. He didn't want to and didn't dare to make a move, because his confidence was shaken. He was thinking, if Ling Yuchen couldn't be killed with the last sword, then he would face a very serious situation. Scenarios you don't want to face.

The request of the third sword is to let him admit to Leng Tianhui, that is, his third uncle deserves to die. This is absolutely unacceptable to him. It will cause him more pain than killing him directly, and it is absolutely impossible to say it.However, now that he has come to this point, there is no way out...

Keenly aware of Leng Wushuang's hesitation, the corner of Ling Yuchen's mouth slightly raised, because this was exactly what he wanted to see the most.

The wisdom sword he slashed was precisely Leng Wushuang's belief and confidence. After the first two swords missed, Leng Wushuang was destined to burst out with the most powerful sword in the third sword, and it was also a sword that would kill him!
Seeing the Wushuang Sword Intent that Leng Wushuang erupted just now in order to defend against Hui Jian, Ling Yuchen thought in his heart that he had guessed right, that Wushuang Sword Intent was extremely powerful, and it would be difficult to resist if it was slashed by the most powerful third sword.

Ling Yuchen even had a hunch that if the third sword killed him, Leng Wushuang might even use this opportunity to step into the prehistoric realm.

But after being slashed by Hui Jian, Leng Wushuang's faith was shaken, and his aura immediately declined. Even if he slashed a third time, the threat to him would be greatly reduced.

Leng Wushuang didn't strike the third sword for a long time, and the surrounding world was quiet, only the howling wind rolled the desolate grassland, and the dry grass leaves made a slight sound.

The spectators in the dark in the distance also noticed something, and their eyes could not help but fall on Leng Wushuang. Some people also saw that Leng Wushuang was in a dilemma.

"Why hasn't Leng Wushuang made the third sword yet?" Some people who couldn't see the situation clearly asked aloud in confusion.

"What do you know? This third sword is very important, how can it be cut casually? If this third sword still fails, then Leng Wushuang must admit that his third uncle deserves to die. Do you know what this means? ?”

Someone said in a concentrated voice: "The consequence is that your faith will be damaged. Maybe you will be under Ling Yuchen's shadow for the rest of your life, and you will not be able to set foot in the prehistoric environment. The martial arts in this life will stop here, and you will be useless."

Knowing that the third sword is so important, many people's expressions changed drastically.

Leng Wushuang is the top young strongman in Donglong, and he is also the son of General Leng's mansion. It is only a matter of time before he sets foot in the prehistoric realm. If these three swords cause the martial arts realm to stagnate for a lifetime, the consequences will be too serious. Donglong Empire I don't want to see it, and General Leng's mansion can't bear it!
Seeing that Leng Wushuang hadn't made the third sword for a long time, Ling Yuchen didn't urge or threaten, but just waited quietly.

Standing on the top of the barren mountain, Leng Wushuang's expression became more and more entangled, flickering, suddenly showing the determination to die and live, and then turned into deep hesitation and hesitation.

While everyone was waiting nervously, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, and arrived in front of the barren mountain in an instant.

The person who came was a man, dressed in a brown brocade robe, although his breath was not leaking, but from the occasional flashes of light in his eyes and the aura of engulfing the world, he could feel that this person was not simple.

For a moment, all eyes fell on this man who suddenly appeared, and Ling Yuchen was no exception.

"Great power!" Ling Yuchen turned around and took a look, his eyes narrowed.

When Leng Wushuang on the top of the barren mountain saw the person coming, his expression obviously changed, as if he recognized the person coming.

"I'm here at the order of the Lord of Donglong. The Lord wants to summon Leng Wushuang, and follow me back quickly." The man in brown said with a calm expression.

As soon as this person's words came out, clouds moved in all directions, and for a moment, the expressions of all the people watching the battle in the dark changed.

Ling Yuchen frowned slightly, and then relaxed it, with an inexplicable strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Leng Wushuang on the top of the barren mountain again.

When Leng Wushuang heard that the lord wanted to summon him immediately, the expression on his face froze for a moment, revealing a complex look, unable to tell whether it was embarrassment or relief.

"Commander Jing, I wonder why the lord summoned me?" Leng Wushuang asked in a low voice.

"I don't know what it is, but I just want you to go back immediately with me, without any delay, follow me back now and return to your command." Commander Jing's voice was devoid of emotion.

Leng Wushuang was about to jump into the air, but suddenly froze, and glanced at Ling Yuchen with a flickering gaze.

Ling Yuchen pondered for a moment, then looked at the commander Jing who came suddenly, smiled and said: "Commander, can you wait a moment, I still have a sword with Mr. Leng, and wait for him to strike this last sword?" , and then go back with you to meet the Lord Donglong, okay?"

Commander Jing looked at Ling Yuchen, with a cold glow in his eyes, and shouted sharply: "The lord's life is more important than a mountain, and you can't delay it for a moment, do you understand?"

Commander Jing is a strong man in the prehistoric realm, and there is a powerful killing intent hidden in the ear-splitting shouts, and he goes straight to Ling Yuchen, stabbing at him like an invisible sword.

The smile on Ling Yuchen's face gradually disappeared, and he became a little more cold and angry.

Maybe other people can't feel it, but he can feel it clearly. Commander Jing's scolding just now clearly used some ingenious methods of spiritual consciousness.

If it is an ordinary firmament realm warrior, amidst the forceful reprimand, it is very likely that they will be intimidated by the prehistoric power for a moment, and will be frightened, causing a shadow to be quietly left on the spiritual consciousness, which will affect the future martial arts The realm is refined, so it can be seen that his intentions are not insidious.

"Joke! The lord is the lord of your Donglong, not my lord Ling, why should I obey his orders, let alone the lord of Donglong, even if the lord of Xiwu gave me an order, I would not Will wag their tails."

As soon as Ling Yuchen said these words, the spectators from all directions gasped. How could they not understand the meaning of the words? They were clearly insinuating that this Commander Jing wagged his tail to flatter him. Needless to say.

"Commander Jing, as I know a little bit, is a strong man in the prehistoric realm of the Donglong royal family, and the confidant of the Eastern Dragon King. Ling Yuchen is too bold to call him a dog!"

"Calling the great power of the royal family, is he really crazy?"

"No, Commander Jing wants to make a move!"

Even Leng Wushuang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ling Yuchen to be so courageous, daring to offend the strong in the prehistoric realm.

"Bold!"

Commander Jing naturally heard the deeper meaning in Ling Yuchen's words, his face darkened, and he immediately became a little more furious, "The boy is rampant, looking for death!"

(End of this chapter)