Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 388 Sword Emperor Aoki

Not far from where Mo Lin was stopped, two figures stopped, a man and a woman.

From the moment Mo Lin was stopped, the two of them reined in their mounts and looked at this side quietly. They thought there would be a good show, but they never thought that the show would be over before it started.

"Lightning Martial Soul?"

The sudden thunder and lightning made the two gasp, and the woman exclaimed.

"To be able to cultivate martial soul skills to this level, this person must be at least a fifth-level Martial Sect. I heard that there is a Martial Sect master who is good at killing people with lightning beside the third disciple of the Demon Sword Sect. Wang Ding also came to the Boneyard, could it be him?"

The woman murmured again, but she heard the man who was walking with her say: "Mr. Qingmu didn't sit in a chariot of ten feet when he went out, and the people who carried the chariot were all young women who were twenty-eight years old. When did you hear about him?" Have you ever ridden a horse? It can’t be him, besides, this avenue leads westward to Yunlan Kingdom, the four people obviously came from Yunlan, and the Demon Sword Gate is in the east.”

The girl shook her head, with doubts in her eyes, and the two of them rode their horses towards the city while talking.

The Burial Ground is located at the junction of the Three Kingdoms. There are three official roads leading to the three countries. To the west is Yunlan, to the south is Jinliang, and to the east is Dongyi.

The Demon Sword Sect is located on the western border of Dongyi Kingdom. It is one of the two sects closest to the Bone Land, followed by Baihua Valley in Jinliang Kingdom. appear the most.

Dongyi, Jinliang and Jinliang are both one of the eighteen kingdoms under the Black Dragon Empire, and the powerful sects in the country are no weaker than Yunlan.

There are also many amazing talents born every year.

For example, the three talented youths of the Demon Sword Sect, the first disciple of the successor, the Golden Dao Langjun, the second Yidao Zhuiming, and the third Daohuang Aoki.

The four great oirans in Hundred Flowers Valley are also rare geniuses among the younger generation, enjoying a high reputation throughout the Black Dragon Empire.

It's just that, like the seven great talents of Yunlan Kingdom, these talented men and women live in seclusion and rarely show up in front of the world. Except for some important martial arts duels, they can be seen, and other times they are just glimpses, leaving people behind. Only infinite reverie and reverence.

But Sword Emperor Aoki is an exception.

He was born in the Qingmu family, a first-class nobleman in Dongyi Kingdom. He acted in a high-profile way, liked to show off most of all, and was brutal and murderous. If anyone offended him, even the entire family behind him would be implicated.

It's just that Sword Emperor Aoki rarely makes a move.

It is rumored that his sword skills are superb, and he comprehended a level of sword intent. The martial soul skill he comprehended after the second awakening of the martial soul was named Yingfeng Yislash. With a seventh-level cultivation base, he once killed a ninth-level master with his martial soul skills and sword intent, and thus won the honorary title of Emperor of the Sword.

Fugui Restaurant is one of the largest and busiest restaurants in Boneyard.

Every day, there is an endless stream of business travelers here to drink and discuss business.

Apart from drinking, this place is also one of the most well-informed places in the city. It is said that the owner of the restaurant has a group of spies. As long as you are willing to spend money and ask for any information, you will be satisfied.

At this time, the four-floor restaurant was already overcrowded. Following the exclamation outside the building, the guests sitting near the window of the restaurant looked around one after another, and saw a golden futon with a radius of three feet and a height of two feet covered by forty A woman in colorful clothes approached slowly, and stopped at the entrance of the restaurant.

On the top of the futon stood a young man with a high bun, a black robe and a black belt around his waist.

The man is handsome and unrestrained, with clear facial features. His two eyebrows are like two knives slanted upwards, reaching deep into the temples. The most eye-catching thing is the knife stuck in his waist.

The blade was slender and rusty, it looked like a piece of rusty broken iron, and its owner and the sedan chair below looked out of place.

But as the sedan chair stopped, all the guests in the building felt a chill, and the temperature of the surrounding air began to drop rapidly. Anyone with good eyesight could see that the space on the street was slightly distorted.

"Murderous!"

"What a cold knife intent!"

The faces of the guests in the restaurant changed one after another, feeling that there seemed to be an invisible knife in the world, which would split this space at any time.

The young man on the sedan chair landed lightly in front of the restaurant door, and a tall man with lightning eyes and a gray monk uniform walked in first.

"Hey, Mr. Qingmu, Lord Langshan, are you here? Come on, please go upstairs, your private room is reserved for you all the time."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant hurriedly greeted him with a smile. Some guests who came to the Boneyard for the first time realized that this young man with a rusty knife was actually the sword king Aoki who was famous in Dongyi. He couldn't help but gasped. Quickly looked away, not daring to look at him squarely.

It was obviously not the first time for the two to come to Fugui Restaurant, and they quickly went up to the fourth floor under the greeting of the shopkeeper, and walked towards an empty private room in the farthest corner.

But not far away, the strong man called Langshan suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on a big man not far away who was drinking with his head down, and he frowned slightly.

"What's the matter, Langshan?"

The young man in front suddenly noticed it and glanced back at his entourage.

"That man has a strange aura and is a master."

Lang Shan replied in a deep voice.

The young man's gaze also fell on that figure, his eyes lit up slightly, "Does your hand itch?"

Lang Shan shook his head, "Young Master, the business is important."

The young man smiled faintly and said, "Okay, after Wang Ding gets it, I will give you a day."

"Thank you sir."

With that said, the two walked into the private room.

"Leihuo, how are you?"

Mo Lin sat at the window on the fourth floor, keeping an eye on Aoki and his subordinates, feeling the fighting spirit flashing in the eyes of that man named Lang Shan, and asked Lei Huo.

"Not human."

Lei Huo put down the jug in his hand, and glanced at the private room where the curtain had just been lowered, "The breath is very strong, and it feels familiar, like a thunder beast, but ordinary thunder beasts can't transform into human form."

"It's the Thunder Beast with Phantom Eyes." Ouyang Xueqing interjected, "He was born with the body of Thunder Yang, and can transform into a human form after the eighth level of Martial Extreme Realm, but he needs to show his body and devour a large amount of food every half month to replenish his physical strength."

"Tenth level martial arts cultivation base."

Mo Lin added that he could see Langshan's cultivation by virtue of Yin-Yang perspective, but he couldn't see whether the other party was a human or a demon.

"I've read about the Phantom Thunder Beast in the book. It is born with the ability to use the Thunderbolt Technique. I wonder how powerful it is compared to your Five Elements Heavenly Stellar Thunder?"

Lei Huo looked at Mo Lin helplessly, "Boss, I am a second-level Martial King, what do you think?"

Ouyang Xueqing said: "However, that Aoki's cultivation is not weak, and he is a strong opponent. Although the knife in his waist is not a sacred weapon, it is not far behind."

Mu Yao said disdainfully: "What's the use of a good knife? In front of Mo Lin, isn't it just a matter of one knife?"

"It's a good flattery, I love to hear it."

Mo Lin laughed and drank his glass.

(End of this chapter)