Yuanshin: The Nine Systems of the Human Body, Unlimited Possibilities

"In the future, when Jiang Yi comes, if he drinks, the first drink he orders will be given to him for free!"

He casually ordered a gift that countless adventurers could only dream of.

The hand of the bartender Charles Sassafras paused slightly: "Master, aren't you dissatisfied because he entered the training of the Zephyr Knights?"

Di Luke looked outside the gate of the tavern: "I hate the Zephyr Knights, but I don't interfere with his joining. Everyone has their own choice."

"He doesn't have the will to protect Mond, and he will leave eventually."

"I appreciate his courage to challenge the Knights. The rotten Mond meets fresh blood, oozing rotten pus."

"I'm looking forward to how Qin and the cathedral will deal with this lawless person."

In the flickering light,

The shadows intertwine.

The trainers of two-handed swords fell down one by one.

The light wind in the grassland is getting stronger and stronger, and the gust of wind in the canyon is getting weaker and weaker.

In the end, it is like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Jiang Yi knelt down on half knees, leaning on a sword with a densely cracked blade, which was dark red like a blood-stained cobweb without a sharp edge.

Excessive slashing and teleportation caused the muscles all over his body to be torn and sore from exhaustion.

My vision is a bit blurry, my mind is tired, and my brain is dizzy.

Standing up little by little, looking around, it was full of wailing.

He looked at the eldest son of the aristocrat who was left to deal with him at the end. He didn't look at the other's frightened face. He stepped forward and kicked the other's leg bone.

"what--!"

Holding his legs and screaming, there was one more person who was sweating all over his face.

Blood dripped from the tip of the sword, and Jiang Yi was covered in blood, panting heavily, and pointed the sword at the eldest son of the nobleman.

"Relax, my sword, soon!"

The sword swing was still so smooth and quick, accurate and light, and the shadow of the sword could not be seen clearly.

"I surrender!"

The eldest son of the nobleman had just finished speaking when the sword was withdrawn.

"Don't move around!" Jiang Yi knew that the world's healing was superb, so he was merciless.

It is said to stab you 36 swords, that is 36 swords.

The eldest son of the noble was a little confused, the pain in his legs made him tremble subconsciously.

The originally intact skin cracked instantly, and 36 blood holes gushed out.

Arms, thighs, abdomen, chest... soaked in blood.

The screams made the red spread even bigger.

Anger, shame.

Also, unspoken jealousy.

The eldest son of the nobleman blushed in pain, and finally he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

How could he be so condescendingly looked down upon by others, crying and wailing at his feet in embarrassment.

Hands went into the clothes.

There is a small yellow leafy flower wrapped in black cloth.

He held the three-star adventurer flower.

A two-star holy relic in the body was separated out.

The flower of life blooms brightly,

The blood suddenly stopped, vigorous vitality spewed out, and a burst of blue light burst out.

Continue to live!Blood!

Although holy relics cannot heal wounds, their strong vitality will naturally speed up the healing process.

The power of the other four two-star holy relics resonated, and the green light flowed like a waterfall.

Jiang Yi looked at the swaying blue light on the opponent's body.

This is the relic ray where the will has not surrendered.

"You stand up! The victory is not over yet, and I have not declared victory. You violated the contract and used the power of the holy relic!" Jiang Yi said, raising the blade again.

"Everyone! Give me a holy relic!"

"The contract is over!" the eldest son of the nobleman roared.

Stumblingly raised the training sword, the power of the holy relic circulated, and the wind of the sword tore through the air fiercely.

Chapter 69 Noelle from the Sky, the Healing Song of Priest Prayer

Jiang Yi looked at the hysterical eldest son of the aristocrat, and squeezed his body again to gain strength.

Avoid his blade.

Take the long sword and stab forward.

The power barrier of the holy relic blocked the ten sword shadows that were swung out instantly.

"Isn't it possible?" Jiang Yi frowned, "Could it be that the opponent's strengthening is all defensive power, and the entire turtle shell?"

"You can't hurt me! Every one of my holy relics has been sublimated to perfection!" The eldest son of the nobleman laughed and swung his sword again.

Jiang Yi remained silent and moved his feet, easily dodging the lame man's attack.

The power of the West Wind swordsmanship that lost its swift pace was halved.

The holy relic has basically no blessing on speed.

Speed ​​can only rely on exercise, or the owner of the God's Eye usually uses elemental power to strengthen the body, and uses elemental combat skills or elemental bursts in battle to achieve the effect of escaping thousands of miles in an instant.

Ordinary people can't catch up with powerful gods on horseback.

The battle was so stalemate, the eldest son of the nobleman couldn't hit Jiang Yi, and Jiang Yi couldn't break through the defense with the Wufeng sword.

"But... the holy relic has a limit!" Jiang Yi's eyes reflected the sword glow, "There is only a three-star flower, no matter how powerful it is, it can't protect you!"

Eyes closed and opened.

Breathing in the air gently, the sword in his hand vibrated continuously.

Sweat dripped down the blade, and was instantly evaporated by the hot blade.

"Even if I don't use the holy relic on my body, my swordsmanship... can kill you!"

The sword like a storm condenses into a thread.

The wind seemed to wind down, and the air was torn like cloth.

A black shadow appeared in the blue light of the holy relic.

The four two-star holy relics resonated, and the defensive barrier formed was instantly broken through.

The Wufeng sword full of cracks cut into it, shattered into more than ten pieces of iron, and embedded them on the flesh.

"I broke my promise! After 36 sword strikes, you were seriously injured so that the doctor shook his head when he saw it!" Jiang Yi sighed helplessly while holding the remaining hilt of the sword.

The two-star holy relic fused after surrendering cannot be seen with eyes, but you can feel the invisible barrier with your touch and experience its strength.

"It seems that your strengthening is not perfect enough!"

Hearing the ridicule, the eldest son of the nobleman spat out mouthfuls of blood.

It felt like the iron plates on my body had severed a row of ribs and pierced my lungs, kidneys and stomach.

The pain almost made him faint, and death seemed to be beckoning.

But the vitality of the three-star adventurer's flower forcibly maintained his life, which made him suffer even more.

"Kill him for me!"

He yelled feebly, glaring at the other allied nobles who were timid.

"Remember the status of your family, how is it maintained? Who is the great nobleman?"

The words seemed to be useful, and several people used the holy relics to stand up unsteadily,

Jiang Yi stepped forward and dodged.

"Jiang Yi, and you..."

The crowd watching from a high place suddenly parted,

A shout full of anxiety and anger fell from the sky accompanied by a golden light.

The shining golden sword fell into the training ground, swept the left and right with a rage that swept the battlefield.

The two-handed sword trainers who used the holy relic flew to the wall one by one, leaving large human-shaped characters on it, and fell into the stacked wooden boxes.

The golden polyhedron circular shield gleamed.

The silver-gray hair and the rose on the priest's hat are more beautiful than blood.

Jiang Yi looked at Noelle, moved his lips, and did not speak rationally.

In front of me is the perfect maid,

Also a crazy knight.

"Jiang Yi! Why are you fighting them here?" Noelle threw down his sword, looked at Jiang Yi who was covered in blood and ragged, and roared.

"Is it because of me?" She asked in a low voice, crying.

"No!" Jiang Yi denied, "It's just warriors, in order to pursue strength, normal exchange of ideas!"

"You need to break your leg and bleed, and hit the blade until it shatters?" Noelle approached, "Are you... lying?"

Jiang Yi put his hands behind his back and dropped the hilt of his sword.