National grudge, personal hatred.
When it is said to be unending, it shall be unending.
Wang Anfeng gripped the sword in his hand tightly.
Thirty-seven thousand li, to arrive here,
the sword has never been drawn.
A full intent of sword and combat will converge; this is the method of sword nurturing.
He slowly bent his body low, right hand holding the sword, left hand like a sword scabbard being removed, starting from the hilt, slowly moving backward with a virtual stroke, accompanied by a trembling whistling, the sword enveloped in dense Qi Mechanism, flowing light shattering inch by inch, revealing a bright sword blade.
A fierce Sword Qi soared into the sky.
The Grandmaster, like a Flying Eagle striking, his expression suddenly changed:
The first sword, with Killing Sword as its structure, surveys the martial arts of the world.
Takes the Heavenly Sword Stance's magnificence, the cold of Heavenly Mountain Sword Intent, the loneliness of Qingfeng Edge.
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The second sword, traversing thirty thousand li across the Western Regions.
Gathering momentum and striking forth.
The sword in hand lifted, the dazzling sword light soared into the sky, like a storm, rushing toward the firmament.
The previous Grandmaster was blown away three breaths later, expression changing:
"Military Formation? No..."
"This sword cannot be faced head-on; it cannot be resisted..."
The Great Prince lifted his head, waving the Golden Scroll in hand, the ancient scroll was not made of gold but the words upon it were more significant than gold, with a fresh bloody handprint, he shouted loudly:
"Dichi Khan King is already the blood ally brother of my father!"
"From hereon, everything shall be under my father's protection!"
Dichi Khan King endured the pain of his broken finger, looking at the young man in blue ahead. Chapters fırst released on novel⦿fire.net
The Great Prince also breathed a sigh of relief, at this moment he saw the young man raise his sword once more, the light on the sword weapon shone, and the dazzling sword light brightened again.
The Xiongnu Tribe Grandmaster instantly pulled the Great Prince back.
In the next moment, that sword was already at Dichi Khan King's throat.
The blade pierced through the neck, Sword Qi swept across evenly, blood flowed down.
The other end of the sword was held by Wang Anfeng.
This is the most magnificent city of the Golden Tent Empire, where knights in dark, heavy armor surrounded the crimson royal banner, with thousands of great flags rolling, like clouds descending from the sky, yellow flowers dotted the grassland, mingled in the green grass, blowing with the wind, bowing low and then rising again, like surging tides,
In the silence, the somewhat battered figure of the Great Qin man quietly withdrew the sword.
The Great Prince looked blankly at the headless Dichi Khan King, with fire igniting in his eyes:
"What are you doing?!"
"The Khan King has already accepted the Golden Scroll!"
The soft hum of the sword was unending, blood dripped from its spine, Wang Anfeng holding the sword in his right hand, left hand behind his back, an expression calm against the world's foremost inheritor of a powerful nation.
"Your rules, for a certain Hermit of Jianghu, are not to be acknowledged, so what?"
The Great Prince clenched his teeth tightly, saying:
"Who exactly are you?!"
Wang Anfeng smiled slightly, looking at the majestic Golden Tent Royal City, feeling terrifying Qi Mechanisms rising in the city, watching him, yet the more so, his heart filled unstoppable heroic spirit.
Holding the sword, facing this foreign land, with the courtesy of Great Qin's Central Plains, he saluted with hands folded slightly.
"Hermit of Jianghu, Wang Anfeng, meeting Your Highness."
"Has Your Highness ever heard a saying?"
The young Mansion Master looked up, his sharp essence apparent between his brows.
"In close proximity, one can be an enemy of a nation!"
"Please meet your death beneath my sword."
On the seventh day after Divine Martial Zhang Duo fell in battle.
A man wielding a sword walked thirty thousand li, killing Dichi Khan King outside the Golden Tent.
He cut the Great Prince's hair braid, the Prince fell to the ground in terror, laughing at his cowardice.
The unceasing Sword Qi broke the royal banner of the Royal City, causing chaos, and thus vanished without a trace.
In later legends, that day the Sword Qi tore through the firmament, illuminating the Northern Frontier's sky brightly, covering the great sun in the sky, someone wielded a sword to slash it, the sword weapon scraped the sky, igniting a dazzling golden flame, which lingered for a long time without dispersing.
A new name was added to the world's supreme rankings.
PS: The Scroll of Roaming the World will end tomorrow.
Afterward, I may need to take a day off to reflect on problems and prepare for the next volume's story and content.
I must complete the entire work by March · JPG