"Hmph, as Brother Fan said, you are just a thorn who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos! He, Hou Dagui, is wrong, and it is right to attack the military camp, but he will never be rebellious. After all, you, a kid, do not have the right to lead the army independently!"

As soon as the Saint of Rising Sword Xiong Wenbo opened his mouth, he hit Qian Wuyou's weakness. Fortunately, the latter was thick-skinned and covered with a helmet and armor, so his embarrassment and sarcastic expressions all hid into the night.

"Why don't you let him go!" Xiong Wenbo suddenly pointed at Hou Dagui.

"Let go? Okay!" Qian Wuyou knew that his background was probably understood by the Sword Saint Lord. Anyway, he didn't plan to fight with the Sword Saint, so he was naturally willing to do a favor.

However, Qian Wuyou is not a good man. He can let go of the prisoner he had finally caught, but the spoils he deserves must not be missing. A great nobleman like Xiong Wenbo would never be able to tear his face and compete with his private actions.

So Hou Dagui was in trouble. Not only did the space bag on the waist of the academy mage snatched away by Qian Wuyou, but the magic necklace that was piping blue light on his neck could not escape.

"Little girl, remember, I will beat you once when I see you in the future! Our affairs are not over!" Qian Wuyou whispered and threatened in Hou Dagui's ear, but a hypocritical smile appeared on his face: "Ah, Master Master is indeed a son of the Sword Saint. He has the spirit of the ancient gentry. He actually apologized to me and showed kindness. Okay, I will reluctantly accept these common things."

Hou Dagui, who was like a chicken, was thrown out by Qian Wuyou.

Hou Dagui, who covered his neck, regardless of the blood foam all over his mouth, made a loud defense at that time: "Teacher, this barbaric guy, he... has no orders to lead troops, gather rebellion..."

"Enough! Isn't you enough people you lose?" Wuwu howled in shame and choked back completely by a angrily shout.

Qian Wuyou was watching the show when he noticed Xiong Wenbo's angry gaze, and suddenly swept over. With his eyes in exchange for each other, he heard the most deadly words-

"I have been in the north for many years and claim to be very familiar with the Qian family in Fengzhou! Qian Wuyou? Humph, I haven't heard of this name!" Xiong Wenbo continued without waiting for Qian Wuyou to argue: "But I don't care about your great contributions to the country. However, if you want to lead the army, you have to show the corresponding strength. Boy, draw your sword!"

Qian Wuyou said at that time, "Who said that loyal ministers are all pedantic fools and can be bullied?"

The sword saint who was like a bear in front of him was clearly the same as Qian Wuyou - they both believed in the jungle law of the strong!

Now, Lord Sword Saint of the Sky obviously wants to use an excuse to teach him a lesson!

Of course, it is not impossible to just give in and pretend, but the restrictions on the command of the epic mission "Lord of Heroes Castle" will probably be finished immediately - there is never a simple statement on the final ring of the epic mission!

Qian Wuyou knew that this test was inevitable. He was not pretentious at all. He pulled out the hand of Broken Rock and then launched the Phantom Charge.

The afterimage flashed and the giant sword swung out.

Sharp!

A silver blade less than two fingers wide, brought out a silver arc like autumn water.

Qian Wuyou saw the sword body that was fighting with him clearly, and immediately felt relieved - such a narrow sword edge could never be a weapon for the battle formation, and even more so, the epic sword saint "Raixing Thunder".

"The Sword Saint Lord actually drew his sword!" Someone shouted softly.

"What kind of virtue is this kid?"

"Use that vulgar and heavy iron pestle as a sword, vulgar! Really vulgar! It's so unelegant. Sword Saint, how could you look at such a barbarian with a different eye?"

But Qian Wuyou was not interested in whispering by the onlookers. The glow of thunder and lightning had already bloomed from the thin sword in front of him, and the rioting five elements of power had removed all his momentum on the spot.

The next moment, the agility brought by the Phantom Charge was also deprived of cleanliness.

"Very sharp sword force, good! Since you are also a sword-user, then we will be purely better than the sword today!" The thunder power around Xiong Wenbo was relieved as soon as he released it.

"Okay!" This request was exactly what Qian Wuyou was thinking. He deserved to be clear and neat. The Bone Fire Hyperbar Shield was thrown away at that time and turned to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands.

As a person who loves swords and uses swords, if you only talk about the skills of sword control, Qian Wuyou will not be afraid of anyone, even if he is standing in front of him is a great sword saint who has been famous for many years.

Confidence makes people pure, and a sword suddenly surged out of Qian Wuyou's body—

The sword of murderous intent that moves forward!

The murderous intent of the people was like the strong wind on the Great Wildlands of Kobe, sweeping across the world.

A faint halo was bursting out from the heavy sword. At this moment, Qian Wuyou was forced to a new level by Qian Wuyou.

The sword force of breaking mountains and breaking rocks is coordinated with the sharp sword blade, and move forward with all your strength.

Even Xiong Wenbo could not help but be captured by this sudden and powerful sword. He could not defend himself, and was limited to his promise and was inconvenient to use the power of the five elements. He could only take a small step back to prevent the thin etiquette sword in his hand from shattering the sword while removing the force.

"Oh my God! Lord Sword Saint retreated!"

"My eyes must be blurry!"

"This is impossible!"

When a master fights, he will earn a lot of power!

Qian Wuyou, who was in power, moved forward and his violent fighting spirit soared into the sky. With his own brute force and the advantages of heavy weapons, he opened his sword and opened his sword with great strength, dancing like a tiger descending the mountain, looking down at all directions.

Even though Xiong Wenbo's narrow-blade sword brought out the silver flower like a water curtain and hit the front of the broken rock hand one after another, he still could not stop his own defence.

Due to the promise of comparing swords and because of his own sword intent, Xiong Wenbo, who was not good at guarding his sword with a thin etiquette, suddenly felt that the sword in his hand had become a burden.

The helpless feeling of aggrievance and dullness continued to accumulate in Xiong Wenbo's chest and became stronger and stronger.

A little wild knight actually has such a sword force?

Xiong Wenbo, who knew that he underestimated the enemy, was not able to change his sword and fight again due to his face and reputation, but he still failed to get rid of Qian Wuyou's violent sword power in this "learning" situation of his juniors.

Suddenly, Xiong Wenbo had an illusion that Qian Wuyou in front of him had already leaped from a small wild knight to a famous swordsman with the same strength as him.

The spiritual energy that relies on extraordinary background and immersed in the sword art field every day has made Xiong Wenbo feel a faint sense of space. This is the confrontational reaction of the heart of the sword.

Anyone who practices martial arts has a competitive spirit.

Xiong Wenbo is naturally no exception!

Seeing the sword saint who was happy to see the hunting heart, it seemed that he discovered a new continent. The sword heart, which he had not had new insights for many years, was forced to give birth to a new green bud in this frustrating and depressing strange battle.
Chapter completed!