Legend of the Swordsman

The arrival that awaits

Yukimura and Shin Hye unite forces to survive. Sin Yintian was seen dueling with Wing Muchien's sepulchral subordinates.

To Wing Muchien himself, he was seen nowhere on the side of the battle area. I don't know what the man was thinking, but he was extremely ruthless by letting the subordinates fight without his presence.

Even so, fate says something else. No matter how bad the Muchien Wing government was, he and his army would definitely win the war this time around.

It seems that now the vast war area is filled with piles of corpses, from black and white streams they are both dead.

The number of troops of the white-flow alliance is decreasing, even now only a few thousand remain but those who remain remain.

Life and death were now of no importance to the white stream, they never thought they would survive if they were already inside the battlefield.

This time they were very confident that the law of virtue would still prevail, they sacrificed themselves to wait for the arrival of a young man whose presence was always in wait.

Like the dead there is a time, their death is a time of detention that is deliberately done on self-confidence.

The belief was immediately proven by the arrival of a young man, the young man was holding a spear with a body floating on the pull of a bird.

"You're so here ! It was indeed basic, Fang Ling had never thought of coming sooner...What's on his mind,"

"I came by instinct, because I'm already here...Hemm how do we do a slaughterer here,"

Lang Ming's words puzzled everyone, let alone the arrival style of the young man was very strange because it was pulled by a giant eagle.

Whether it was white or black, they had absolutely no idea whose side the blind man was on. Even in his curious ranking, a reckless man stopped fighting with his opponent to ask.

Lang Ming's feet landed amidst a crowd of opponents who were like the ocean, he looked relaxed as everyone was perplexed to see him.

"Who are you ? which is more important...Which side are you on ??"

Lang Ming smiled with a grin, he displayed two fang teeth that were not too long but made it look very terrible.

"This blind man isn't on any side, I'm just passing by...But for sure my comrades are here and defending one camp, I'm probably the same, too,"

"Don't talk slurping...Are your comrades in the black or white stream ?! If you're on the side of the white stream, very dear. Now you're in a tiger cage,"

Leisurely Lang Ming still maintained his smile.

"Regarding my partner, he is on the royal side...But you're one of those things, if you're a tiger. Means I am the lion of the Ruler,"

The thousands of troops at the core formation level seemed excited, they looked challenged by Lang Ming's words.

Simultaneously all the black-flow troops attacked Lang Ming who was in the middle. But the look of a relaxed face continued to show the young man, he looked relaxed because he had seen more terrible than this.

"Wind sword,"

Slassss

Bruouk

Bruuukkk

One by one the bodies fell down without lives, the Enemies continued to pour endlessly towards Lang Ming. The young man looked quite desperate but was soon able to kill them one by one.

By imitating Fang Ling, Lang Ming now looks very violent with a way of killing that is very heinous to be done by the white stream.

Shouts of pain were always heard as all of Lang Ming's opponents walked two meters before him, because before that their bodies had become pieces of flesh.

Although it was only one person, Lang Ming's strength was equivalent to that of five half-eternal warriors. But within the blind young man's thoughts, it was imagined just how powerful Fang Ling was after his closed-door training.

As for the second reason, he had indeed deliberately stopped to watch Fang Ling fight. But the young man hadn't come yet, so he was bored.

Now that the stream of white was completely shocked by Lang Ming's arrival, even Sin Yintian had thought that the young man was one of the streams of black seeing from his way of killing was terrifying.

But seeing that the young man was only massacring the black stream army, it became fresh air for the white flow army. If only Lang Ming were on the other side, perhaps they would have long since lost.

But Lang Ming's arrival only helped a little because the number of black-flow troops was still very much.

No matter how much Lang Ming killed people, it was still only a small part of the black stream. They even have a lot of soldiers.

Slowly the white stream troops on the press retreated, being on now because of Lang Ming's ability to be swayed by ten warriors at the half-eternal level to the point of almost dying if there was no Yung Qian to help him.

"Sir we must retreat...You've helped us so much, you've almost half the army you've massacred all,"

Yung Qian charged the injured Lang Ming to retreat, The white-flow army only had five thousand troops left. Now they are moving backwards because they are no longer able to fight, but the black flow troops continue to pursue.

Looking from the black stream army, they all looked extremely bloodthirsty. Maybe they didn't even want to let their opponent live by continuing to chase after him.

Now the famous shops such as Shin Hye, Yung Felix and Yukimura and including Lang Ming, all of them had fallen and were unlikely to be able to fight.

Although his body was already filled with wounds, Sin Yintian still led the white stream to move backwards. But in front of the opposing forces continued to chase, until at the very front of the Wing Muchien suddenly appeared.

A condescending smile appeared etched on Wing Mucuien's face looking at the state of the white flow that was completely messy.

"Daughter, let's just say...Accept my fiancee and I'll let you all live,"

Sin Yintian who was exhausted and felt extremely guilty over the deaths of all the soldiers made his mind go awry, for some reason he felt interested in Wing Muchien's words.

As he was no longer able to think, Sin Yintian walked forward appearing to accept Wing Muchien's offer. What the girl was doing made everyone shocked, but Wing Muchien looked extremely happy.

"Good Come here, I will keep my promise,"

With a battered state, Sin Yintian slowly walked up until he suddenly stopped as soon as he felt a terrifying chill run over.

"Sorry to keep you waiting...This time I will make the deaths of those on our side not in vain, as a reward I will kill them all,"

From the very back row, the young man whose presence was so eagerly awaited finally came. Fang Ling was seen clenching the ice chains on his right hand and the fire chains on his left.

Ting Ting Ting Ting Ting

The sound of the clang of the iron tip being dragged made a distinctive sound, the sound could make the black stream feel dizzy and nauseous because it felt terrible air and a very high killing appetite.

With six wings on his back, Fang Ling looked like a combat god with the emperor dragon's battle robe.

Fang Ling walked forward, golden air escaping from his body as he walked among the royal troops. Eve was able to heal people's wounds and petrify them to regenerate quickly.

"The game will start..."

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