Legend of Sword King

That was a teenager wielding a sword. His speed was extremely fast, and his body was unable to be caught. He flashed a few times in the crowd, and after several flashes of his azure sword light, those wolf hunters fell one after another.    

Seeing this scene, Doudou was frightened out of his wits. His opponent was a skilled and agile individual. None of the Sumeru Realm wolfwolves he brought were able to withstand a single blow from his opponent!    

But soon after, he calmed down and discovered that his opponent was only at the first level of the Xumi Stage. Even if his speed was fast, with his cultivation at the third level of the Xumi Stage, it wouldn't be difficult for him to kill his opponent.    

As for the wound on his shoulder, oh, it's not much of a wound. As long as the arrow from an ant named Xi Liang didn't hit his throat, heart and other vital parts, what use would it have?    

Cha stood up and was about to rush out to kill that bold ant, but after taking two steps, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.    

His legs felt weak, as if he had not stepped on anything. His body swayed, and he was about to fall down.    

He quickly looked at the wound. This time, he was so scared that he was tongue-tied. The blood that flowed out from the wound was pure black. He was poisoned.    

"Oh, damn, is it Black Silver Poison, or the best kind …" He was scared out of his wits and turned to run.    

However, it was too late. Cheng Qing had already arrived. The Heaven Lake Sword pierced through his back and flew out from his chest.    

Turning his head with much difficulty, all he saw was a calm and emotionless face, with only a pair of deep eyes brimming with ice-cold killing intent.    

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. In the end, he fell to the ground.    

Cheng Qing pulled out his Heaven Lake Sword and raised his head to look at the cottage. Currently, half of the Wolf Traveller soldiers had died under his hands. Two Sumeru Realm third-grade cultivators had also died in battle. What was left behind was Warwick.    

Inside the room, the wolf leader's whipping continued. It was a specially crafted whip. Not only was it able to contain elemental energy, it also had barbs on it. Every whipping tore off a lot of flesh, making it a form of torture.    

The two men were already covered in wounds, and blood flowed all over the ground. They formed a pool under their feet, and there were even pieces of flesh. It seemed like they would not be able to survive if they breathed more.    

The charming woman's eyes were filled with resentment and intense grief. However, she did not wail, beg for forgiveness, or even shed tears. Her many years of wandering had made her heart incredibly strong. She would never show her weakness in front of her enemies.    

"Surrender, Zhao E mei. If you don't, they'll be beaten to death."    

Warwick sat down in his chair, took out a glass of wine from his Cosmic Bag, placed it on the table beside him, and slowly poured two cups. He then picked up one of the glasses, sipped his tea, and closed his eyes with a look of ecstasy on his face.    

Warwick shook his wine cup, smiled, and opened his eyes. He looked at Zhao E Mei with a look of determination, "Surrender to me, surrender to the great warrior of the Wolf God, and from then on follow the warrior as his servant. "It's your honor. How many people would want it if we returned to Uighur. Why would you refuse?"