Legend of Sword King

The sword-wielding Cheng Qing appeared behind the corpse of the temple's priest. Blood splashed several feet high, but not a single drop of it landed on his body.    

This was because he was far enough away from the corpse.    

His expression was calm. However, the wolfmen in front of him had all stopped in shock and did not dare to take another step forward.    

The Uighurs revered the Wolf God, so the Wolf Traveller respected the sacrifice to obtain the power of the Wolf God. In their eyes, the Godly Temple Sacrifice of Xumi Stage was an invincible existence under the state of Conviction, undefeatable.    

And now, an outstanding priest of the temple had suddenly died right in front of his eyes.    

They were all terrified.    

However, all of this was very normal for Cheng Qing.    

The divine temple's technique was high enough, but it was still far inferior to his' Green Lotus Sword Song '. When the Sword Style, Sword Qi Lotus Blooming, was used, it had the effect of increasing the speed of the movement, and when paired with the Soaring Steps, it was almost an unbreakable attack.    

Not to mention that in order to make things easier, Cheng Qing had even activated his sword intent.    

The wolfwalkers looked at each other in dismay. The situation had determined that they had to fight, but Cheng Qing's strength made them momentarily unable to make up their minds.    

They were all around the fifth level of the Xumi Stage and were the absolute backbone of the Blackwind Ridge Wolves. They should have charged into the battlefield and become the absolute power that could suppress the Western Liangshuang cultivators.    

Cheng Qing laughed in disdain.    

The wolfwalkers were immediately enraged. They no longer cared about anything else, and one by one, they charged forward.    

To be looked down upon by the weak West Cold sheep was the most unacceptable thing for a proud wolf walker.    

Chen Qingping raised his Heaven Lake Sword and pointed it at the group of five or six wolfmen, looking extremely arrogant. Before he made his move, he glanced at the gate. He knew that Yeru's Light was there, and it was also watching this battlefield.    

The corners of his mouth slightly moved, sketching out a cold and disdainful arc.    

He was telling Jeremiah, Your arrogant men are like weeds in front of me.    

He knew that he could read his meaning, because he could already feel the anger in the other's eyes. At this distance, with his cultivation at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, it was sufficient for Yeru Mingguang to clearly see Cheng Qing's expression.    

Thus, the smile on his face grew wider.    

Five or six wolfwalkers maintained their formation as they charged in front of him.    

The Heaven Lake Sword slipped to the side and Cheng Qing whispered, "Lotus blooming with every step!"    

This whisper was like a judgment, announcing the death of this pack of wolfwalkers.    

In the next moment, Cheng Qing stomped on the stone wall and suddenly disappeared.    

The wolfwalkers lost their target, and their movements all became sluggish.    

As a result, they discovered to their astonishment that a demonic green lotus had unknowingly bloomed before their eyes.    

The sword qi that was like a shooting star flashed through the crowd.    

Every time the sword qi was extinguished, a green lotus would wither.    

Every time the green lotus withered, there would be a "puchi" sound.    

With every puff, blood spurted out from the throat of a wolf.    

The six wolfwalkers couldn't even see Cheng Qing clearly. Just as they felt danger approaching, they could only throw away their weapons and cover their necks as they cried out.    

Behind the last wolfwalker, Cheng Qing revealed himself.    

The six wolfwalkers that were charging forward just now stopped their charge just like that. Behind Cheng Qing, they fell onto the stone wall like dumplings.    

The sword stance of Lotus Blooming Step by Step could at most kill seven people in a row. Cheng Qing still had some energy left.    

He did not even turn around to glance at the wolfsmen, because he knew that they were definitely going to die. He was not done yet as he looked towards the direction of the stronghold's gate once again.    

This time, he looked at Yelu Ming Guang, who was staring at him with those burning eyes, and made a hand gesture to wipe his neck from a distance.    

The meaning of this action was so simple and easy to understand.    

Look, your men are so weak, it's like I'm chopping up vegetables. From the looks of it, you are also a piece of trash. Are you ready to die, then?