Chapter 21

Unexpectedly, it was not Xiuli who answered his question, but the thin and handsome boy beside him.

I saw him say calmly: I have heard that the swordsman of Jiadu is the best in Yindi. I am very skilled and come to challenge Jiadu.

Of course, since it is a competition in the same field, what if you don’t have a lottery ticket?

Let's do this...

If I win, then the Sand Wolf tribe must swear in the name of the Wolf God, stop expanding its territory immediately, and no longer fight with all other clans in the Yin land.If I lose, we will leave immediately and will never interfere in all the affairs of the Sand Wolf clan.

I wonder if the leader has the courage to have this?

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present suddenly felt an uproar and could hardly believe their ears.

A smile on the corner of Jiadu's mouth disappeared instantly.

His face turned cold on the spot.

At this time, if Jiadu can't hear the purpose of the other party coming here from his words, then he will be a fool.

He looked at Yàn Ling coldly.

He glanced at the leaders of the three tribes beside him, and saw the shock on their faces, and knew that the decision of the three of them had just surrendered to him had begun to shake.

Jia Du's face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.

His narrow eyes stared at Yànling, and the scars on his face seemed to have become even more ferocious because of the anger that was about to burst in his chest, and he said coldly.

If Lord Xiuli represents Yin Xia Shanggong, I am still interested, who are you?What qualifications are you qualified to challenge me?

It's not his fault for being so angry.

This is because the biggest obstacle to the Sand Wolf clan's unification of Yin land is that its power is second only to their Sand Wolf clan.

He had previously tested the reality of the Flying Eagle Clan and knew that with the power in his current hands, it would still cost a huge price to defeat and annex the entire Flying Eagle Clan.

Therefore, during this period, he has been expanding his power frantically.

All the smaller tribes around had surrendered to him, and now there are only four more powerful clans left. Because they have a good relationship with the Flying Eagle clan, they have always been reluctant to submit to him.

Jiadu had thought of forcing them to surrender by attacking and annexing.

However, these four clans are all medium-sized tribes with more than a thousand clan members. Although the warriors in other clans are far more brave than the other party, if they attack, they will lose at least four or five hundred people on their side.

If you can use thunder to shock them and subdue them, Jiadu will never choose to use this risky method.

Therefore, today he led the elite of the two thousand clans, with the thunderous force, and at the cost of nearly 200 warriors, he attacked and annexed the weakest of the remaining four clans in one fell swoop.

The purpose is to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, so that the remaining three neutral tribes that have been unwilling to join him and surrender to him.

His deterrent method of killing the chicken to scare the monkey is very effective.

The three originally swaying clans, such as the Gaoshan tribe and Huangsha tribe, were finally completely shaken after seeing his fierce means and were willing to join him.

The three most difficult bones to chew were finally successfully chewed by his wolf, Jia Du was extremely excited.

He also asked his beautiful wife to fuck the leaders of the three tribes on the couch, and his belly was filled with their stinky semen, which made the three of them taste the body of his beautiful wife on the couch, as the sweetness of the three tribes willing to surrender.

The opportunity to attack the Flying Eagle Clan in one fell swoop was finally ripe, but at this exciting time, the news of people coming from Yinxia Palace immediately disrupted the deployment of the rank.

The leaders of the three tribes who had just vowed to surrender to him all clearly stated that they wanted to personally confirm what the people from Yinxia Palace were doing.

Because if Yin Xia Xinggong intends to interfere with the actions of the Shalang clan in Yin, then no matter what, the three tribes will never anger Yin Xia Xinggong and must remain neutral.

Jiadu was furious, but he had no choice.

After all, Yin Xia Xinggong is equivalent to the belief of all Yin people. No matter how strong he is, he cannot change this fact.

Now Yàn Ling's answer is equivalent to confirming what Yin Xiaxing Palace wants to interfere with their Shalang clan. How can Jia Du not be angry?

His anger could not be poured out to Xiuli, who was the nine guards of Yinxia. The unknown Yàn Ling forced himself to come forward at this time, and naturally became his target of venting his anger.

However, at this time, Xiuli beside Yànling looked at Jiaoji with a faint look.

He is the future lord of Yinxia Palace and the next sword saint. Is this identity qualified to challenge the chief?

Xiuli's understatement words came into the ears of everyone in the venue word by word.

The whole audience suddenly became quiet and could hear the needle.

Even the whistling night wind seemed to stop.

Including the tribe leaders who followed, everyone in the field opened their eyes wide and looked at the calm-looking Yàn Ling with shocked and incredibly horrified eyes.

Completely aphasia amidst uneasiness.

At the same time, Yàn Ling also took off the oil cloth from Wuming's body, revealing its unusual black sword body.

The most respected elder Mansha among the Sand Wolf tribe, his old face suddenly became full of horror.

Heaven falls...

His voice seemed to be trembling, that was... Lord Sword Saint's Heaven's Fall!

A buzzing sound.

All the Sand Wolf tribe members had numb scalps.

All the shock finally burst out completely at this moment.

Even the heads of the other three clans who followed Jiadu were all panicked and half-kneeled on the ground, saluting respectfully to Yànling.

Meet the Lord!

Jia Du's whole body was shocked.

He had always acted arrogantly and arrogantly, and his eyes finally showed a solemnity that he had almost never appeared on his face in his life.

He actually misunderstood.

This handsome young man was actually the successor of Min Yu, a sword saint who was regarded as the god of all Yin people!

Staring at the dark sword in his hand, Give a heart to sink.

His narrow and cruel eyes kept flashing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yànling still stood proudly, waiting for the response from the higher level, and was not anxious at all.

After a while, Jia Du finally spoke.

He did not immediately agree to the challenge of Yànling, but stared at Yànling and said calmly.

The successor of Lord Sword Saint, of course, is sufficiently qualified.

But I want to ask, is this what Master Sword Saint means?

Yàn Ling smiled slightly and said: He asked me to handle this matter with all his own right. No matter what I do, he will support me behind my back.

Of course, I, Yànling, are not a person who is obsessed with it. If the leader is promoted to avoid fighting and is unwilling to take on my own challenge, I will never force it.

The gloomy face was facing each other with calm and smiling eyes.

After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth and said in a silence: Being able to fight against the successor of Lord Sword Saint is a great thing that Jiadu can't even dream of seeking. How could Jiadu refuse?

Take my sword.

Jiadu took over the challenge of Yànling.

In fact, from the time when Yiàn Ling decided to challenge the increase, he knew that the increase would never be rejected.

No Yin person can ignore the identity of the successor of the Sword Saint.

Being conceited is no exception.

A torch lit up around.

Extraordinary release of the body's arthros and stomach, and leak out the strong body under the clothes.

In his hand, a sharp sword that was not particularly long, but had a slightly curved tail tip and was very unusual in shape, shining with a cold light under the night.

The first time I met his long sword with a slightly strange shape, I would be at a loss if I didn't pay attention.

Although Yàn Ling has full confidence in himself, he will never underestimate the enemy.

Thousands of Sand Wolf tribe members formed a large circle, and a circular open space of at least dozens of feet was opened in the middle.

Everyone held their breath and tried their best to restrain their breathing.

In the huge venue, there were only the sound of thousands of people breathing at the same time.

Surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

The two people in the field were several meters apart and looked at each other.

There was no trace of expression on Jiadu's face with long scars.

But his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, like a blood wolf who was ready for attack, and the war in his eyes was about to burst out.

This is a terrible opponent who is extremely warlike and completely regards his life as nothing.

No wonder even Xinli is overwhelmed by him.

Faced with such an opponent, Yànling's playing style will never be the same as Xinli.

The two eyes intersected under the night, as if there was an electric light hit.

Everyone in the field held their breath and concentrated, thinking that the two people in the field didn't know when they were going to stand, so Jiao took the lead.

The long sword with a little arc that was originally held in his right hand suddenly turned back to his left hand at a speed that was lightning speed.

His figure merged into the night, and he rushed forward and rushed to the front of the lunar calendar.

The leader of the Sand Wolf clan, Jia Du, turned out to be a left-handed man.

In the information about Jiadu that Yàn Ling had learned before, there was no such thing as this, including Xin Li, who had fought with him.

In other words, he never used all his strength among all his enemies and opponents he encountered in the past.

At this time, he finally used a sword in his left hand, which meant that he knew that the Yàn Ling in front of him was the most powerful opponent he had never seen in his life and a powerful opponent who was qualified to kill him.

So he can no longer hide his own personal gain, and he will do his best when he takes action.

These thoughts passed by Yiànling's mind like lightning.

The next moment, Wuming, who was lifted by him in his left hand, fell into the palm of his right hand like lightning.

He exerted his strength, and his body almost turned into a phantom.

With the blessing of Qi, Yàn Ling not only raised the five senses to the limit of the human body, but also increased the physical energy and strength of the limbs to an extremely terrible level.

He later appeared in front of Jiadu.

The two were only a few feet apart, and Yàn Ling even clearly saw the sudden look of horror in Jia Du's eyes.

Wuming slashed down at Jia Du's face with an unexpected angle.

The extra effort that should have taken the lead was inevitably at a disadvantage.

There was a dull sound when it was heard.

The Wuming in Yànling's hand was in solid contact with the long sword in Jiadu's hand.

The audience held their breath and stared at the people in the field. They all clearly saw that the two of them had a high and thin body suddenly shook and took a small step back.

But he then suddenly twisted his waist and removed the remaining force that Wuming had subsequently stirred up from Yànling's hand at a strange angle.

At the same time, he stepped forward and followed the force-release posture to connect the long sword in his left hand to his right hand without any gap. The tip of the sword aimed at the position under the ribs of the shoulders of Yàn Ling.

The extra trial was both fierce and fierce. His counterattack was so fast that everyone expected in the big appearance.

The scene, which was so quiet that it didn't make any sound, immediately burst into a loud cheer.

People with vision in the Sand Wolf clan actually saw that when the two of them had already fought, their leader had actually suffered a lot in their mental strength.

Although their leader Jiadu seems to be not particularly strong in size, his strength and arm strength are the best in the whole family. Since his debut, those enemies who underestimate him because of his body have all learned profound lessons in this regard.

This was the first time they had seen someone suppressing their leader in the frontal battle.

It is not surprising to think of the other party's identity as the successor of the Sword Saint.

But the onlookers of the Sand Wolf tribe still felt a solemn atmosphere that was a little breathless.

It was not until they saw their leader undressing his remaining strength in an applauding way and turning against defense to offense that the Sand Wolf tribe regained their confidence.

Yànling felt a little nervous in his heart.

No wonder the level of the moment is the best sword technique in Yin realm.

The sword he just used 70% to 80% of his energy, and the strength of this sword was even one or two points stronger than when he was against Xin Li.

Jia Du's body is far less powerful than Xinli, but his physical strength is far beyond Yàn Ling's estimate.

What Yàn Ling didn't expect was that Jia Du responded so quickly, from blocking to changing hands to counterattack, the whole process was almost stopped at all.

Most of the people who made the sword would inevitably be at a loss when they faced him.

The cold sword light arrived in an instant.

There is no wave on the ancient well on the surface of the tomb.

The unknown ancient sword body was tilted from the ground, and the back shot was first to hit the tip of the sword that was stabbed hard.

This sword was full of energy.

Although Jiadu's sword technique is sinister and vicious, if he fights hard, how can he be the opponent of Yànling?

The moment the sword tips of both sides touched each other, the long sword in Jiadu's hand was immediately swept away and almost almost threw it away.

Jiadu's face changed wildly.

Just as he fought with Yàn Ling, Jiadu was shocked by Yàn Ling's terrifying strength.

Now that he turned to defense and attack, he not only returned in vain again, but also the huge force from the opponent's long sword was suddenly stronger and more difficult to resist than the first round.

Although Jiadu is left-handed, there is not much difference in the strength of his arms. The only difference is that the flexibility of the left hand is better than that of the right hand.

But the moment his sword was picked by the other party, he felt an extremely huge force. Not only did he swing his sword in an instant, but the energy was also transmitted to his wrist and arm through the sword body.

Jiadu's right wrist was numb and almost lost control of the sword in his hand.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his waist, flew back several steps, and without hesitation, he changed his numb right hand to his usual left hand.

Jiadu regrouped in an instant, but Yànling had already swept before him.

The nameless in his hand was opened and closed in a row at seven or eight different angles.

His movements were as fast as a dragon, and his aura was soaring to the sky. He slashed one sword after another, and his heavy slashed on the long sword that Jiadu tried desperately to block.

The thousands of Sand Wolf tribe members who were watching were all silently watching.

Even Xiuli, who was watching the game at close range, looked solemn.

She fought with Yàn Ling the most, and she knew his strength the most.

But after the two months after Yàn Ling accepted the inheritance of the Sword Saint, she found that she seemed to have set a distance between this young man who was originally a defeated general and that she was unwilling to admit but had to admit it.

Jiadu's swordsmanship was tricky and fierce. Xiuli thought to herself that even if she replaced her, she would probably not get any benefits from Jiadu's hands.

But at this moment, after Yiànling slashed with one sword after another, he was defeated step by step.

Not only will he retreat step by step, but he will be in a state of trouble, and even if he is not careful, he will immediately have a brain burst and his life will end up on the spot.

A crisp sound of clang.

Just after Jiayu tried his best to block the 29th sword that Yànling attacked fiercely.

His sharp sword carefully forged with essence iron finally could not withstand the heavy blow of Wuming and the combination of Yàn Ling Qi and power, and broke into two pieces.

Jia Du staggered and took several steps, his eyes full of horror.

When Yàn Ling's Wuming broke his long sword, his remaining momentum remained unabated.

When Jiadu looked up in shock, the black sword tip was less than one or two inches away from his face and stopped.

Jia Du's forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat at this time, and his hair was wet and he was pressed on his face, looking embarrassed.

Yàn Ling holds his sword and stands.

The whole audience fell into a dead silence.

Not to mention Jia Du stood there on the spot, even the thousands of Sand Wolf tribes who were present to witness the entire battle, everyone felt unbelievable.

The leader who they regarded as unbeaten was defeated in less than thirty rounds.

And during the whole process, facing the sword moves of the Sword Saint descendants, he had no power to fight back.

Yàn Ling stands firmly with his hands down.

He seemed to be very successful and freehand, but only he himself knew the truth.

In fact, he even scored nearly thirty swords, and each sword was exhausted with all his strength. This process was not as easy as the outside world saw.

Although the blessing of qi has improved his body to an unimaginable level in all aspects, the burden on his body is also increasing in succession with each use.

Excessive use of qi will cause his physical energy to dry up quickly.

With his current physical fitness and physical strength, just these more than 20 swords have consumed all the physical strength of Yàn Ling's body.

He seems calm on the outside, but in fact he is already strong on the outside and is definitely not much better than the increase.

He had to quickly defeat Jiadi in such a fierce way.

Only in this way can we create the illusion that the strength gap between the two sides is huge, so that Jiadu and all the Shalang tribe members will be afraid of being unscrupulous.

What will the next reaction of the A-level?

Will this fierce wolf, which is notorious in the outside world, obediently admit defeat and make an oath to no longer fight with other clans in the future?

Or tore up the pre-war bet he made with Yàn Ling just now and refuse to admit it?

Yàn Ling didn't know.

He had no in-depth understanding of Jiadu's person, only knew that the other party was a very ambitious person.

No one can guess what kind of reaction a person will react next.

If he wanted to tear down the rules set before the battle with Yàn Ling, it seemed normal.

But that is definitely not what Yàn Ling hopes.

The two looked at each other.

Jia Du stood there with a gloomy face, with no expression on his face.

The field fell into death silence, and the air seemed to solidify.

The faces of the Sand Wolf people were covered with horror and anxiety.

All of them, including the other three tribe leaders who accompanied him, looked at Jiadu, waiting for his next response.

Yànling stared at him calmly.

At this time, the gloomy face suddenly had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the smile then expanded to his face with a hideous scar.

Ha ha ha ha……

Have fun, feel happy...

He threw away the broken sword in half of his hand and smiled at the sky.

This is the first time I have ever made since I was a great sword skill. Someone can force me to the point where I can't retreat. It's so satisfying, it's so exciting...

He stared at Yànling, his eyes fell on Wuming in his hand, and said calmly.

May I ask Mr. Yàn, is this sword a Tianyun carried by Lord Sword Saint?

Yàn Ling smiled slightly and replied, "I still can't control the sword saint Tianyun. This sword is called Wuming, and it is another sword he forged with Tianyun.

Hearing this, Jiadu paused and asked in a deep voice, could he let Jiadu see it?

Yàn Ling is a silence. Since it is the requirement of the chief, what's wrong?

He threw Wuming forward casually.

Jiadu immediately reached out and took over Wuming whom he threw.

The next moment, as his hand held Wuming's hilt, Jiadu's face immediately showed a strong look of shock.

This sword is so heavy?

He waved it hard a few times, and his eyes even more horrified.

It turns out that Young Master Yàn has been fighting with Jiadu with such a heavy sword just now, which is incredible.

With the strength of the entire clan, he held Wuming in one hand, and still felt that it was quite difficult to swing. It was a heavy sword to fight against the enemy, even if a person with natural divine power was probably not an easy task.

And he has not forgotten what Yàn Ling said to him just now.

Yàn Ling asked himself that he was fashionable and could not control the Tianyun sword in the sword saint's hand. In other words, Tianyun was probably heavier than the nameless hand in his hand.

Extraordinary eyes flash.

He observed Wuming in his hand for a long time before finally walking towards the ling, holding a sword in both hands, and respectfully returned it to the latter.

After doing all this, Jiadu looked around the Sand Wolf tribe members present and suddenly exerted their strength to speak out.

In front of the descendant of the Sword Saint, Young Master Yàn, every Shalang tribe member listened to it, and stopped expanding from now on, and recalled all Shalang tribe members outside.

At the same time, I will tell the thirty-six tribes that originally surrendered to the Sand Wolf tribe that from tonight, I will take back their submission and return the freedom of all tribes.

I swear to the above resolution in the name of the wolf god. If there is any violation, God will punish him.