Legend of Sword King

"How can a junior be so arrogant?" Two werewolves at the peak of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage suddenly jumped out from the group of Uighur soldiers. One of them wielded a saber, while the other cleaved at the same time with his axe.    

    

As powerhouses of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, when the two wolfwalkers attacked, their attacks were extremely formidable. Their weapons were covered in a layer of hazy Origin Energy, and as they cut through the air, an ear-piercing wail could be heard. With such an attack strength, not to mention a sixth level Xumi Stage martial artist, even if it was a Xumi Stage Eighth Stage martial artist, they would be heavily injured if they were unable to dodge it.    

    

The expression on Cheng Qing's face was calm, and the depths of his eyes were unperturbed. It was as if the one attacking him was not a peak level ninth level Xumi Stage expert, but an ordinary Uighur soldier. However, he could clearly see that these two wolfwalkers' cultivation levels were not at the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, but were at the peak of the ninth level after suppressing their cultivation levels.    

    

They were the absolute experts of the prison realm!    

    

Facing such an opponent, Cheng Qing didn't have any intention of fighting him head on. After he had advanced to the sixth level of the Xumi Stage, the purity and density of his elemental energy was enough to defeat an ordinary person of the eighth level. However, he couldn't defeat someone of the ninth level of the Xumi Stage, let alone the two people in front of him who were wolves.    

    

Cheng Qing didn't make any sound, and didn't even give a low shout. His body suddenly disappeared from where he stood without any warning, just like a phantom.    

    

The two wolfwalkers who had been determined to win suddenly felt an uncontrollable shiver in their hearts when they saw Cheng Qing disappear. As warriors of the Confinement Realm, they were experienced and knowledgeable. They immediately realized that Cheng Qing used teleportation techniques.    

    

However, regardless of whether it was in the Western Paradise or the Uighurs, Teleportation Technique was the most precious and strongest existence. Not to mention the fact that the aristocratic families did not have the qualifications to own it, even the Royal Family only provided a few geniuses.    

    

Just who was this youth?    

    

The two wolfwalkers couldn't help but think.    

    

However, this question was destined to remain unanswered. They had no time to think about it, because the moment Cheng Qing disappeared, they felt an extreme sense of danger. It was the fear of their lives from the instinct of death. In an instant, they felt as if they had fallen into a cave of ice. Their hands and feet became ice-cold, and all of the hair on their bodies stood on end.    

    

However, the situation in front of them was that their moves were already old. It was impossible for them to change them midway.    

    

Seeing that their attacks had missed, the two wolfwalkers were on the verge of screaming. Despair filled their hearts, and their faces were already drained of color.    

    

As expected, when Cheng Qing reappeared before their eyes, the two of them were no longer able to retract their weapons. This was because their heads had already left their shoulders and were spinning in the air, completely losing control of their bodies.    

    

Cheng Qing brushed past their shoulders and said softly, "Two."    

    

These were the last two words that the wolfman heard, but unfortunately, they would never understand the meaning of these two words.    

    

After getting rid of the two wolfwalker elites, Cheng Qing's footsteps didn't stop as he once again dashed back into the crowd of people. Those ordinary armored soldiers, as well as those low-grade Sumeru Realm wolves, simply weren't able to pose a threat to him. All of them were cut down by him.    

    

He whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Twenty-five steps."    

    

He was two hundred and forty steps away from Song Qianshu. Now, he had advanced twenty-five steps.    

    

"Too slow." Cheng Qing frowned. According to this progress, he wouldn't be able to reach Song Qianshu in an instant.    

    

When Li Muzhao and Yang Ruoxi rushed out from his flank, Cheng Qing's gaze suddenly became cold. His Heaven Lake Sword was upright in front of his brows, and he shouted: "Blue Lotus … "Jian Shan!"    

    

A beam of green light rose from the Heaven Lake Sword, shooting straight into the clouds. Purple clouds instantly rose up from the city wall. A mountain of swords was like a giant Buddha that raised its head in the sky, emerging from the purple clouds with great might.    

    

"Kill!" Cheng Qing brandished the Heaven Lake Sword, chopping straight down towards the Uighur soldiers in front of him!