The Ancient Red Dragon seed astonished, watching the Chi Xiao Sword flying in with the spoils of war, as if seeing that carefree and bold fellow, one who never suffered losses. Yet, even in a daze, it was just a sword.
Imdiately, it couldn’t help but laugh loudly:
"Hahaha, truly worthy of your sword!"
"Interesting, interesting!"
"I never thought that even after eight hundred years, you could still make laugh so heartily."
Those three fingers fell, Li Guanyi didn’t pay attention, just raised the battle bow in hand, looking at the Great Khan. The Great Khan, holding his palm, stared intensely at Li Guanyi with eyes like a wolf’s.
His cheek twitched, saying: "Retreat!"
The Great Khan left.
A mont of greed provides endless regret for the future. All heroes of the world are gamblers. In the chaos of war, when the tide cos, it is often a confrontation between heroes.
If they win the gamble, their fa rises.
But if they lose, then their lifeti glory and the prowess earned from a hundred battles vanish like smoke.
As the saying goes, a general’s success cos at the cost of countless bones.
Li Guanyi exhaled a breath. This move, [Sky-shooting Wolf], nearly exhausted all of his Primordial Qi. Unexpectedly, it only blasted that guy’s three fingers off. However, even though the prairie doesn’t have the Mo School, there should be sothing similar.
Even though he couldn’t kill that guy.
The rewards were greater than expected.
In the low hum of the sword, the Chi Xiao Sword returned to Li Guanyi’s side. At the sa ti, the national fortune of the Prairie Turkic shattered and dissolved, transforming into the flowing and surging Primordial Qi, all rushing into the Nine Provinces Tripod.
Accompanied by the roaring sound of the Nine Provinces Tripod.
The tripod, which was previously one-third full, was instantly filled.
In the roaring sound, a quarter of the tripod of the Nine Provinces Tripod was forcibly deduced in this way, with light glimring and swirling, roaring fiercely. Li Guanyi felt an implicit enhancent in his aura.
The foundation of four of the Nine Cauldrons was now established.
Although the prairie might not be able to form an entire state, if Mr. Po Jun is successful, acquiring the Seventh Prince’s prairie, connecting it southwards to Xiyi City, it might be possible, even if the power doesn’t count as a fully complete Nine Cauldrons.
At least occupy the position first, then compete for the Qi Fortune of the prairie.
This is the strategy of [Reverse the Situation].
"Return imdiately, Grandpa and the others are still dealing with the Iron Futu." Without hesitation, Li Guanyi, wielding the Battle Halberd, slashed a trench in the ground, erecting a flag beside it, inscribed with [In the sixteenth year of Tianqi, Prince Qin defeated the Turkic here].
Then turned back, with the montum surging forth, returning at a speed three tis faster than the pursuit, only to find no sounds of battle.
Just from afar, a scent of blood overwheld, stunningly shocking.
Rushing over, seeing Yue Qianfeng and the generals with faces of shock, standing respectfully beside, the green-robed old man’s fingers brushed over the wooden sword. On the Wooden Sword Dragon Map, blood pooled into droplets, flowing to the ground.
Surrounding corpses lay.
The Sword Madman is soone from the Martial World, the extre of those from the Martial World are like the Formation Leader, like the Longevity Guest, capable of standing against thousands of heavy cavalry alone, showcasing extraordinary abilities even when in formation.
But the Sword Madman is different.
Murong Longtu, among all the martial world grandmasters, was the strongest in individual lethality. On the Wooden Sword, Sword Qi brimd, the white-haired old man raised his eyes at Li Guanyi, fluttered his sleeves, smiling and nodding in greeting.
In battle, three thousand Iron Futu t their doom.
Man and horse’s equipnt left here, each with a sword mark on their foreheads.
The prairie was also stained red with blood.
How could the world know, of the martial arts legend, the number one in individual lethality.
...
"Grandpa, has your body fully recovered?!"
On the way back, Li Guanyi still inquired, the green-robed old man sitting on a warhorse, smiling gently: "Thanks to that strange poison you obtained, Guan Yi, I haven’t felt this refreshed in a long ti."
Li Guanyi nodded, having already checked the old man’s pulse more than once.
Murong Longtu’s breath was long and continuous, like the flow of heaven and earth, the aura of a martial arts legend, the vitality, although not as unique as Zhang Ziyong’s ceaseless vigor, nor the peak martial arts legend’s brilliance like the morning sun of Whale Hunter, but it’s endless.
Although it’s unclear how effective that Life Extending Gu from the witchcraft lineage would be for a martial arts legend like the Sword Madman, at least, this lineage’s heritage is not inferior to the na of the [Three Sects of the World].
The matter of Grandpa Murong Longtu, Li Guanyi acknowledged his debt.
Having t Mr. Siming, the lineage of witchcraft told him, hoping to hide their identity, retreating to dwell among the mountains and rivers. The reason why the Three Sects of the World hid their identities and lived in seclusion was not by choice.
Whether it was stargazing, divination, or witchcraft.
They could achieve mysterious feats that ordinary martial artists couldn’t.
Once exposed, it is bad rather than good. Li Guanyi agreed to this, allowing them to leave, while Miao Ziling still yearned for the prosperity of Jiangnan. So after obtaining the consent of the master, she temporarily remained at the Qilin Academy in Jiangnan Dao.
Beca an instructor in the discipline of Beast Taming.
His Highness Prince Qin was not stingy at all, generously providing funds, allowing Miao Ziling to expand her discipleship, turning the harmless part of the witchcraft lineage techniques into a kind of martial arts heritage.
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