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Chapter 93 The Lonely Swordsman

Sikong's movements froze, but his face, which was comparable to a city wall, was still pale, and he didn't blush even a little, so he pretended to cast a spell: "You have passed the test given to you by the true god, and I will give you the honor of ascending to the kingdom of God, come to Beside me..."

As soon as the words fell, the words became a prophecy, Shougu City disappeared from the rain of thunder, earth, fire and swords, and appeared beside Sikong.

It is a large space technique that is extremely difficult to practice in the magical world.

'thump! '

Leaving the dangerous situation, Shougucheng rolled onto the ground without any image, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, but the hilt of the sword was still held tightly by him.

Hold it until you die and won't let it go.

Holy healing technique!
A ray of milky white light descended and landed on Shougucheng, and his injuries improved rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.Shougucheng gained a bit of strength, and then he looked at the staff in Sikong's hand in amazement.

The eyes are clean, without blemishes and turbidity, just pure appreciation.

Of course, if it is a legendary sword, then maybe.

On the river, the sky thunder set fire to the ground, and even boundless sword rain fell, directly turning the dry river for ten miles into a purgatory, with thick smoke billowing, sand and gravel filling the sky, just like the end of the world.

However, the sides of the river were not affected in the slightest, and the shrubs that had been dead for many years still maintained their appearance when they were alive.

After a while, Sikong faded away from the thunder, earth, fire, sword and rain, looking at the messy river with dark red magma crawling like a snake, he was also startled by the power of this spell comparable to a forbidden curse.

'Unfortunately, this is not my power after all, it is an illusion. '

Sikong secretly felt regretful, looking at the dead river, with only arcs of electricity and magma passing by from time to time, it seemed that those eight people had long been buried in the rain of thunder, fire, swords and thunder.

Rock Armor!
The Extreme Wall of Earth!

Continuous soil arrows!

……

With a stick of thorns, Sikong blesses himself with hundreds of defensive magic tricks one after another, and the shining elemental power completely obliterates him.

Only then did Sikong stride towards the river with peace of mind, like a pioneer picking up rags from a garbage dump, turning the river with a thorn staff.

Turning over a charred mummy, the mummy was directly stabbed into a sieve by Jian Yu, Sikong saw the bulging clothes of the mummy, and pulled it out with the thorn staff.

However, a handful of scalding metal objects even partly melted into molten iron, and a symbol of a steel fist and hammer was vividly engraved on the top of the metal object.

It was a piece of metal made by a master dwarf. It might have been a rare magical weapon, it might have been a sacred thing, but now it was nothing more than a handful of molten iron, worthless.

Sikong sighed, and continued to turn the completely carbonized river.

From time to time, there are horrible mummies lying on the ground, and even only severed limbs and black heads remain.

Here, there is silence, no breathing.

Only the remaining ground fire is still spreading, enjoying this rare madness, and refuses to return to the underworld.

"what?"

Suddenly, the tough thorn staff bent, as if it had stabbed a hard object.

With all his strength, Sikong broke the red-hot rock.

Below, a corpse.

Wearing scorched black clothes with lavender tinge on the edges, he is tall and curled up with Sikong on his back.

It seems that he hid under the rocks in the river for refuge during his lifetime.It's a pity that living has become a long-cherished wish after all, and his survival posture will always be frozen.

He is the prince in purple.

Sikong was not happy, nor was he saddened by the death of a rabbit.

Based on the principle of making the best use of everything, he calmly turned the corpse of the prince in purple, and then, a snake-shaped jade pendant fell from the neck of the corpse.

It seemed gray and full of dust, but with a touch of Sikong's hand, the snake-shaped jade pendant immediately regained its brightness. When the skylight came in, it actually reflected ripples like water.

Polished surface, inlaid snake body, purple with gold color.

"This is, the real hidden treasure?"

A real warm feeling spread into Sikong's heart, and then, the stress program for this competition was activated, and a message flooded into Sikong's heart.

'The dagger snake kiss is the head of the emperor's shadow guards: Master Yi Hanyin cast it.Good at disguising, chasing and killing blood tanks, made of natural jade and artificial alloys in the star core through nine processes'

Sikong was secretly pleasantly surprised, he didn't expect to get a real treasure.

Real treasures, as the name suggests, are treasures that can still exist in reality.

This all-real hunting competition was jointly organized by the Imperial Bureau of Education and the Youth Charity Foundation, and it was highly valued.

Not only does it use a complete Middle-earth world as the background and playing field.There are even cultivators who are comparable to true immortals, and strong men from the six-dimensional empire take action to send real treasures into the Middle-earth world transformed by the spirit, allowing illusions and reality to intersect.

That is, as a reward for the competition, it also adds color to this competition.

But the real treasure lies in a hidden word.

From stubborn stones and rotten wood to sacred objects used by the true god, they may all be real treasures.

There are no rules.

It all depends on the experience of the contestants, and a little bit of luck.

And just when Sikong was overjoyed and subconsciously focused on the snake pattern.

The body of the purple-clothed prince moved.

As if shedding a layer of old skin, the curled up corpse left a scorched black shell in place, and an afterimage was seen skimming out of Qiaoyan and heading directly to the river!

The prince in purple is actually not dead!
In the heavens and worlds, there is a kind of insect called gecko, which can break its tail and run away.Unexpectedly, this purple-clothed prince, who is an outstanding man in the empire, did the same thing. First he dropped the treasure to distract Sikong, and then he took the opportunity to escape for his life.

The tenacity of the mind can endure the torment of thunder, fire, sword and rain.

The determination of the heart, the snake pattern and other real treasures can be thrown away without hesitation.

Sure enough, there are very few simple characters who have survived the ten-year game.

Even Sikong didn't react at this moment, even though he thought that someone would counterattack by feigning death, and blessed himself with a hundred kinds of defensive magic for this, he didn't expect this to happen.

But suddenly, a clanging sword sound came from the riverside, which lasted for a long time.

Then a red sword light swept across the ground, spreading out layer by layer, flattening the shrubs that had been dead for many years.

Then, all sounds and colors suddenly fell silent.

The wind is calm, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, as if the sword cry just now was just an illusion.

Sikong chuckled, grabbed the jade pendant with the snake pattern, used the staff of thorns as a crutch, and climbed up the river with some difficulty.

Then I saw Shougu City standing on the yellow sand, holding the hilt of the sword, closing eyes and waiting.

And at his feet, a headless corpse sprinkled blood red, staining the yellow sand.

But Sikong glanced around, and saw that there were no other footprints in the desert except for a series of footprints that moved forward in a hurry.

Seeing this, Sikong stared.

This shows that Shougucheng has a clear understanding of all the actions of the man in purple, and the prophet will follow the path he will walk, adjust his energy to the peak, and wait for his arrival in the yellow sand.

Then, he killed with a single sword, simply and neatly.

What a lonely swordsman!

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