Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 344:210. Sir’s Monster Disciples

Translator: 549690339

In terms of strength, the top ten of Xia Ji’s ninety-nine disciples had already reached the Transcendence Realm. Xu Lingling had even seen the Black Emperor’s demonic fire by chance, and the demonic fire had even stimulated the recovery of her bloodline to a certain extent.

That time, after Xia Ji and Su Tian faked a fight, Xia Ji ate a red embroidered ball and accidentally released his demonic fire while resting at the bottom of the lake.

Logically speaking, Xu Lingling should be first.

Whether it was her power of scheming, mental distortion, proficiency in using a knife, and so on, she was a first-class existence.

In those ten years, she had actually secretly gone out to train and become a legendary killer-her mother.

Compared to her excitement at seeing blood, Wind-on- Snow had never killed anyone before, so he vomited whenever he saw a dead person.

Even so…

Xu Lingling was still suppressed by Wind-on-Snow for ten years.

Xu Lingling had thought about it herself. If she was a female butcher, then… Wind-on-Snow was like a believer.

The blade he wielded was filled with devotion, a special, powerful, and extremely self-centered spirit.

His teacher once said, ” The human body is like a lonely boat, sailing on the ocean of the spirit. The stronger the human body, the steadier the boat. The more majestic the spirit, the farther the boat can sail.”

There was no doubt that Wind-on-Snow was energetic.

He brandished his saber as if he was offering sacrifices.

He carefully and gently offered his life to the altar.

This group of children usually did not see many people. The only people they saw were Xia Ji, Su Tian, Ji Xuan…

When the first two had nothing to do, they would casually give them a few pointers and even give them some medicinal pills.

It was not strange that there were monsters among them. It would be a joke if there were no monsters.

Wind-on-Snow was.

Xu Lingling was the same.

Compared to these two, he was straightforward.

Nian Ying’s battle had many more techniques. The saber in her hand was unpredictable, as if she was dancing in her palm. She kept blocking the attacks of the three assassins.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

The sound continued.

She seemed to be retreating continuously.

She retreated in a panic, so much so that she accidentally entered a deep alley without realizing it.

The three assassins continued to attack. They no longer had the confidence they had at the start, and they no longer had the heart to elegantly kill this girl.

They were now attacking crazily. Layers of shadows pounced on them and slashed out.

Every time,

Nian Yingdu was barely holding on.

Every time,

Nian Ying gave people the feeling that she would not be able to hold on for the next second.

Until she had nowhere else to go and her back was pressed against a cold and thick wall.

This was the end of the alley.

The three assassins from the Blood Rain Tower looked at each other and pounced at the same time.

Da da da da!

One man in the middle,

The other two stepped on the walls on both sides and flew quickly.

Three phantoms filled with bloodthirsty aura flew over.

A strong wind blew.

Nian Ying looked at the deep alley..

It was really deep…

Even the streets seemed to be far away.

She pressed the knife, grabbed the knife, and lifted the knife in one go.

Immediately, his tall body entered a state of meditation.

In the next instant…

Whoosh!

A gray shadow shot out from her body. It was expressionless as it headed into the distance. It was like a black light that filled the narrow alley.

The black light swept past the three A-class assassins and they were already standing at the entrance of the alley in an instant. Seeing that the street was empty, they turned around, held their knives, and returned.

During the process of returning, the three of them were unharmed, but they had already collapsed to the ground. They were not breathing, and it was obvious that they could not be any more dead.

The saber cut through the divine soul, but it did not harm the physical body.

This was the Yang God Dao Technique.

Whoosh!

The gray shadow returned to the stiff Nian Ying’s body. Only then did her tall and slender body regain its vitality. At the same time, she could not help but shiver.

“It’s really cold.”

Nian Ying crossed her arms and looked at the book in her arms. It was intact.

Only then did she heave a sigh of relief. This was the first task that the teacher had given her. How could she not do it well?

At a certain intersection in the mountain pass.

A white-robed macheteman cut off the last killer’s head and shook his head with a sneer. He said, “”Useless trash.”

This was Du Bai, number ten.

However, there was still some regret on his face. This was because during the battle, he realized that the [Sun God Dao Technique] did not seem to be that easy to use.

The longer they stayed outside, the more weakened they became.

He was a little regretful. When he first chose the cultivation technique, his teacher had repeatedly emphasized that this [Yang God Dao Technique] was not easy to cultivate and difficult to master. After mastering it, there would be many restrictions.

Didn’t he see that Wind-on-Snow and Xu Lingling had both chosen Yin-Yang Five Thunder?

Du Bai sighed. He grabbed the book titled ” The World’s Energy ” tightly and walked toward the small mountain city.

This was the battle situation of the top ten.

However, the disciples who were ranked lower did not have it easy.

Some fled frantically.

Some were seriously injured.

There were even some who were killed and had their scrolls stolen.

However, the killer also took a token from the dead disciples.

They didn’t recognize this token and didn’t plan to report it, so they casually put it in their pockets as a small treasure.

However, the Blood-clothed Tower did not lack smart people. After the first night, when dawn arrived,

Zhao Ge, the leader of the third floor, sat on a large chair with his legs crossed. He elegantly ate some unknown meat while quietly listening to the report of the battle.

Whether it was the killers in his building or those mysterious people who were walking around with books, there were both dead and injured..