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1Three days later, Fan Wuji took the Bloodline Pearl and went to the military training camp that was secretly constructed in the north of Zhennan Kingdom. There was a huge army of a hundred thousand hidden by Zhennan Wang. These hundred thousand strong soldiers were all elite soldiers, and they were the last trump card of Zhennan Wang. To someone as formidable as him, it was impossible for him to not have a trump card.

Fan Wuji didn't even bother with his clothes; he was still clad in his bloodstained white robe. His entire body was drenched in blood as he stood there like a bloody man. He was alone as he arrived at the training camp. There was a radius of several miles in front of him.

And at this moment, standing in front of the training field's main camp's wall was the Southern Zhenan King. Prince Zhennan, Xu Zhen, watched the scene in the distance with a pair of binoculars and a crowd of generals. He carefully observed for a long time before hatefully saying, "The person who killed my entire family was this child. This Fan Wuji destroyed a thousand and eighty-one people in my family. That was the whole family. I, Xu Zhen, am alone now. This bastard. Didn't my son just kill him, a lowly woman? Does the death of a lowly woman require my entire family to accompany it? "

While he was speaking, Fan Wuji was still carrying his two swords, heading in the direction of the training camp.

"This bastard, looks like he has nothing to be afraid of. How could there be such a person in the world? Even the God Realm warriors in the ancient books didn't have such powerful strength. His strength had already completely surpassed the ancient people. His martial arts have reached an unimaginable level. " Zhennan Wang looked at Fan Wuji's silhouette from the city wall, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"A single person killed tens of thousands of soldiers and caused them to crumble. What kind of strength is that?" I thought this world was a powerful world like mine, Zhennan Wang. I thought there was nothing in this world that could not be broken. But today, I understand what it means to defeat a thousand troops by yourself and then suppress a nation by yourself. " At this time, Zhennan Wang was filled with mixed feelings. As he stood on top of the city wall, he was filled with emotion.

At this moment, both of his temples had turned white, and his spine was slightly bent. The night had passed, and countless arrows had pierced his heart. This was the best description for his current state. The entire clan had been annihilated in one night. Tens of thousands of soldiers had been annihilated, and one person had fled to his base camp. What had happened in the past few days was just like a nightmare. He simply could not accept it.

"Reporting to Your Highness. That criminal has already entered our base camp less than a mile away. He has entered our crossbow's attack range. " At this time, a white robed general was kneeling on the ground in front of the city walls.

Zhennan Wang's expression changed drastically when he heard that. His face immediately distorted as he said, "Kill! Do not cherish the crossbows of those in the crossbow camp. Shoot however many you have. I don't believe that he can still protect himself in front of the ten thousand strong crossbows. I don't believe it. "These crossbows are enough to kill a tiger."

Following Zhennan Wang's order, countless crossbows were fired. These arrows were like shooting stars piercing through the sky, resplendent and gorgeous. These arrows covered the sky and shot straight towards Fan Wuji like sparks of fire.

As for Fan Wuji, his expression remained unchanged. He continued to carry his two swords and continued to run in the direction of the city walls. Following that, countless strong crossbow arrows, carrying a flame, pierced through the night sky, and shot straight towards Fan Wuji.

These crossbows were originally very penetrating. They carried gunpowder along with them. As they cut through the air, the gunpowder was ignited in an instant. … Even Empyrean Gods would most likely die under these endless arrows.

Not long after, "Fan Wuji" collapsed. His entire body went limp as he fell to the countless arrows.

As for Zhennan Wang, he stared at the scene through the telescope and excitedly jumped three times on the city wall. He was jumping in joy like a child.

Zhennan Wang shouted loudly, "Haha! Hahaha! The damned monster had finally died. How could such an overwhelming crossbow attack survive? Even though he was the martial dao god, he was also like this. He still died to my elite soldiers. My troops can sweep through the whole world. No one is a match for me in the south. No one was. "Haha!"

"No one is your opponent? Haha. You only think highly of yourself. " At this moment, a melodious voice sounded from behind Zhennan Wang.

"Who?" Who? Who is it? Hiding. Who stood behind me? " When Zhennan Wang heard this, he suddenly turned around and immediately saw a figure. He was so frightened that he froze on the spot.

That figure was dressed in a black robe. He slowly took off his hat, revealing his true appearance. This person was none other than Fan Wuji.

Zhennan Wang was so frightened that he jumped up and shouted, "How is that possible? Didn't you die under my crossbow? I saw it with my own eyes. I saw you die. Do you know the art of clone? Impossible. No one can do that. "

The black robed Fan Wuji laughed coldly, "Indeed, I don't know how to use clones. But I know golem arts. The one that died under your crossbow was just a golem I made. This golem is very similar to me, and we are so far away, you really can't tell if it's real or fake. "

"The real me, on the other hand, had silently snuck into your base camp. The one standing in front of you right now is the real me, Fan Wuji. " The black robed Fan Wuji said with an indifferent tone.

"Kill!" All of you, come on. Kill this devil for me. "Listen up, whoever kills him will be rewarded with ten thousand gold taels and a thousand marquis." Kill him. " Zhennan Wang roared like a madman.

Zhennan Wang was famous for his fear of death. He was willing to give up his eldest son for his own children. He had abandoned all his blood relatives for the sake of his own life. In his eyes, his own life was the most important thing. But today, he had finally reached the end of his road.

Although a hundred thousand taels of gold was tempting, how rich was the duke of Qian Hu? In the end, however, wealth and riches were nothing more than inconsequential things. In the face of his own life, these were merely Floating Cloud Ears. Thus, at this very moment, there was no one else willing to die for Zhennan Wang. They knew that they were facing against a godly person who had killed and defeated an army of tens of thousands by himself.

"Die!" Fan Wuji immediately waved his sword. This sword was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue out, its trajectory was unpredictable and cunning, and it flew straight towards the Southern Steadfast King.

Zhennan Wang died under this sword. Both of his eyes no longer had any trace of life in them. His body collapsed with a loud crash, and gurgling blood flowed out incessantly.

The hegemon of a generation, Zhennan Wang, had died in Fan Wuji's hands.

The funny thing is, he died because his son killed someone else's wife. And that man had been cultivating for ten years to get his revenge.

And Fan Wuji, who killed people, was honored by the world's swordsmen as the Sword God Limitless. Of course, there were also those who had seen his sword-arts and called him the Swordfiend, Fan.

And this major incident was what the author of the historical book called the tragic case of the one where One Sword was brought to the North to slay the God of Slayer the South.

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