2527: C2527 The Northwest Blade Master(part I)

C2527 The Northwest Blade Master(part I)

After leaving the Dragon Pool, Lin Hao felt refreshed in his heart. He didn't plan to stay in the Imperial City any longer. Currently, he still had important matters to attend to. The crisis of the destruction of the empire was coming, and he needed to send all his friends and family to the Mount Moon so that he could feel at ease.2

Unfortunately, troubles always came uninvited.

Just as Lin Hao stepped out of Imperial City, two figures blocked his path, one in front and one behind.

"Lin Hao! Stop right there!"

A familiar voice sounded.

However, Lin Hao did not even bother to raise his eyes. He just kept moving forward.

That man felt the deep contempt from Lin Hao. He couldn't help but feel extremely angry. He flashed and appeared in front of Lin Hao.

The muscular man was holding a shining axe in his hand. It looked very scary, but it was the commander of the northwest desert, Desert Butcher!

Desert Butcher stood in front of Lin Hao. The majestic Aura on his body was pressing towards Lin Hao. The axe in his hand was condensed with endless Spiritual Energy. It was clear that he was provoking Lin Hao.

"Lin Hao, I told you to stop, but you still dare to move forward! You reckless thing, are you afraid now?!"

Desert Butcher chopped down with his axe, sending a huge gust of wind in front of Lin Hao. Chen, Lin Hao could only helplessly stop.

Lin Hao raised his head and looked at Desert Butcher, who was full of killing intent. He then glanced at the blade artist who was slowly approaching him from behind. He had some understanding in his heart.

This time, Desert Butcher seemed to have come prepared!

Lin Hao stood where he was, calm and composed. He said indifferently, "You have lost to me. Is there anything you need from me?"

The moment the words' loser 'came out, Desert Butcher's face instantly darkened. A kind of pressure that looked like a dark cloud was emitted from his body. His voice was as cold as the cold wind.

"Lin Hao, Eldest Prince would like to have a talk with you!"

Although Desert Butcher said please, his face was full of hostility. One could vaguely see the bloodthirstiness in his eyes. It could be seen that he hated Lin Hao very much.

Lin Hao tilted his head, glanced at Desert Butcher, and suddenly sneered, "Invite me? With just you? A loser?"

A ferocious expression appeared on Desert Butcher's face, but the corners of his mouth curled up into a ferocious smile. "Lin Hao, Lin Hao, I know you are very powerful, but there is a saying that goes, it is difficult to defeat four hands with two fists. You have to leave today, even if you don't want to! Do you know what kind of person is behind you? "

Lin Hao sneered and shook his head." Could it be another powerful person like you? "

Lin Hao's words were full of sarcasm and sarcasm. Even someone as strong as you, Desert Butcher, was defeated by me. Now, another powerful person like you is just a clown.

Desert Butcher was so angry that he wanted to curse, but a cold voice came from behind Lin Hao.

"I have long heard of White-robed God of Death's iron teeth and copper teeth. Today, I have seen him. He is indeed worthy of his reputation. I am not talented. I am a swordsman from the northwest."

A swordsman from the northwest in the northwest desert!

Lin Hao squinted his eyes. This name had piqued his interest.

Speaking of which, the war in the northwest desert of kingdom had been going on all year round. However, the commander of the northwest desert was not the current Desert Butcher, but the northwest blade artist, an extremely old and powerful Peak Martial Spirit.

In the past, the swordsman from the northwest used a wild blade from the desert to slaughter all fifteen cities in the border. He was the number one assassin in the past. The name of the swordsman from the northwest was just like how White-robed God of Death was in Cangyuan Kingdom today.

However, after Desert Butcher took over his position, he had never heard of the name of the swordsman in the northwest. Everyone in the world had their own guesses, but no one knew his whereabouts.

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