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Chen Qing gave a low shout, his eyes as hard as iron. The Heaven Lake Sword cut, cut, pierced, raised, and thrust, one after another, sword qi after another, all coming from different directions to attack the Yale Protector.

Yeh Lu Bao's expression became increasingly gloomy.

The surprise in his heart grew stronger.

The reason was simple, he had already been struck several times!

Although he managed to avoid the fatal wounds with every strike, even though there were only two wounds on the armor that had blood on them, and it was only a shallow cut on the flesh.

Although he was not the number one Uighur at the moment, he was definitely the number one prodigy in Uighurs. He had fought countless times in his life, whether it was on the battlefield or in the martial arts world.

And in the past ten years, no one had been able to harm him in the slightest!

Regardless of whether it was in the Uighurs or in the surrounding countries, those with the ability to hurt him were already extremely rare. These people all had illustrious statuses, so they would not easily fight with him.

Even if someone relied on a cultivation realm similar to him and crazily fought him, the final result would still be that someone's life would be easily taken.

His martial arts were unique, his combat skills were superb, and his mind was above average.

But now, a mere Xumi Stage Eighth Stage youth had caused him, who hadn't bled for ten years, to bleed once more!

If the other party had used a method that he was unable to comprehend and allowed him to smell the scent of his own blood, he would have exploded into a rage.

But that was not the case.

As the battle went on, Yershalaim could not hide the surprise in his eyes again and again.

For the first time, he sensed sword intent.

This teenage boy had actually cultivated sword intent!

If it was just ordinary sword intent, the Heavenly Law Protector would not even put it in his eyes.

But not.

This fellow called Cheng Qing, his sword intent had already reached the next level, or at least the second level!

Yershalaim couldn't help but be shocked.

In the entire Western Paradise, the strongest cultivator was naturally at the Great Perfection Stage. There was no lack of sword cultivators, but the number of those who could reach the second level of sword intent could be counted on one's fingers.

And every person with this level of sword intent was a terrifying existence on the killing field. If his opponent couldn't be crushed by his cultivation level, it wouldn't matter at all. As long as the opponent had a chance, he would die without a care!

In all of the Nineteenth Nation of the West Continent, no sword cultivator had ever gained enlightenment of the Dao of the Sword.

It was said that only the Qin Empire had comprehended the third level of the sword intent.

It required talent, legacies, and even guidance from a master!

The sword intent had added the first bloody wound to the left arm of the Yale Protector. If it weren't for the Yershaler's quick reaction, this strike would not have cut his arm, but would have stabbed into his chest instead!

Without waiting for Yelu Protector to question Chen Qing's source of sword intent, he was forced into a state of panic by Chen Qing, and another bloody wound appeared on his shoulder.

This time, Cheng Qing was relying on a battle skill!

It was a battle skill that surpassed the Yeru Protector!

This wound caused Yale's eyes to turn blood-red.

Shameless!0

He had lived for a hundred years, and in countless battles, the Grandmaster Battle Skill he had honed was actually defeated by a young man?!

The bridge he had walked over was longer than the road this boy had walked on, so why would he lose to him in terms of combat skills?!

He wasn't an idiot. He was the most talented wolf walker in the whole of the Uighur Aristocrat Clan! The battle skill that he had honed with his entire life was actually inferior to a young man?

How preposterous!

The Jarod was furious.

The result of his uncontrollable rage was that there was a third bloody wound on his body!

The Yale machine's eyes were about to pop out of its sockets.

This time, he did not clearly see Cheng Qing's sword style.

This meant that the cultivation technique that the other party cultivated was of a much higher grade than his!

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