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Chapter 628 The Sword King of the Western Regions

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    Song Haotian came to Long Qianjiao and asked with concern: "How are you doing? Are you okay?"

    "Haotian!"

    Long Qianjiao threw herself into his arms and began to cry loudly. She had been really frightened just now, and the feeling of helplessness made her despair.

    At this moment, in this thick embrace, she found a sense of security.

    "Okay, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you."

    Song Haotian patted her shoulder, "Stop crying, let's resolve the matter at hand first."

    "You be more careful."

    Long Qianjiao also knew that now was not the time to vent, so she nodded and stepped aside.

    Song Haotian turned around and looked at Xia Feng with cold eyes: "Kneel down and die, leaving your whole body intact!"

    He didn¡¯t ask who the other party was, and he didn¡¯t even bother to ask. No matter who it was, he would soon become a dead person.

    "Boy, I admit that you have some tricks. No wonder Long Baimei values ??you so much."

    Xia Feng had a confident smile on his face, "But do you think you can fight me with this little ability? You're still far from it. You will definitely die today."

    Song Haotian frowned, but he didn't expect that this matter was related to the Long family.

    Xia Feng clapped his hands and shouted to the woods nearby: "Master Zhamuhe, it's time for your master and apprentice to take action."

    As soon as he finished speaking, two figures walked out of the woods.

    ? Judging from their appearance, these are two people from the Western Regions. The leader is an old man in his sixties, tall, with a beard, his eyes are as sharp as a knife, and he carries a Western Scimitar on his back.

    He is the famous Sword King Zhamuhe of the Western Regions. He is a strong man in the early stage of Heaven Rank. His best skill is swordsmanship.

    Next to him was a middle-aged man of about 40 years old. His aura was equally strong, and his cultivation had reached the late stage of the earth level.

    He is Zhamuhe¡¯s chief disciple, the master-level strongman Batu.

    Both of them are worship elders hired by the Xia family, and this time they were urgently recruited to Paradise City by Xia Tian.

    Xia Tian stepped forward and said respectfully: "Master Zhamuhe, this boy has some cultivation skills, and I would like to ask you to take action."

    "No need. To deal with such a young boy, there is no need for my master to take action. I am enough."

    Batu had an arrogant look on his face. After finishing speaking, he strode towards Song Haotian without taking the other person seriously.

    In his opinion, such a young man in his twenties, even if he has some cultivation, can never be his opponent.

    Xia Tian also thought the same thing, and shouted from behind: "Master Batu, don't kill this kid first, destroy his cultivation, and then cut off his legs, I will still be useful."

    "I see."

    Batu agreed, then came to Song Haotian and said with an arrogant expression: "Boy, should you do it yourself or should I do it?"

    ¡°Young barbarians dare to come to China and run wild.¡±

    As soon as Song Haotian finished speaking, the Minghong Sword in his hand turned into sword lights all over the sky and slashed at him.

    "this¡­¡­"

    As the saying goes, an expert will know if there is a weapon as soon as he takes action. When he saw the sword light filling the sky, Batu's expression suddenly changed.

    He never expected that the young man in front of him not only had high cultivation, but also had such superb swordsmanship. Even though he thought he was a master of swordsmanship, he could not find any flaws.

    In panic, he quickly drew his sword and faced him with the Western Scimitar in his hand.

    Since you can't find a flaw, you can only fight hard, hoping to block the opponent's offensive and save your own life.

    At this moment, the contempt in his heart was swept away, and he used all his strength.

    The Scimitar of the Western Regions rushed forward, with a click, and was instantly twisted into iron powder by the light of the Minghong Sword.

    "ah!"

    Batu was immediately shocked. He never expected that the opponent's knife would be so sharp. At this moment, he was full of regret. He could just watch from the side. Why should he pretend to be this?

    In panic, he turned around and ran away, but it was too late. The sword flashed, a head flew high, and blood sprayed all over the ground.

    "Well¡­¡­"

    This time, everyone in the audience was shocked, and Xia Feng was so surprised that his mouth opened wide and could not be closed for a long time.

    Out of the pride of a disciple of a big family, although Long Baimei said that Song Haotian was powerful before, he didn't take it to heart at all, feeling that he could not be compared with the elders of his family.

      Never expected that Batu would die in the hands of the opponent as soon as he took action, without any ability to resist at all.

    The contempt on Zhamuhe's face disappeared instantly. Originally, he was still a little dissatisfied with Xia Feng's arrangement.

    I feel that to deal with such a young man, asking myself, the sword king of the Western Regions, to take action is just like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes, and is overkill.

    But now it seems that is not the case at all. This young man is definitely the strongest person he has encountered since his debut. Even he, the sword king, cannot see through this sword skill.

    "Boy, you dare to kill even my apprentice, the Sword King of the Western Regions, how brave you are."

    A strong fighting spirit ignited in Zhamuhe's eyes, and he reached out and pulled out the scimitar from behind. The handle of his knife was made of pure gold, and the blade shone with cold light. At first glance, it was not ordinary.

    Song Haotian shook his head, his face full of disdain.

    "The King of Swordsmen of the Western Regions, you dare to call yourself the King of Swordsmen with your little skills. It's a joke."

    Indeed, as the God Emperor of Haotian, the opponent's sword skills are simply inferior to him in his eyes, let alone a sword king.

    "You arrogant junior dares to look down on me. Today I will show you what real swordsmanship is!"

    The knife strike just now had left a strong shadow in his heart. Zhamuhe did not dare to take it lightly and struck first.

    The scimitar in his hand flashed a dazzling light, slashing toward Song Haotian's neck like lightning.

    He calls himself the Sword King of the Western Regions and has profound knowledge in the use of swords. The sword was so fast and fierce that the bodyguards around him didn't even see how he made the move, and all they felt was admiration in their hearts.

    ¡°Even the pearls of rice dare to shine!¡±

    Song Haotian¡¯s hand flashed with the light of the sword, and he shouted loudly: ¡°The first move of the nine-turn dragon-slaying sword, kill the living beings!¡±

    Just now, he didn¡¯t even use his sword skills against Batu, he just slashed at random, but now he used the Dragon-Slaying Nine-Turn Sword to show Zhamu some dignity.

    As soon as the sword technique was used, the sword light in the sky instantly turned into a giant dragon, and it rushed towards Zhamuhe with its teeth and claws.

    As for the sword lights drawn by the Full Moon Scimitar, they were crushed without a trace in an instant.

    "ah!"

    "Zhamuhe's heart instantly stirred up a huge wave of fear. After so many years in the world, he had never seen such superb sword skills. Only at this moment did he realize that this young man had not used his full strength just now.

    The most important thing is that the opponent's strength has reached the early stage of heaven level, and is not inferior to him at all. Whether it is cultivation or sword skills, he is suppressed to death, without any resistance.

    "Where did this evildoer come from?"

    Zhamuhe was about to cry. He never dreamed that he would meet such a strong swordsman in China.

    There was no way back now. He could only desperately activate the energy in his body and use the full-moon scimitar in his hand to its full potential.

    Unfortunately, his sword skills were simply too weak in front of the Nine-Turn Dragon-Slaying Sword, and he only blocked it for a moment. Then the sword light shattered, the scimitar flew out, and a dazzling sword light struck his head.

    Zhamuhe stood there straight, a line of blood spread from his forehead, and then a blood arrow spurted out, and he fell on his back.

    The majestic heaven-level master, the famous sword king of the Western Regions, was killed by Song Haotian's sword.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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