Chapter Ninety-Three: The Descendants of the War King

Jiang Shenwu closed his eyes and felt carefully, and the Lingyuan fist technique he used in refining Fang Caifeng and Lin Xiao suddenly appeared in his mind.

After closing his eyes for a long time, Jiang Shenwu slowly opened his eyes, and a sneer appeared in his bright eyes that hid the sea of stars, and he immediately spit out a breath of turbidity, and muttered: "I see, this fist is the famous fist of the war king, this fist can contain seven different powers, one punch is sacrificed, and it will destroy the withering and decaying." ”

Jiang Shenwu found a corner, leaned against the wall quietly, the aura circulating in his body, circulating through the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and above his left hand, a black and purple demonic qi appeared, and this demonic qi floated into the air.

Then, between Jiang Shenwu's eyebrows, a stream of light floated out: "As soon as this fist comes out, it can contain five elements: wind, thunder, water, fire, demons, and more!"

Five different halos intertwined, turning into a colorful streamer, rushing into Jiang Shenwu's fists, he couldn't stop the ecstasy in his heart, and said with a smile: "Long'er, I will pass this method to you through my mind, so that I can cultivate!"

"Hmm!"

Xue Linglong nodded lightly, and then her beautiful eyes closed lightly, her eyebrows were picturesque, her skin was clean, her face was beautiful, and there was a faint flush floating on her pretty face as white as jade, and a stream of blue and purple streamers continued to enter her mind.

"Xuan-level low-level martial arts, such a powerful fist technique can completely make you invincible in the Lingwu Realm, and you can even fight with the powerhouses of the Yuanwu Realm!"

Xue Linglong Jade covered her red lips with her hand and said in surprise.

"I have to thank the predecessors of the War King!"

Jiang Shenwu smiled evilly in his heart, the inheritance of the war king is really strong, if it weren't for his martial god body, he might not be able to get such a powerful martial art, but unfortunately, so far, he has not been able to crack the mystery of the Infinite Sword.

"Then again, Long'er, your cultivation?"

Jiang Shenwu was a little shocked, Xue Linglong's aura had been skyrocketing, and after she came out of the Longshan Empire, she gave people the feeling that it was extremely cold and terrifying.

"I don't know why, now I'm already a six-fold cultivator in the Yuanwu Realm, and I even have a new grasp of the Will of Darkness!"

There was a faint flush on Xue Linglong's pretty face, and in the pitch-black star god space, there was only one shadow sitting cross-legged, and her delicate body exuded countless cold and dark aura.

"Boom!"

Countless reverberations emanated from the battle platform, and the qi wave swept some weak Spirit Martial Realm people out of the air, slamming heavily on the surrounding walls, sinking seven feet deep.

Standing invincible, his hands were stained with blood, he fell into madness, constantly panting, and blasted out a punch again, the bright red flames were like hell lava, a sea of fire rose into the sky, destroying and decaying, turning into fire dragons, and the surrounding air was fluctuating, as if to be swallowed by the sealed punch.

On the other hand, Lin Xiao was covered in blood at this moment, his left arm was missing, his clothes were ragged, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and his breath was extremely weak.

"Brute, you dare?"

At the observation deck, there was a majestic voice, it was an old man in gorgeous clothes, and his eyebrows were full of majesty and domineering.

"Huh!"

Feng sneered, like a hungry beast out of the cage, using all four limbs together, and slammed on Lin Xiao's body.

"Ahh I..."

Lin Xiao's terrible screams echoed in everyone's ears, and the hearts of everyone present trembled fiercely, their faces showed shock, they didn't expect that the third young master of the Lin family, at a young age, was the peak of the Lingwu Realm's cultivation, how graceful was it?

"Damn! All the heroes and heroes present, whoever can help the old man kill this ant, the old man will be grateful!"

The majestic voice of the old man of the Lin family suppressed the whispered talk of everyone present, but they looked at each other, no one dared to take a step towards the hero, the strength of the seal, the people present were obvious to all, who would go to the risk of life for the sake of a heavy thanks?

Seeing that the people present did not speak, the old man of the Lin family turned pale, and the green tendons on his neck burst out, and he was furious.

"Master Lin He, don't break the rules of this game, you still have to invite the next challenger. ”

With the appearance of the hot woman, Lin He sat on the chair in despair, and seeing this, Jiang Shenwu followed the shopkeeper and walked into the secret passage.

"Guest officer, if you really can't do it, don't force yourself!"

The shopkeeper kindly reminded.

"Well, thank you, but I'm in my own hands!"

Jiang Shenwu smiled lightly, then handed the shopkeeper a few spirit stones, and then pushed open the secret door, and what caught his eye was the seal that was healing, and the collapsed battle platform.

"What is your last name, this challenger?"

The woman's voice like a silver bell echoed in Jiang Shenwu's ears, making him very uncomfortable, and then, Jiang Shenwu spoke: "Don't have your surname Jian, and your single name is a Lin character!"

"It turned out to be the young man of the sword lin, listening to you, the little woman guessed that the young man is not the inheritor of the sword king?"

The woman laughed.

Jiang Shenwu raised his eyebrows and did not answer her.

Seeing that Jiang Shenwu couldn't answer for a long time, the woman also smiled bitterly, and immediately shook her head, Jiang Shenwu was wearing a hat, and the woman couldn't see his true face, so she quickly said cautiously as if she was guessing: "It turned out to be the inheritance of the Sword King, today, let us witness a world-wide battle, the decisive battle between the inheritor of the King of War and the inheritor of the Sword King!"

"Hmph, just a slave, what qualifications do you have to be called the inheritor of the War King, don't forget, our Lin family is the real inheritance!"

Lin He snorted coldly, and the tiger eyes glanced at Feng, and sneered disdainfully.

Jiang Shenwu had doubts in his heart, adjusted the aura in the collective, and immediately poured it into Feng's mind, and asked, "People of the Lin family, why do you say that?"

"No comment!"

Feng's red eyes glared at Jiang Shenwu, he thought that Jiang Shenwu was greedy for the Lin family's gratitude, so he came to crusade against him.

"Don't be nervous, maybe, I can get you out!"

Jiang Shenwu laughed lightly.

"Since you are already a corpse, why not tell you?" Feng said lightly, "The predecessor of the War King has already left the realm of the War King and went to the wider world to explore, before leaving, the predecessor of the War King taught me the way of the Sword King and the Ling Yuan Fist Technique, and asked me to carry it forward, but it is a pity that ......"

Feng's expression was sad, and he rarely showed a dejected expression: "One night when I was cultivating, the people of the Lin family paid a high price to hire an assassin to assassinate all the guards of the predecessors of the War King, forcibly searched my memory, took away all the ways of the War King and Ling Yuan's fist technique, and threw me into this place, and the Lin family revered power in the ancient city of Xisha, and what he said was the heir of the War King, and his credibility was hundreds of times higher than mine!"

Jiang Shenwu nodded lightly, he sighed lightly, Feng's experience made him very sympathetic, such ups and downs can make it possible to achieve hegemony.

Jiang Shenwu's eyes became indifferent, like the Nine Demon Emperor under hell, and said: "Take out all your strength, let me see if you are qualified to be the heir of the War King, if you fail, you will die!"