In the case that the mainland has too much difference between the top strength and the strength of ordinary soldiers, it has become a common practice to go head-to-head before the battle.

Both sides sent top powerhouses, and the defeated side, in the next battle, must not do anything to ordinary soldiers, otherwise in terms of the strength of the Sword Master, it is still very easy to easily slaughter one or two thousand ordinary soldiers on the battlefield, and the Holy Magister is even more terrifying, and a large number of people will die if they drop a single magic.

Heads-up before the battle also became a common practice before the war on the entire continent.

Despite this, the top existence of the two sides is too different, and the ensuing war is also a completely one-sided situation.

Weisted is known as the Ten Sword Saints, because every time he kills an enemy, he only produces ten swords at most, although it is only ten swords, but for so many years since the founding of the White Yun Empire, no Sword Saint has been able to take ten swords in front of Weisted.

This Mr. Weisted was even more famous in the White Luck Empire than Enzoheid, who was not in the limelight, because he had been living in seclusion in the palace for many years, becoming the personal guard of the Baekje Emperor. That's not a big deal.

But among all the veteran saint-rank powerhouses in the imperial capital, there was not a single one who didn't know him.

Look at the burning golden fighting spirit on Enzosid's body.

The earth is indeed golden! Legend has it that Long Ming, the dragon fighting spirit that he couldn't get started with all his life's hard work, he actually practiced it!

Wisdom's face suddenly swept away, and there was a hint of yearning in his eyes, an almost reverent gaze!

"Your Majesty!" the Ten Sword Saint suddenly turned around and glanced deeply at the Baekje Emperor, his voice was not indifferent, but full of gentleness: "How long have I been by your side?"

“... It's been fifty-seven years. The Baekje Emperor suddenly saw something in Weisted's eyes that worried him, and he couldn't help but say, "Weisted." You..."

"Yes, it's been fifty-seven years, and you're almost what I grew up watching..."Wisdom looked up at the sky, as if to say to himself: "Back then, when we met for the first time, Your Majesty, you told the Emperor Xian that you asked me to be your guard commander, at that time I was just a great swordsman, and it was because of your choice that I had the opportunity to break through and achieve today's strength." For you, I am willing to stay by your side to protect you and accompany you through these fifty-seven years. ”

"Wisdom!"

"No, Your Majesty. You are the one who knows me best. "When I was young, I said that my greatest goal in life is to one day comprehend the dragon's fighting spirit and take revenge by slaughtering. It's a pity that I'm one hundred and thirty-eight years old this year, but I still can't get started. But Heaven has mercy on me, at least I can see with my own eyes someone who cultivates Jackie Chan Dou Qi, and that person is still the most outstanding disciple in my life. ”

Speaking of this, Wisdom suddenly knelt down on one knee and lowered his head deeply: "Your Majesty, in my life, I am fortunate to be the commander of your guards. But from today onwards, Wisdom can no longer be with you!"

After saying that, Weisted stood up, turned away from Baekje the Great, and the swordsman fell from the high platform like a cloud in a proud posture, and landed quietly in front of Enzoshiddi!

"Enzocid, my disciple, did you still hate me back then?" said with a hint of sadness in Wisdom's voice.

"Teacher, if it weren't for the dragon bone potion given to me by Di Siqi, maybe my grave grass would be taller than your people. When Enzocid saw Vested coming, he didn't have the slightest emotion, and his words were filled with endless resentment.

Weisted shook his head at Enzosid: "You should be punished for what you did wrong!"

After saying that, he gently pulled out his earth sword, which was a high-grade sword, made of the finest steel, but it was not inlaid with any gems, and it was obviously not blessed with magic. And the hilt of the sword is thinly wound with hemp rope, and it is conceivable that it must be very good to hold!

This "Ten Sword Saint" Weisted burst out with all his fighting energy, and the fighting energy around him gradually changed from gray to a faint silver brilliance.

The swordsman still raised his sword, and his gaze was calm: "Make a move! Let me see what level of strength you have reached after ten years!"

Enzosid's face also became serious, his face was full of solemnity, he was just taking the five swords in front of Westside, looking at the opponent in front of him, he took a deep breath:

"You'll be pleasantly surprised!"

A ball of golden earth fighting qi and a cloud of silver earth fighting qi collided fiercely, and the brilliant brilliance of the impact ground was reflected on the light curtain of the magic array in the sky, as if the soul of generations of earth swordsmen had existed forever for thousands of years!

The two supreme swordsmen fought each other, fighting like a grandiose, and under the violent collision, the earth shook the mountains and the ground, and even the majestic palace walls seemed to shake.

Above the Imperial City, in mid-air, Weisted's whole body fighting qi unreservedly urged out, and the silver fighting qi shone, forming a huge earth light cluster, and his earth sword blade was humming, at this time, those military earth swordsman masters in the whole field could see that this Ten Sword Saint had exerted his strength to the extreme!

A sword saint completely burst out of all the fighting energy, the power is very terrifying, even the high-grade long sword in the hand of Weisd can not carry this powerful fighting energy, the sound of the sword edge humming is a sign that it has reached the limit.

Enzosid's face was calm, and he looked at Weisted quietly. After the first violent collision between the two just now, Enzocid was already sighing in his heart.

The teacher is already old, the sword blade is not as good as before, and every block of his dragon fighting qi can reduce the opponent's power by one-third.

This is the hierarchical suppression of the dragon clan.

"First sword!"

"Second sword!"

"The third sword!"

......

The first time the two of them collided, Weisted had already injured him, and blood spurted out of his throat, but he was forced to swallow it by himself.

Is this the strength of the dragon fighting spirit? Wisdom felt a trace of humiliation in his heart, and he obviously felt that his apprentice had not shown his true strength.

This humiliation rolled in the heart of the Ten Swords Holy Land, and he roared, "Take out all your strength!"

Before the voice fell, Wisdom grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands and lunged down again.

The difference in strength between the two was too great, and Enzocid didn't even make a move, just passively defended and blocked.

Weisted's body shot out like a ray of light under a cloud of silver fighting energy, but the person suddenly disappeared under everyone's eyelids in mid-air!

Swish!

Almost without warning, the figure of Wisdom suddenly flashed beside Enzocid's left, and the opponent's sword slashed down on the head!

This is the famous skill of the Ten Sword Saints, the sword shadow is instantaneous! Wisdom has already mastered some spatial laws, and uses this spatial law to achieve short-distance teleportation.