[Death Field], 4,320 activations.

Overall grade: LV74

Martial Style, Undercurrent, Hundred Rounds of Slashing

At this time, the entire Sword Slave Island was surrounded by a gale that tore through the steel, and the matter and flesh and blood such as the building and the Sword Slave were wiped out invisibly, like a solid cyan tornado, Al let out a howl of unknown meaning, his spirit should have been on the verge of collapse, but as one of the important characters on the future stage, the fate energy protected the soul that was riddled with holes.

Jiang Yuan didn't take out his sword, just waved his hand, and the surging wind and flow tore everything in front of him.

The boredom brought about by thousands of repetitions is simply not comparable to those days when the sword was constantly swung.

……

[Death Field], 54,500 activations.

Because Al's level is too far away from him, the experience point gain has dropped to the freezing point, but it is not completely absent, and the holy stone can still draw a pitiful amount of power from it.

Comprehensive grade LV100, [Xeon] transcendent

Martial Style, Endless Undercurrent, Maximum Rotational Slash

A little tiredness came in, and the level was full so that the Nirvana system felt the opportunity of Nirvana.

Back in time, the two had just met.

Al fell to his knees, staring at the sky with empty eyes, blood flowing from his eyes and nose, and the energy of fate dissipating with the wind, in fact, after 10,000 times, it was impossible for him to activate the [Death Realm].

"You can go." Jiang Yuan said, the words were full of indifference, and he launched an attack without saying anything, killing tens of thousands of times in a row, under the premise of no injustice and no revenge, this kind of behavior is destined to have nothing to do with things like kindness and justice, and to some extent, even if it is attacked by the brave team in the future, it is natural.

There was no answer, when the continuous killing stopped, Al's body shattered inch by inch and turned into dust, the spirit and the body have a qualitative relationship, and the limit of the end is real.

The sword slaves took control of the audience, and the Nine Gods of the Empire were preparing to lead their teams to suppress it, and in a corner that no one was aware of, [Xeon] was quietly born.

"Estimated five years."

The time required for the first life of Nirvana is five years, the second life is about five hundred years, and as for the end of the third life, which is already the final sublimation and qualitative change, there is no need to sleep for 50,000 years.

"Priscilla."

Jiang Yuan judged the suitable candidates around Jiannu Island, and only Priscilla, who would become one of the five candidates of the Dragon Kingdom in the future, could barely get into the eyes, but this measure was from the perspective of the true god, in terms of the world, the other party was already considered a monster, and the most important thing was that he was ambitious, and he didn't have to waste his energy to spur him all the time, and Emilia, who was more qualified, was eliminated from the selection from the beginning.

……

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“…… The Imperial Capital sent the Nine Gods to clean it up, this rebellion is doomed to fail, you don't look like an ordinary harlequin, then the so-called freedom is actually a lie. ”

Priscilla used a fan to cover her mocking expression, there was no possibility of winning at all, and the leader on the opposite side estimated that it was just to transfer the nine gods from the imperial capital, one may not be good, but if there were similar riots in various parts of the territory, then the guardian power around the emperor would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

The sword slaves were stunned when they heard this, and turned their heads to look at Ubic, who looked very helpless when they spread their hands, which made everyone understand that they were abandoned children with a sad fate.

"But it's not all lifeless, the world is tailor-made for concubines, since all the harlequins have been abandoned by fate, it's better to wag their tails and beg in front of the concubines......"

Before the words fell, just as Priscilla was about to completely control the situation, the area around the Sword Slave Island in the eastern part of the empire suddenly changed.

The sky was covered with dark clouds at some point, the howling wind of wild ghosts was deafening, the clouds pressed down, dozens of tornadoes descended, and the violent and furious wind enveloped the island, forming an unprecedented whirlpool.

The lake was scraped clean, the demonic beasts were dead, the flesh and blood melted into the whirlpool and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and on the other side of the drawbridge, the Third Knights suffered a devastating blow, ninety percent of the personnel were reduced to bones, and the vicious man barely protected his subordinates on both sides.

The sword slaves looked up blankly at the sky that seemed to have fallen, the turbulence of the magic power of the wind attribute was stirring endlessly, and the vast sense of oppression filled every corner.

Suddenly, countless cyan silk threads resembling cobwebs descended, piercing the heads of more than a thousand sword slaves and trapped spectators with precision, and the control of their bodies was detached, and someone used the ability of the Wind Elf King to restrain their prey in order not to start from scratch after waking up.

Countdown to suicide: five years.

On the other side of the suspension bridge, after a burst of flying sand and rocks, the vicious man was cold.

As an assassin, determining the aura of his prey was a top priority, and because of this, he knew how terrifying and strange it was to lie ahead, and this sudden danger of death was far more than the cyan thunder.

The Nine Gods will be the third seat, with a comprehensive level of LV73

The Empire's top assassins, in addition to being completely invisible, also have the ability called [Past Protection], which can rewind the creatures they touch to a ten-year-old state, including but not limited to physical fitness, energy limit, thinking speed, and cognitive level.

Unwilling to die like this, the Vicious Man mustered up the courage to take a step forward, only to see a bottomless rift stretch out from the side, until it cut through the mountains in the distance.

It's a great power to change the terrain.

"Take the next sword, go and stay free, or listen to me patiently." Jiang Yuan opened his mouth and said, he was very sleepy now, and he didn't have time to pull the other party.

"Your Excellency, please speak." The vicious man replied with a smile.

"From today onwards, I will leave the Empire, follow the former princess, now known as Priscilla, and come back here in five years, during which time I will leave a wind sword in your body, and your life will be mine in the future."

"Why ...... Your Excellency?"

"Because you're the only one who delivered it to the door."

Vicious: "......"

Okay, so good (stroking the palm)

The endless wind in Jiang Yuan's hand condensed into a small cyan long sword, and he sent it into the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

The Vicious Man seized the opportunity to grab the wrist of the new Supreme Force.

Seconds passed, and nothing happened.

The vicious man smiled awkwardly and raised his hand and took two steps back, he was sure that he had indeed touched the other party, but it was useless.

A light far beyond the reaction flashed, and a withered arm fell to the ground.

The vicious man covered his wounds, not daring to make a sound.

"Those who survive will leave safely from the drawbridge and decide for themselves."

With a breeze blowing, Jiang Yuan returned to the center of the Sword Slave Arena, this forbidden place was the tomb he had built for himself, and now only those who were contaminated by the energy of fate could get out alive, because he was too lazy to spend his energy specifically on targeting.

The Vicious Man is a guy who is different from common sense, and his dream is to kill the Emperor.

Because generations of assassins have been unknown, he is unwilling to die in the shadows like his predecessors, and has been looking forward to completing the feat that shocked the world.

Drowsiness hit, and Jiang Yuan closed his eyes with his sword.

(End of chapter)