Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

When two ninth-rank masters joined the battlefield, Liu Wusheng and the Dark Saint noticed it immediately. The Dark Saint laughed and said, "Mr. Liu, someone is here to disrupt the situation. We are weak and can only hold off the small fish and shrimp for you. As for the four big fish, you have to rely on yourself. I guess you don't need any help!"

Knowing the Dark Saint's little trick, Liu Wusheng just smiled. For him, dealing with two ordinary sword saints was not a problem, let alone four ninth-level masters.

"Little girl, since you don't like big fish, just give them all to me! I love them very much!" Liu Wusheng's combative nature is no less than Long Batian's. If it weren't for the current special circumstances, he would even want to pull Long Batian aside for a good fight to see the gap between the top swordsman and the great swordsman.

"Hehe, sir, you are indeed a generous person. I admire you!" The saint giggled, with light flickering in her beautiful eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.

"boom"

While the saint was speaking, the four ninth-level masters had already approached Liu Wusheng. The five of them attacked him head-on. It was obvious that the strength of the top-level sword saint was not something that four ninth-level masters could contend with. The four of them were directly blown away by the terrifying force, while Liu Wusheng only retreated slightly. The difference in strength was immediately apparent.

"Four mixed-feathered birds want to learn to fly like a human. What a joke! Wouldn't it be better if I could help you?"

Liu Wusheng punched a ninth-level master who was waving a giant sword at him from mid-air into the sky, then flew up and, under the horrified gaze of the ninth-level master who was unable to control himself, punched upwards again.

"puff"

The ninth-rank expert's soul was about to break, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and his body was severely injured. Under the huge force of the blow, he flew higher, and then under the horrified gaze of everyone, he fell heavily down in despair as if in a free fall.

"boom"

The poor 9th-rank master was reduced to a pile of meat paste, which was too horrible to watch. Outside the battle circle, Yale Feng's eyes were red. That man had been with him for more than ten years. He had made contributions but also worked hard. It would be a lie to say that he had no feelings for him. He watched him die so desolately in front of him. Yale Feng suddenly felt that his life was a failure. Just now, he was still persuading himself to leave quickly! When he came here, his father had also reminded him to be careful, especially since the Chu State and his country had been enemies for generations. This trip was full of crises, but he had completely forgotten his father's warning. Yale Feng hated himself for not ordering an evacuation because he was lucky enough.

Looking at the one-sided situation on the field, Yale Feng knew that the game was over. He gritted his teeth, gave Liu Wusheng a final fierce look, remembering his appearance firmly, and then reluctantly gave the order to retreat.

However, Liu Wusheng and Long Batian both hated the Brilliant Country so much that they would never let them leave so easily. They didn't mind killing a few more masters on the spot to severely weaken the power of the Brilliant Country.

In fact, Long Batian has always had a question in his mind, that is, how did Yale Feng bring so many masters into Chu? It is far from the data in the intelligence. You know, a level 7 warrior is enough to cause destruction in a certain place and make people restless. If this force really does atrocities in Chu, the consequences will be disastrous. It seems that I have to ask the king to investigate it carefully when I go back. Is there something wrong with the intelligence department of Chu?

"Yale boy, why are you walking so fast? I, Grandpa Liu, haven't had enough fun yet!" Liu Wusheng laughed loudly, feeling very happy.

Yale Feng did not answer and hurried away with his large group of people. However, the hatred in his eyes before he left could almost illuminate the night.

The two sword masters and seven ninth-rank warriors formed the rear, and the nine of them tightly stopped Long Batian and Liu Wusheng, preventing them from chasing. As for the people of the Dark Church, when Yale Feng ordered them to retreat, the Saint told them to stop and watch the others fight.

Under the desperate obstruction of the nine people, Long Batian and Liu Wusheng had no choice but to stop and vent their anger on the nine unlucky guys. For a moment, the two sides fought again, and the colorful fighting spirits collided with each other, creating brilliant sparks, which was extremely beautiful in the night, but under this beauty, there was a strong sense of killing.

Yale Feng suffered a crushing defeat this time. Not only did he lose one ninth-level master, but there were also more than thirty fifth- and sixth-level warriors and magicians, which made the saint grit her teeth.

Time passed bit by bit, and two ninth-level masters from the Brilliant Country had already fallen to the ground, their bodies deformed by the huge force. It was obvious that it was Long Batian's masterpiece. The two sword masters looked at each other and felt that His Highness had gone far enough, and they shouted "Hurry!" The remaining five ninth-level masters had already been scared by the beating, and when they heard the call for help, they didn't dare to turn their heads and fled desperately.

However, they wanted to escape, but others were unwilling to do so! Long Batian followed closely behind the two sword masters, bombarding them with waves of fighting spirit.

"Long Batian, Liu Wusheng, don't go too far. Don't think we are afraid of you!" One of the sword masters shouted in a timid manner.

"Haha, since you are not afraid, just keep fighting. You are guests from afar, and as the host, if I don't treat you well, His Majesty will probably not let me go!"

Long Batian laughed loudly, his hands moving without stopping. The fiery red dragon-shaped fighting spirit was radiant to the extreme in the night, smashing towards the two sword masters wave after wave. The two sword masters had no intention of fighting anymore and dodged in a desperate manner.

Liu Wusheng was even more amazing. With his speed far exceeding others, he quickly caught up with the five ninth-rank masters who were desperately fleeing. The five were horrified and had no choice but to fight back. They were all experienced warriors and naturally knew that it was better to fight than to escape.

In this case, in order to survive, they had no choice but to fight hard. Seeing them fighting desperately, Liu Wusheng was overjoyed. A top swordsman against five ninth-level masters was definitely a big advantage. However, something unexpected happened soon. No one noticed that a black cold light was quietly shooting at the somewhat complacent Liu Wusheng in the night. By the time Liu Wusheng realized the danger, it was too late.

The black light was unknown, and when Liu Wusheng was caught off guard, it directly cut off one of his fingers. That finger was exactly the finger on which Liu Wusheng wore the space ring, which contained Smith's notes! This strike was really beautiful. If it wasn't an accident, it meant that the person behind the scenes had reached a level of extraordinary skill.

The sudden change made everyone stop, even Liu Wusheng temporarily forgot the severe pain in his hand. It was so quiet that everyone could hear the sound of Liu Wusheng's half finger falling to the ground.

"Do it!"

In the darkness, several black figures appeared without warning, seemingly out of thin air, aiming directly at the ring that fell to the ground.

"court death!"

Liu Wusheng was angrier than ever before. He had always been self-respecting, but someone had cut off a finger of his. How could he not be angry? The violent fighting spirit surged out and swept towards the black figures.

However, each of those black figures was quite powerful, and one of them even used fighting skills to fight against Liu Wusheng.

"boom"

The two bodies flew backwards at the same time. Liu Wusheng was in mid-air, and the severe pain in his hand made him uneasy. The man in black ignored him and ran straight towards the ring.

Not only the men in black, but everyone except the furious Liu Wusheng ran towards the ring at their maximum speed.

The five ninth-level masters of the Brilliant Country were closest to where the ring fell. They were overjoyed and released their fighting spirit to illuminate the way and search for the ring.

This is probably the most useless use of Dou Qi in history! But at this moment, it is the most useful.

"Found it, found it!" A ninth-level master from the Brilliant Country was very excited holding the half finger with the ring. He took out the ring and threw Liu Wusheng's half finger aside.

"Go away, leave..." another ninth-rank master shouted hurriedly, but before he finished shouting, his body had stiffened. Everyone saw a black figure standing behind him. It was the man in black who had fought hard with Liu Wusheng.

The man in black threw the corpse in his hand away like trash, and stared at the ninth-level master holding the ring with cold eyes like a dead person. Under the gaze of the man in black, the ninth-level master felt his soul was about to break apart. With a scream, he threw the ring away and ran into the woods without looking back.

"You useless fellow!" The few remaining ninth-level masters of the Brilliant Nation could not help but curse when they saw their companions running away in fear of the battle. If you want to run, just run. Why throw the ring away? If you want to throw it away, throw it to us!

If the guy who ran away heard it, he would definitely say: Buddy, I'm doing this for your own good. That guy's eyes were so scary!