Legendary Sequence

"He really is carrying a sword on his back!"

Su Yian just noticed it and continued: "His swordsmanship is quite good."

Su Yian said this because he recalled the first time he met Xiong Qinshun when he stayed at Xiong's house yesterday.

Xiong Qinshun did not have a sword with him at that time, but he did not feel the sharpness from Xiong Qinshun that is unique to sword practitioners.

A sword master once said: When you first practice the sword, your sharp edge will be revealed; when you practice the sword halfway, it will be hidden; when you practice the sword to the end, you will return to its true nature.

Xiong Qinshun is at most twenty years old, and it is impossible for him to hide and hide. If he can reach this level at such a young age, the Xiong family cannot tolerate him!

"It's quite powerful." Xiong Chumo nodded: "I once heard the housekeeper of my uncle's house accidentally mention that my cousin had received guidance from the Taoist master Lin Feng."

"Grandmaster Lin Feng, one of the ten elders of the Taoist sect?" Bei Ming Zhiyao was a little surprised: "So, his swordsmanship talent is indeed good, and he can be favored by Grandmaster Lin."

Xiong Chumo nodded, and then said to Su Yian: "I have seen your swordsmanship before, and it must be on par with my cousin."

Beiming Zhiyao curled her lips. She felt that Su Yian's swordsmanship was more powerful than Xiong Qinshun!

And Su Yi'an now understood why Xiong Qinshun was able to hide the sword energy in his body without revealing it, because of the swordsmanship he learned!

"Xiong Binghua and Xiong Heyu have decided the winner." Dongfang Xiaoxin said.

Among the ten participants, the last ones standing on the top of the mountain were Xiong Qinshun and Xiong Binghua.

Both of them are intermediate level three magicians. They are standing on the top of the mountain with different expressions.

Xiong Qinshun's face was a little gloomy, as if he was still aggrieved by Xiong Chumo's surrender without a fight, while Xiong Binghua looked high-spirited!

"Xiong Qinshun, you have never competed with me head-on before. Today, standing here, I will let you see clearly that I am stronger than you!"

Xiong Binghua stretched out his finger, pointed at Xiong Qinshun and said loudly: "I defeated Xiong Heyu in ten minutes. This is the best proof!"

"Ten minutes!" Xiong Qinshun looked at Xiong Binghua: "This speed is indeed fast enough, but just relying on this to beat me is impossible!"

After saying this, Xiong Qinshun took off the long face from behind and held it in his left hand.

"I'm in a bad mood right now. If you just give up, I won't destroy you!" Xiong Qinshun looked at Xiong Binghua expressionlessly: "This is the advice I give you!"

"Arrogant!" Xiong Binghua's face was gloomy: "There is no way I can lose to you!"

boom!

Fiery red magic power erupted from Xiong Binghua's body. The fiery magic power directly distorted the air and caused the ground beneath his feet to become scorched black!

Behind him, the flames gradually condensed into the shadow of a male lion. Although it was not real, it did exist.

"This Xiong Binghua has begun to condense magic seeds, and it looks like he already has three points of skill."

"As expected of the descendants of King Kaiping, the descendants are to be feared!"

"Originally, I thought Xiong Qinshun was already certain of victory, but now it seems that the outcome is still uncertain!"

"It's true, if Xiong Qinshun hasn't started condensing the magic seeds yet, if this competition drags on, Xiong Qinshun will definitely lose!"

A series of discussions rang out. Lu Chengwang glanced at Xiong Zhaolin and saw that his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he was full of confidence in his son. He couldn't help but be curious. In what way will Xiong Qinshun defeat Xiong Binghua?

Although these junior battles are not interesting at all in his eyes, they involve the future successor of King Kaiping and cooperation matters, so of course he hopes that Xiong Qinshun wins.

At this time, the housekeeper bent down and whispered a few words into Xiong Zhaolin's ear.

Xiong Zhaolin's expression remained unchanged, and then he said to Lu Chengwang: "Brother Lu, you watch first, I'll go handle something."

Lu Chengwang nodded, it seemed that he had caught the murderer.

…

The residence of the head of the Kaiping Prince's Palace.

In the huge courtyard, there were several men wearing black clothes and black bear masks standing upright around them.

In the middle of the courtyard, several men dressed in unusual clothes, who looked like guests, were kneeling on the hard marble floor. Their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and some of them had wounds on their bodies that were bleeding.

Xiong Zhaolin walked into the courtyard expressionlessly, his eyes sweeping over the man kneeling on the ground, his murderous intent clearly revealed.

Then he sat down on a stone bench not far away and said calmly: "Tell me, what's the origin?"

"Master, these people are very tough-talking, they are dead warriors!" A man wearing a black bear mask said respectfully.

"Are they dead soldiers?" Xiong Zhaolin tapped the surface of the stone table: "Lift their heads up!"

Sharp eyes swept over these guys who had sneaked in, and found that although they were all injured, there was no fear on their faces, and their pupils were filled with murderous intent. Other than that, they had no other emotions.

It was the look of a dead soldier, and Xiong Zhaolin would not admit it wrong, because the Xiong family also had dead soldiers with similar eyes.

It is impossible to ask anything from the mouth of the dead man!

"Did one of them kill the housekeeper?" Xiong Zhaolin asked.

"I compared the clothes, it's not like one of them."

"Then kill them all." Xiong Zhaolin said indifferently: "Don't dirty the palace."

"yes!"

Xiong Zhaolin turned to look at the shadow. In the shadow, a middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground.

"You've been asked to take action, but you can't even catch the murderer?"

"Master, please forgive me. The murderer is good at hiding, but don't worry, my subordinates will definitely take him down!"

Xiong Zhaolin snorted: "Don't let me down!"

"Won't!"

…

"Mr. Wang, who were those people wearing masks just now?" Wu Jiang asked in a low voice.

"Maybe it's the Xiong Wei from the Kaiping Palace." Wang Jingtang said, "Every family has its own power. This is normal."

"Then their dispatching means that something happened to the palace?"

"Maybe." Wang Jingtang took his phone out of his pocket, and the text message from Su Yian let him know what the situation was.

Moreover, Su Yian also asked him to do something.

"It's almost time for you to perform, are you ready?"

Wang Jingtang edited a text message and sent it to someone, then turned to look at Wu Jiang and asked.

Wu Jiang nodded heavily: "Ready!"

…

"Your Majesty, has the matter been resolved?"

Looking at Xiong Zhaolin who was sitting down again, Lu Cheng asked aloud.

"No, I did capture a group of dead soldiers, so it's not all a loss."

"Dead soldiers..." Lu Chengwang's eyes flashed: "Except for the remnants of the previous dynasty, I'm afraid no one is so hostile to the Kaiping Palace."

Xiong Zhaolin nodded and looked at the decisive battle on the field.

On the court, Xiong Qinshun and Xiong Binghua had fought for dozens of rounds, but neither one had the upper hand.

Xiong Binghua, who had not yet achieved his goal, became impatient and his offensive became more and more fierce.

"Xiong Qinshun, you look down on me!" Xiong Binghua glared at Xiong Qinshun, because until now, Xiong Qinshun has not pulled out the sword in his hand from the scabbard!

"That depends on your ability." Xiong Qinshun looked gloomy, as if he was dissatisfied with Xiong Binghua's performance: "If you don't even have a decent magic, what qualifications do you have for me to use a sword?"

"you!"

Xiong Binghua laughed angrily, and after punching hard, he quickly retreated, keeping a certain distance from Xiong Qinshun.

"Look down on me? Let me show you the price of looking down on me!"

"Lion King Fist!"

Xiong Binghua roared angrily, and the flames turned into magic power surged out of his body, and the flame lion behind him became more solid.

"Lion power!"

Xiong Binghua raised his arms and punched twice quickly. The magic spell covered his arms, as if the two arms became the forelimbs of a lion!

"The lion roars!"

The roar of a male lion was deafening, and the ground trembled slightly, with small stones bouncing violently.

"The evil lion pounces!"

With another low roar, a magic pattern appeared on Xiong Binghua's legs and merged into his body.

boom!

At this moment, Xiong Binghua's momentum reached its peak, as if he had really turned into a lion, staring at Xiong Qinshun with his sharp eyes.

"A fusion of three moves, sixth-level magic." Xiong Chumo's pupils condensed: "This is Xiong Binghua's true strength."

Su Yian yawned: "It's finally over."

"Go to hell!"

Xiong Binghua roared angrily, and like a real lion, he flew towards Xiong Qinshun, with blazing magic power lingering around him, powerful and powerful.

The legs seemed to contain explosive power, leaving two large craters on the ground with each flying step. The arms were completely wrapped in flames, and the sound of tearing the air was rapid and humming, hiding the powerful explosive power.

The flames stirred up the strong wind, and Xiong Qinshun's black hair was fluttering, but his expression was as gloomy as it was at the beginning!

It seems that this move is not taken seriously by him, which is indeed the case——

"I thought you could interest me a little bit, but it's really boring!"

Xiong Qinshun's right hand was on the hilt of the sword.

"It's time to let this game end!"

His waist sank, his legs spread slightly, his vision suddenly sharpened, and the golden magic power flashed in his right hand.

The sword light exploded!

"Thunder...sword drawing technique!"

It was like a white thread flashing in the air, and many people didn't even see clearly whether Xiong Qinshun drew his sword or not.

In short, what I see now is that Xiong Qinshun released his right hand holding the sword hilt and stared at Xiong Binghua expressionlessly.

The figure of Xiong Binghua, who was running wildly, suddenly stopped, and the gathered magical flames were split into two from the middle. The cuts were neat and smooth, without any flaws.

Xiong Binghua looked at Xiong Qinshun in disbelief. Starting from his forehead, a blood streak spread downwards, passing through his nose, lips, chest...

The wound wasn't fatal, but it was painful enough.

With just one sword-drawing technique, Xiong Binghua's strongest magic was disintegrated, and he himself was severely injured.

The blood of the Xiong family flows in their bodies, and they are all powerful successors to the next head of the family. However, the gap between them is like a chasm, and it is difficult to bridge!

The outcome is decided!

…

(To be continued)