Zhang Ruochen and the nine princesses had just arrived outside the Huang-level martial arts palace when they heard deafening shouts from the martial arts palace.
Immediately afterwards, a decapitated corpse was carried out from the Martial Arts Palace.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the severed corpse, and asked the steward of the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace, "Master Steward, what's going on?"
The steward of the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace looked to be in his thirties, and he was quite thin. He sighed and said, "Today, a deadly swordsman came to the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace. Anyone who fights with him All warriors were beheaded by him with one sword, without exception. This is already the eighth!"
The face of the Ninth Princess changed slightly, and said: "Is it just a sword?"
The steward nodded and said, "It's amazing! I've been in the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace for ten years, and I've never seen a young man who can practice swordsmanship so fiercely, ruthlessly, and coldly. The shot, as fast as lightning. It's terrible! How old do you think he is?"
The Lord of the Ninth Commandery said: "A warrior who can kill the Dzogchen Huang Ji Realm with a single sword must be at least eighteen or nine years old!"
The steward shook his head and said, "His name is A Le, and he is fifteen years old."
The nine princesses were stunned for a moment.
"The fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman is interesting. Let's take a look." Zhang Ruochen walked into the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace with his hands behind his back.
At this moment, on the battle platform, stood a sallow and emaciated young man.
He looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing ragged clothes, and holding a rusty iron sword in his hand. The iron sword was stained red, dripping drops of blood.
His body stood up straight, like a sculpture, but exuded a terrifying murderous aura.
After killing eight warriors in a row, his aura climbed to the peak.
Under the impact of that powerful murderous aura, no one dared to step onto the battlefield.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the young man standing in the center of the battle platform. He was also a young swordsman. He could clearly feel the sword intent and murderous aura of that young man named A Le.
Zhang Ruochen nodded lightly, and said: "He is very talented, and his sword energy can follow his heart. His sword intent has reached the level of heart, and there is also a killing intent in his sword intent."
The Ninth Princess was also looking at the young man holding the blood sword, and said, "He doesn't seem to be a pure human race, but a half-human half-human of the demon wolf."
Zhang Ruochen said: "That's right! It is indeed a half-human wolf! Look at his eyes, they are just like the eyes of a wolf, and they are faint blood red."
At this moment, a cold laughter came from a distance: "Cousin, I haven't seen you for three years, I really miss you so much!"
Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the laughter came from, and saw a pale and handsome man standing on the stand, looking at him with a smile.
Moreover, there is another acquaintance, Lin Ningshan.
Lin Ningshan was wearing a white chiffon shirt, with a sachet and ring around her waist. She seemed to have grown taller, with a graceful figure, skin as white as snow, and long black hair hanging down to her waist.
I have to say that Lin Ningshan is indeed very beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows, eyes like stars, red lips that are crystal clear like gems, long neck, slightly straight peaks, slender waist, and straight legs. The feeling is like a beautiful woman walking out of the picture scroll.
"Cousin, don't you even know your cousin?" Lin Chenyu stared at Zhang Ruochen with a very soft and sinister smile.
Seeing Lin Ningshan, Zhang Ruochen roughly guessed Lin Chenyu's identity.
Since the other party took the initiative to call him, Zhang Ruochen was not a rude person, so he walked over and said, "It's been a long time, I didn't expect to meet him in the Huang-level martial arts arena."
The Ninth Princess whispered in Zhang Ruochen's ear, "Ninth Brother, don't get too close to Lin Chenyu. This person has bad conduct, evil intentions, insidious and cunning, and is not suitable for friendship!"
The voice of the Ninth Princess was very soft, but it was still heard by Lin Chenyu.
Lin Chenyu's ears moved slightly, his eyes turned cold, and he let out a cold snort, and said: "Princess Nine, speak ill of Lin in front of Lin, it's not good! This is Princess Royal upbringing?"
Just when Lin Chenyu uttered a cold snort, Princess Jiu's face changed drastically, and with a muffled sound, he took three steps back.
When she stopped, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she suffered internal injuries.
Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, "What a powerful cultivation base, at least reaching the late stage of the Black Realm, or even stronger."
The Xuanji Realm is also divided into seven small realms: Early Stage, Middle Stage, Late Stage, Small Extreme Stage, Middle Extreme Stage, Great Extreme Stage, and Great Perfection.
All warriors who have stepped into the Black Realm are considered to have stepped into the ranks of martial arts powerhouses, and entering the barracks must be at least a general-level figure.
Of course, in the Xuanji Realm, it will be more difficult every time you raise a small realm.
Lin Chenyu is indeed the first genius of the Lin family. He has reached such an unfathomable level at the age of twenty.
At this moment, finally a ninth challenger stepped onto the stage to challenge the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman.
You know, the first eight were all killed by that deadly swordsman. Those who dare to challenge him on the battlefield are definitely the ones with extraordinary courage.
"Death-killing swordsman? I, Han Ax, will meet you for a while!" Han Ax stood opposite the death-death swordsman holding a battle axe.
Under the stage, all warriors looked towards the battle stage.
This was the ninth match, and the challenger turned out to be Han Ax, who possessed the combat power of Huangbang Warrior.
Zhang Ruochen had also fought against Han Ax, so he knew Han Ax's strength.
The Lord of the Ninth Princess wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slightly distanced himself from Lin Chenyu, stared at the top of the battle stage, and said, "I don't know how many swords Han Ax can catch him?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "If Han Fu can catch his first sword, he can save his life. If he can't catch the first sword, I'm afraid it will be a dead end."
"Kill Han Ax with one sword? Impossible!" Ninth Princess said.
Zhang Ruochen stopped talking and just stared at the battle platform.
"puff!"
In just an instant, Han Ax's head flew out of the arena and fell to the ground like a ball.
Ninth game, win!
After a slight silence, deafening shouts and exclamations resounded throughout the Martial Arts Palace.
"Unexpectedly... really only used one sword, I didn't even see how he drew the sword, I only saw a sword shadow flashing past!"
"What grade of swordsmanship is he using?"
"It's too fast, I can't see him draw the sword clearly."
"Even the extremely talented Ninth Prince used more than 80 moves to defeat Han Ax when he fought Han Ax last month."
"Is a more talented young warrior about to rise?"
The Ninth Princess was also a little stunned, and said, "Ninth Brother, can you catch his sword?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "His sword is indeed fast, but it also has fatal flaws. Others can't see it, but I can see it. Of course, martial arts in the world are invincible, only speed can't be broken. His sword is so fast. , even if there is a flaw, it can be made up with speed. If it was a month ago, it is really hard to say! As for now..."
Zhang Ruochen didn't say any more, and continued to look at the battle platform.
Finally, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman ushered in his tenth battle.
The person who fought against him was an old man ranked seventeenth on the yellow list, Su Heng.
It's a pity that it was still just one sword strike, and Su Heng died under his sword, turning into a headless corpse, and fell in a pool of blood.
So invincible!
Winning ten games in a row, using only one sword in each game.
Even facing Huangbang warriors is no exception.
Such a young swordsman is even more heaven-defying than the performance of the Ninth Prince a month ago!
Soon, the person in charge of the Huang-level Martial Arts Palace tried to evaluate his performance on the stage.
Number six on the yellow list!
This is because no one can force him to use his true strength, so he is rated as the sixth in the yellow list. If he showed all his true strength, the ranking might be even higher.
The deadly swordsman A Le, still with a cold and ruthless face, walked down from the battle stage holding a bloody iron sword.
Not happy or sad!
When his eyes saw Lin Ningshan, he finally revealed a bit of tenderness, felt his heart beating a little faster, immediately looked away, and said: "Miss Lin, I have fulfilled my promise to you, even Win ten games and not lose one game!"
Lin Ningshan showed a sweet smile, touched A Le's shoulder lightly, and said: "A Le, with your such a powerful talent, there must be many powerful forces trying to win you over. Why should you stay in the Lin family to do it?" A servant?"
A Le bit his lip lightly, stared at Lin Ningshan's beautiful face, and said, "A Le only wishes to stay by Miss Lin's side forever, and I have nothing else to ask for."
In his opinion, the woman in front of him is so perfect, so holy, as long as he can guard her, it is a happy thing.
Lin Ningshan nodded with a smile, but there was a trace of disdain in the depths of her eyes.
Lin Ningshan stared at Zhang Ruochen with a bit of arrogance, and said with a smile: "Cousin, you also practice swords. If you fight Ale, how many swords can you catch?"
Zhang Ruochen looked at A Le, thoughtfully, and said lightly: "Someone is willing to protect you, so you should cherish it!"
After saying this, Zhang Ruochen walked directly to the battle stage without looking at Lin Ningshan.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen on the stage, Lin Ningshan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, "He has become a warrior on the yellow list, why is he on the stage again? Could it be..."
"Hey! It's interesting!" Lin Chenyu smiled slightly, and a killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps it would be very interesting to kill Zhang Ruochen on the battlefield.
Lin Chenyu waved to Ale and said, "Ale, come here!"
"Master, what are your orders?" A Le asked.
Lin Chenyu smiled and said: "Look carefully, the young man on the battle stage is one of Ning Shan's suitors. Maybe you will be required to kill him later! Are you sure?"
"In my eyes, there are only two kinds of people, one is the living, and the other is the dead. Either he dies, or I die."
A Le stared at the battle platform, his eyes became extremely sharp, and his whole body seemed to be turned into a sword.