Legend of Sword King

The sturdy looking Tulu raised his head and rubbed his nose, then said indifferently, "Rest assured Captain, no one knew we were here. We've killed everyone in the village, and this place is so remote. No one will come here. "Besides, with Lord Warwick here, we don't have to worry …"    

    

"Don't give yourself an excuse, Tulu!" "Don't forget that we've already been in trouble once!"    

    

"You mean that woman? She is in the hands of Lord Warwick now … " Tulu thought of the Western Lion Monk he had captured today, and a vulgar smile appeared on his face. He still wanted to say something, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong.    

    

The sky was too dark, so he couldn't see clearly. He rubbed his eyes, wanting to get a better look.    

    

At this point, Tulu could see clearly that the Tenth Centurion who was talking to him had suddenly fallen limply to the ground.    

    

But before Tulu could call out to him, a shadow appeared in front of him, and then his neck was grabbed and his voice could no longer be heard.    

    

As for Barasi, who was standing beside Tulu, he was just about to move when his head was chopped off by the person in front of him.    

    

"You … "Who are you?" Tulu widened his eyes in fear. He tried to pry open the hand that was stuck in his throat but found that the hand was surprisingly powerful. It was like an iron pincer. He could not break it no matter what.    

    

Cheng Qing looked at Tulu coldly. "Answer my question honestly, otherwise, you will die miserably."    

    

Tulu's face turned red, but he still remained resolute. "The Great Wolf God's warrior is not afraid of death …"    

    

Halfway through his words, he discovered that his lower abdomen had been blocked by an ice-cold sword. That was the location of his aurasea, causing him to immediately shut his mouth, not daring to make another sound.    

    

If his Qi Sea was punctured, his cultivation would be crippled, and that would be even worse than killing him. In the Uighurs, personal status and treatment were completely tied to strength. If he lost his cultivation and got injured, he would only suffer a fate worse than death.    

    

"Now, tell me how many of you are here, what cultivation base do you have, and why did you come here?" Cheng Qing asked indifferently. The grip on his throat loosened a little, but the hand holding the sword moved forward.    

    

Tulu no longer dared to call himself fearless and quickly said, "We have over 20 people. The one leading the group is Centurion Warwick, he is a fourth level Xumi Stage cultivator. There are also two third level Xumi Stage cultivators, the rest are all first level Xumi …" We are only passing by here … "    

    

Cheng Qing's eyes turned cold. "Why do you kill people when you're just passing by?"    

    

Tulu swallowed his saliva. "We were just looking for a place to spend the night, so we got rid of some ants. You …"    

    

He couldn't finish his words because Cheng Qing had already crushed his throat.    

    

To find a place to spend the night and kill every single citizen of the village, this was what the Uighurs had done to the people of Xiliang. How could such actions allow Xiliang to live in peace with the Uighurs?    

    

Cheng Qing dragged the three corpses to a secluded place. Suddenly, he heard footsteps. His figure flashed and disappeared into the night under the locust tree.    

    

Two wolfwalkers came out from the village and walked over curiously when they saw no one under the locust tree. One of them, who was at the first level of the Nazi realm, asked, "Tulu, Barassie, where are you?"    

    

As he spoke, he felt an extremely cold and dangerous aura envelop him. His entire body shook, and just as he was about to say something, he realized that a sharp arrow shining with cold light had appeared in front of his throat. He turned his head in astonishment and saw that his companion behind him had already unknowingly fallen.