Legend of Sword King

A strange look flashed through Warwick's eyes. He seemed to be surprised that Cheng Qing had killed them. However, for this reason, he quickly said, "You can't kill me, the great Wolf God Warrior and the Spirit Martial County …"    

    

Unfortunately, Cheng Qing had no interest in him. The Heaven Lake Sword pierced straight into his heart.    

    

After killing Warwick, Cheng Qing squatted down and began to feel around his opponent's body.    

    

He found an elemental energy token from his Cosmic Bag. On the front, there was a fierce wolf head, and on the back, there was the word "Qin". He inputted a bit of elemental energy into the token, but there was no reaction.    

    

He didn't hesitate and took out a box from his Cosmic Bag. It was three feet long, half a foot wide, and half a foot tall. It was covered in countless runes. Cheng Qing easily opened it. When he saw what was inside, his eyes went cold.    

    

Inside the box was a longsword that was glowing with a bronze light. It was actually a mid-grade Mysterious rank magic tool. A middle grade Mysterious rank magic tool was already considered priceless. At least in the Spirit Martial County, there weren't many in the Five Great Clans.    

    

After putting all these things away, Cheng Qing returned to his room. Zhao E Mei had already recovered from her dream and untied the two men. She was currently examining their wounds.    

    

Zhao E couldn't hide the joy in her eyes when she saw Cheng Qing, but there was also a trace of sadness in them.    

    

Cheng Qing looked at the injuries of the two men. They were both cultivators and had a cultivation base at the 9th level of the Inceptive Realm, but they were too injured. Not only were there not a single inch of their body, there were also internal injuries and damage to their internal organs.    

    

"I can't save him …" Zhao E bit her lip and was sorrowful. The joy of meeting Cheng Qing again was also washed away by her companion's death.    

    

"Young Hero, Cousin, we are at the end of our rope. You can leave now. Just give us a quick death." One of the burly men forced a smile. He must be glad that Zhao E Mei was able to escape this danger. "To die for the sake of killing the Hu, this is the fate of our border troops. It is also our honor …"    

    

"Cousin …" Zhao E's eyes were shining with tears. She couldn't stop her voice from shaking.    

    

Cheng Qing shook Zhao E's hand, telling her not to worry. He took out two medicinal pills from his Cosmic Bag and placed them in the mouths of the two men. Then, he placed his palms on their chests and stomachs, as wisps of origin energy entered their meridians and helped them digest the medicinal pills.    

    

In just a short moment, the faces of the two pale-faced men turned red and their spirits were no longer sluggish. What was even more terrifying was that the miserable wounds all over their bodies began to close up at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye. It was as if their limbs were being reborn.    

    

"This is …" The burly man felt the vigorous life coming out of his body and could not help but open his eyes in surprise. Zhao E's eyes were also shining brightly.    

    

"The Small Revitalizing Pellet can save you as long as your heart and throat are not fatal." Cheng Qing smiled. Both men had been beaten and tortured to such an extent that they weren't killed in one blow.    

    

The skinny man beside the burly man said with a trembling voice, "Small restoration pills, Xuan grade pills?!"    

    

Cheng Qing nodded and stood up, "Alright, your injuries have stabilized. In a short while, you will almost completely recover."    

    

"Who is Young Hero …" The tall and sturdy man looked at Cheng Qing with reverence.    

    

Cheng Qing looked at Zhao E Mei and smiled. "She's an old friend of Elder Zhao's."