"Puchi"

With a light sound of landing, the figure fell in front of the white jade carved dragon statue not far from the Dragon Emperor Palace.

He has a majestic figure, bronze skin, and clear and deep facial features, just like a Greek sculpture. His dark and deep ice eyes look wild and unrestrained, evil and sexy. His gray-black light armor, carrying a burlap bag, gave him a domineering aura that shocked the world. His evil and handsome face now had a bohemian smile.

A purple heavy sword on his back, and the black cloak revealed the mystery.

"Who! Dare to trek into the palace!"

With lightning speed, ten figures fell down and surrounded them, and green fighting spirits of varying degrees burst out from their bodies! These ten people are all powerful sword sects!

Not far away, three mages floated near with wands.

At the gate of the Imperial Palace, a young swordsman landed there, with a faint blue fighting spirit on his body.

He is the sword master Kroxi who has reached the first level, and the sword master who is thirty-five years old. Kroxi is a recognized genius among the geniuses of the Dragon Empire. You should know that the sword master Kapan entered the sword master at the age of fifty-three.

Looking at the figure surrounded by masters in the distance, the arrogant Clue Xi's body trembled involuntarily. He deeply felt the strength of the other party! This is the difference between a stone and a mountain. Even when facing the ninth-level sword master, he had never felt this way. A conclusion flashed in his heart. He was the sword master!

The Ten Sword Sects and the Three Magicians are not having a good time now. The powerful pressure makes them unable to take a step forward, and they can't even make a questioning voice. They also know that the other party is very powerful, and this aura makes them feel that they are just a drop of water in the sea. But even if they can't resist it, they won't retreat even if they die, because behind them is the imperial emperor's bedroom!

"I am Kapan! I want to see Your Majesty!" The voice was as sharp as ice, making everyone tremble. Kapan Sword Master is the most glorious existence of the empire. How many people regard him as their idol and goal, and often the dragon sees his head but not his tail, but now they are standing in front of them!

"Please wait, please let me report it!"

"Yeah!" Kapan nodded, staying tall but not being inferior, without complacency, this is the great master and heroic demeanor.

A sword sect leaped away, and the others also put away their weapons. Looking at Kapan Yingjun's appearance, they couldn't believe that Kapan Sword Master was over 100 years old, and although they could reach the lifespan of the sword Master.

However, in legend, only by reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Sword Master can one make one's appearance stay at a certain stage, and entering the holy level will be another height. The holy level powerhouse has endless life and eternal youthful body. The only thing that can die is the lonely heart.

The dark green figure came back, dissipated his fighting spirit, and honored Kapan the most respected swordsman etiquette, "Master Kapan, please invite him!"

In front of the bedroom gate, Kapan glanced at Croxi not far away. When he was so young, he nodded slightly and said lightly: "Don't pay too much attention to level. Skills and experience are equally important. If you have the opportunity, go out to practice in the mountains. With a solid foundation, your combat power will be maximized!"

"Shekapan Sword Master reminded me!" Croxi bowed and thanked Kapan. This is a kind of recognition of the strong. If you are garbage, no one will look at you.

"Young boy, the title of 'Sword Master' has left me forever not long ago!" After saying that, he smiled slightly and pushed the door open.

Cloxi was shocked, as if he was bolt from the blue. Although he guessed a few points, the excitement was beyond words when he was truly confirmed. Kapan was also his idol back then!

"It's been five hundred years! The first sword saint was born! It's still in our Tianlong Empire!"

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Long Yanba sat on the purple wood dragon head chair, looked at Kapan coming in and immediately stood up and said, "Kapan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I'm finally back. How many good news have you brought me?"

Kapan put the package behind him on the ground, "Return to your Majesty, I only bring you good news!"

"Say! You understand my habits."

"Please look at your Majesty!" Kapan opened the package, and the things inside rolled out, with five bloody heads.

"This is?"

"Back to Your Majesty, this is the head of the five assassins who assassinated His Highness the Ninth Prince this time!" Kapan's voice was cold, but Long Yanba was excited after hearing this.

"Kapan! You did a great job! You deserve to be the pride of our empire!" Long Yanba walked forward excitedly and hugged Kapa...

"Fifth time! Holy Light Technique!"

The golden light flashed and after a night of struggle, Long Tianyu felt that most of his injuries had healed! Apart from a little sleepy, the pain had dissipated a lot.

The Warcraft skills are indeed powerful!

"As mistress said, as long as this 'Holy Light Technique' does not exceed the level, no matter what kind of injury, it will recover after a few more times! If I learn level 10, wouldn't the Pope be compared by me!"

Long Tianyu slowly moved his arms. He didn't have the strength to stand up yet. According to his memory, he was a third-level swordsman. The ten-year-old third-level swordsman was already very good. However, this time he suffered such a serious injury, I still don't know what sequelae would leave behind.

He moved the little sky hard and was still "lively" and was secretly happy. As long as he was fine, everything would be a cloud!

The door was suddenly pushed open gently, and Long Tianyu immediately lay flat and motionless.

"Your Highness the Great Prince!"

The maid standing at the door looked at the eldest prince entering the door in surprise. No one was spreading the news outside.

"Shh! Don't speak!"

The eldest prince Long Tianao gently closed the door and walked quietly to the edge of Long Tianyu. With his strength as a first-level sword king, he didn't have to pay so much attention to lightness when walking, but he was afraid that he would not pay attention to waking up his sleeping ninth brother.

Long Yanba has nine children in total. The oldest, Long Tianao, is twenty years old this year, and the youngest, Long Tianyu, just turned ten years old. The nine children are surprisingly harmonious and there is no intrigue.

Moreover, the deaths of the second prince Long Tianjie, the fifth prince Long Tianhu, and the seventh prince Long Tianyu made them extremely united and intimate. The sixth prince Long Tianmo broke his legs, and his heart that was about to fall was restored to life under the care of his two sisters Long Tianling and Long Tianwei.

It has to be said that the saying "The royal family has no affection" does not exist in the royal family of the Tianlong Empire.

Long Tianao looked at his brother who was wrapped like a mummy, and his heart was filled with anger, "Blood Feather Empire! I will never die in this life!"

"Brother Ninth, can you hear the elder brother's voice?" Long Tianao asked softly as he looked at him with his eyes open.

"It's much better," Long Tianyu replied softly.

"Brother Ninth, you can actually speak! That's great!" Long Tianao excitedly grabbed Long Tianyu's hand.

"It hurts! It hurts! Big brother!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, brother Ninth! Brother is excited! Are you okay!"

"fine,"

"Brother Ninth brother waited for you to get better, brother gave you a baby! You will definitely like it very much!" When he heard about the baby, Long Tianyu's eyes rolled around, making Long Tianao very happy.

Long Tianao accidentally put his hand on Long Tianyu's pulse, and his laughing face instantly heavy.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Long Tianyu asked weakly.

"Brother?" Seeing Long Tianao entering into meditation and exploring his physical condition, he himself began to suspect that something had happened.

"Ninth Brother! Didn't my father tell you about your situation?" Long Tianao asked in confusion with frowning.

"No, brother, what's wrong with me? Tell me." Long Tianao's ninth brother who loves him the most often has learned the novel methods and taught Tianyu that he would not let him take detours in the future. He also gave Tianyu a good baby first, which made Tianwei's naughty girl even have an oil bottle in her mouth.

"Let's wait for my father to tell you."

"Brother, just tell your ninth brother, you will face it sooner or later! If the father tells it, he will be sad again."

Long Tianyu's words reached the point, Long Tianao took back his breath and said lightly: "Tianyu, your muscles and bones are damaged and it will be difficult for you to recover for the rest of your life. In this case, you cannot practice Dou Qi. If you practice swordsman, your body will not be able to withstand it! Your bones will be destroyed by the Dou Qi in your body, or explode directly!"

"Then brother, I can still practice magic!"

"Tianyu, why did you forget that our Long family is born with Dou Qi Bloodline. Although we can absorb elements and enhance magic, our Long family cannot cast magic at all due to bloodline reasons!"

"Can't you use magic?" How to explain my own 'Holy Light Technique'? Could it be that the magic beast skill jumps out of the three realms and is not in the five elements?

"Ninth brother, don't worry, your third sister is not as thin as her body and cannot practice fighting spirit and magic! Ninth brother can be a general in the future, and the marshal commands thousands of troops, and is as powerful as that!"

Long Tianao inspired Tianyu, and he didn't seem to be very sad. He secretly admired his younger brother's mentality. If it were him, a man who was secretly called "waste" by others, he wouldn't be able to stand it!

"Your Highness, Your Highness! It's already half an hour to go!" The voice of the guards came from outside the door.

"Ninth brother, brother is leaving first. I will come to see you next time and have a good rest!"

Watching Long Tianao leave, Long Tianyu lay on his way, thinking about his future...

As Long Tianao said, "The ninth prince was seriously injured when he was assassinated, and his tendons and veins and qi were damaged. He could not practice the sword master for his whole life." This news came from where it spread throughout the Tianlong Empire in two days!

Even if Long Yanba was determined to "stop the wind", he did not receive much effect. He simply let them say that it would be better if the gust of wind passed.

"Miss, what should I do? I can't practice fighting spirit, nor can I cast magic! I can't improve my level! Could it be that I can learn the "Holy Light Art" to learn those boring saint mages to help the people everywhere? Or wait for my elder brother to become the prince, I was named the King of Xiaoyao, and spend the whole life and wine in the palace as a waste? Being laughed by the people of this continent, I can't stand such bird energy, I want to become stronger! I want strength! I want beauty! I want freedom..."

After venting secretly, Long Tianyu could only accept reality. At least he had some advantage. He was born in the royal family and could work hard to become a civil servant or a counselor.

But I like a free and unrestrained life, and no one can control myself. The status of Xiaoyao King is good, but what I want to be a powerful Xiaoyao King and will never be a useless Xiaoyao King!

After a long silence, the mechanical voice of the mistress rang in Long Tianyu's mind: "Master, you actually have a glimmer of hope!"
Chapter completed!