As soon as Zhang Ruochen and Princess Nine arrived outside the Huang-level Martial Palace, they heard deafening shouts from the Martial Palace.

Immediately afterwards, a dead-headed corpse was carried out from the Martial Palace.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the slaughtered corpse and asked the manager of the Huang-level Martial Fighting Palace: "Master, what's going on?"

The manager of the Huang-level Martial Fighting Palace looked in his thirties and was quite thin. He sighed and said, "Today, a deadly swordsman came to the Huang-level Martial Fighting Palace. All the warriors who fought him were cut off by his sword, without exception. This is the eighth one!"

Princess Nine's face changed slightly and she said, "Do you just use one sword?"

The manager nodded and said, "It's so amazing! I have been in the Huang-level Martial Fighting Palace for ten years. I have never seen a young man who can practice sword skills so ruthlessly, ruthlessly, coldly. He takes one sword as fast as lightning. It's simply terrible! How old do you think he is?"

Princess Nine said: "There are at least eighteen or nineteen years old who can kill the Great Perfection of Huangji Realm with one sword!"

The manager shook his head and said, "His name is Ale, he is fifteen years old."

Princess Nine was stunned.

"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 on his back.

At this moment, on the battle stage, a pale-faced and thin boy stood.

He looked fourteen or five years old, wearing tattered clothes, and holding a rusty iron sword in his hand. The iron sword was dyed red, drops of blood dripping.

His body stood straight, like a sculpture, but it exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

Killing eight warriors in a row, his aura rose to the peak.

Under the impact of that powerful murderous aura, no one dared to step onto the battlefield again.

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the young man standing in the middle of the battle platform. He was also a young swordsman, and he could clearly feel the sword intent and murderous aura on the young man named A Le.

Zhang Ruochen nodded gently and said, "There is extraordinary talent and the sword energy is as good as the heart. His sword spirit realm has reached the middle level of the heart, and the sword spirit also contains murderous intent."

Princess Nine was also looking at the young man holding a blood sword and said, "He seems not to be a pure human race, but a half-human of the Demon Wolf Half-human race."

Zhang Ruochen said, "That's right! It's indeed a half-man in the Demon Wolf! When you look at his eyes, it's like a wolf's eyes. It's actually a faint blood-red color."

At this moment, a cold laugh came from a distance: "Cousin. I have been missing for three years, so I really miss you!"

Zhang Ruochen looked in the direction where the laughter came, and saw a handsome pale man standing in the stands, smiling at him.

Moreover, there is an acquaintance, Lin Ningshan.

Lin Ningshan was wearing a white chiffon shirt with a sachet and ring-pair hanging around her waist, and she seemed to have grown taller. She had a graceful figure, white skin as white as snow, and her long black hair hung to her waist.

I have to say that Lin Ningshan is indeed very beautiful, with dark eyebrows like picturesque, her eyes like stars, and her red lips like gems. Her neck is long, her crisp peaks are slightly straight, her jade waist is slender, and her legs are straight, giving people a flawless feeling, like a beautiful woman walking out of the scroll.

"Cousin. Do you even know your cousin?" Lin Chenyu stared at Zhang Ruochen, his smile was very feminine and a little evil.

When Zhang Ruochen saw Lin Ningshan, he 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 indeed a long time no see. I didn't expect to meet him in the yellow-level martial arts arena."

Princess Nine whispered in Zhang Ruochen's ear, "Ninth brother, don't get too close to Lin Chenyu. This person is not good at character, has bad intentions, is inappropriate, is sinister and cunning, so it is not appropriate to make friends!"

Princess Nine's voice was extremely quiet, but Lin Chenyu was still heard.

Lin Chenyu's ears moved slightly, his eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly, saying, "Princess Nine, say bad things about Lin in front of Lin. Isn't this good? Is this the upbringing of the royal princess?"

Just as Lin Chenyu snorted coldly, Princess Ninth's face changed drastically, and she made a muffled sound from her mouth, and she took three steps backwards.

When she stopped, a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of her mouth and she suffered internal injuries.

Zhang Ruochen thought to himself, "What a powerful cultivation level, at least it has reached the late stage of Xuanji Realm, or even stronger."

The Xuanji Realm is also divided into seven small realms: early stage, middle stage, late stage, small pole position, middle pole position, great pole position, and great perfection.

Any warrior who enters the Xuanji realm is considered to be among the powerful martial arts masters. When they enter the military camp, they are at least one general-level figure.

Of course, in Xuanji Realm, every time you improve to a small realm, it will be even more difficult.

Lin Chenyu is worthy of being the first genius of the Lin family. He is only twenty years old and has reached such an unfathomable state.

At this moment, the ninth challenger finally stepped onto the battlefield and challenged the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman.

You know, all the first eight were killed by the deadly swordsman with one sword. Those who dared to step onto the battlefield to challenge him are definitely people with extraordinary courage.

"Are you a deadly swordsman? I, Han Axe, come and meet you for a while!" Han Axe stood opposite the deadly swordsman with a battle axe in his hand.

All the warriors looked at the battle stage.

This is the ninth game, and the challenger is actually the Han Axe who has the combat power of the yellow list warrior level.

Zhang Ruochen also fought with Han Axe and knew how strong Han Axe was.

Princess Nine wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slightly distanced from Lin Chenyu, and stared at the top of the battle platform, saying, "I don't know how many swords Han Axe can catch him?"

Zhang Ruochen said, "If Han Axe can catch his first sword, he can save his life. If he can't catch the first sword, he will probably be dead."

"Kill Han Axe with one sword? It's impossible!" said Princess Nine.

Zhang Ruochen stopped talking, just stared at the battle stand.

"puff!"

In just one moment, Han Axe's head flew out of the battle stage and fell to the ground like a ball.

Game 9, win!

After a slight silence, deafening shouts and exclamations sounded again in the entire Martial Palace.

"It actually... I only used one sword. I didn't even see how he drew his sword clearly. I only saw a sword shadow flashing over!"

"What level of sword technique is he using?"

"It's too fast, I can't see clearly that he draws his sword."

"Even the genius Ninth Prince, when he fought with Han Axe last month, he used more than 80 moves to defeat Han Axe."

"Is a more genius young warrior about to rise?"

Princess Nine was also stunned and said, "Brother Nine, can you catch his sword?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "His sword is indeed very fast, but it also has fatal flaws. Others can't see it, but I can see it. Of course, all martial arts in the world are invincible, but only fast is not broken. His sword is so fast that even if there are flaws, he can make up for it. If it were a month ago, it would be hard to say! As for now..."

Zhang Ruochen didn't say anything further and continued to look at the battle stand.

Finally, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman ushered in the tenth battle.

The person who fought with him was Su Heng, an old man ranked seventeenth on the yellow list.

Unfortunately, with just one sword, Su Heng died under his sword, turning into a headless corpse, and fell into a pool of blood.

Too invincible!

Winning ten consecutive games, with only one sword in each game.

Even when facing the yellow-listed warrior, it is no exception.

Such a young swordsman is even more amazing than the performance of the Ninth Prince a month ago!

Soon, the person in charge of the Huang-level Martial Palace tried to comment on his performance on the battlefield.

Sixth in the yellow list!

This is because no one can force him to use his real strength, so he is rated as the sixth in the yellow list. If he showed all his real strength, his ranking might be higher.

The deadly swordsman A Le still had a cold and ruthless face, and walked down from the battle stage with a bloody iron sword.

Neither happy nor sad!

Until his eyes saw Lin Ningshan, they finally showed a little softness. He felt his heart beating a little fast. He immediately looked away and said, "Miss Lin, I have fulfilled my promise to you. I won ten games in a row and did not lose a single game!"

Lin Ningshan showed a sweet smile, gently touched Ale's shoulder, and said, "Ale, with your strong talent, there will definitely be many major forces who want to win you over. Why do you need to stay in the Lin family and be a servant?"

Ale gently bit her lip, stared at Lin Ningshan's beautiful face, and said, "Ale only wishes to protect Miss Lin forever and have no other requests."

In his opinion, the woman in front of him was so perfect and so holy. As long as she could protect her side, it would be a happy thing.

Lin Ningshan nodded with a smile, but a trace of contempt flashed deep in her eyes.

Lin Ningshan stared at Zhang Ruochen with a little proud look and said with a smile: "Cousin, you are also practicing swords. If you fight Ale, how many swords can you catch Ale?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Ale, thoughtfully, and said lightly: "Someone is willing to protect you, so you should cherish it!"

After saying this, Zhang Ruochen didn't look at Lin Ningshan and walked directly to the battle stage.

When Lin Ningshan saw Zhang Ruochen ascended the battle stage, her beautiful eyes slightly condensed, "He has not become a yellow-listed warrior, why has he been on the battle stage again? Could it be..."

"Hey! It's interesting!" Lin Chenyu smiled slightly, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps, it is also very interesting to kill Zhang Ruochen on the battlefield.

Lin Chenyu waved to A Le and said, "A Le, come here!"

"Young Master, what are your instructions?" Ale said.

Lin Chenyu smiled and said, "Look at it carefully. The boy on the battlefield is one of Ning Shan's suitors. Maybe later, you will have to take action and kill him! Are you sure?"

"In my eyes, there are only two types of people, one is a living person and the other is a dead person. Either he dies or I die."

Ale stared at the battle platform, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he seemed to have turned into a sword.
Chapter completed!