Su Yinhu didn't fall for the attack, and he didn't use his true energy to shake open the food and drinks - he couldn't use it, because the moment his palms met, Su Yinhu was forced back more than three feet by Xuanyuan Aotian's powerful internal force.
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Su Yinhu's feet were unsteady and he managed to stand still. The blood in his chest was boiling. If he hadn't been on the battlefield, killed people, and seen blood as a warrior, he would have been unable to suppress the swelling in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Su Yinhu raised his eyes and said to Xuanyuan Aotian, who was as handsome as a god in white clothes, but exuded a cold evil aura: "Your Highness, you have done a great job!"
After saying that, Su Yinhu drew out the long knife at his waist.
The long knife made of fine cold iron accompanied Su Yinhu into battle to kill the enemy and guard the border. As soon as the long knife, stained with countless blood, was pulled out, it shone with a cold and dazzling light in the sun.
Su Yinhu gathered his energy and looked at Xuanyuan Aotian with a wary expression. He felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and did not relax at all.
Xuanyuan Aotian is not as nervous as Su Yinhu, but the cloudless Fengqing look on his face is gone: for a warrior like Su Yinhu, Xuanyuan Aotian will give him enough respect.
Xuanyuan Aotian said to Su Yinhu: "Your kung fu is not bad."
As he spoke, Xuanyuan Aotian glanced at Ye Xue: How about the person I like?
Ye Xue smiled lightly. In terms of martial arts and character, Su Yinhu was naturally an excellent talent, and the most important thing was Su Yinhu's seemingly respectful but neither humble nor overbearing attitude.
Su Yinhu believes in the strong - and such a person is both good and dangerous. The good thing is that he must be a rare talent, but the dangerous thing is that he may be like Nangong Wuming, thinking that he is strong, and then will the above
The person was pulled down - but obviously Xuanyuan Aotian didn't care about the latter, and Ye Xue certainly didn't care either.
Just as Xuanyuan Aotian said: Nangong Wuming is not wrong in wanting to be the emperor, Xuanyuan Aoyi, and Xuanyuan Ao is not wrong in wanting to be the emperor at first - soldiers who do not want to be generals are not good soldiers!
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The Shenwu Continent has been a world where the strong are respected since ancient times. If the people below are strong and the people above are weak, why should they not allow the people below to ascend to high positions?
If a strong person is afraid that the talented people below him will become stronger than him and take his position - then this person is not truly strong.
A truly strong man is not afraid of anyone! He is not afraid of anything!
A truly strong man stands at the top. He does not shy away from the strength of others. He has only one goal - to be stronger than everyone else.
The strong are respected and the weak are slaves - the food chain in this world has never changed.
"Your Highness, I'm here!" Su Yinhu roared loudly, causing birds to fly in all directions. He swung his sword, and the white sword energy was like a large curved sword, slashing at Xuanyuan Aotian with a sharp sound of cutting through the air.
As early as the previous moment when they were fighting with bare hands, Su Yinhu, who was suppressed, felt the unfathomable power of Xuanyuan Aotian's kung fu.
Su Yinhu didn't come up empty handed. His attack this time was Su Yinhu's most proud and best skill.
"Your Highness, take over my Su family's thirty-sixth method of violent wind swordsmanship!"
Following Su Yinhu's loud roar, the long knife in his hand suddenly started to dance continuously in the air.
One knife...
Two swords...
Three swords...
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Ten swords...
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Twenty-one knives...
The sword light flashed, one sword after another, each sword was more powerful than the last, and each sword was more fierce than the last. The sword energy was like a group of fierce tigers coming out of the gate, attacking Xuanyuan Aotian continuously and with astonishing momentum.