Chapter 15 I’m here to teach you what the royal way is.
The death knight shook his head.
"Do you have a title?" Ye Long asked again.
The death knight shook his head again.
"Tch! You can't transform, and you haven't even received a title. Why are you here in the Yangshi world to cause trouble? You're such a small body."
Ye Long glanced sideways at the strong body of the Death Knight and said disdainfully: "You'd have been cut into many pieces while you were with us. I'm in a good mood today and won't cut you any more. Go back quickly and don't stay here.
I was upset when I saw it.
Damn it! When I was as powerful as you, I stayed in the underworld and didn’t dare to come out. How dare you come out and kill someone?”
"..." The death knight's mind was in a state of confusion.
The death knight Ye Long is no stranger. As a soul cultivator for three hundred years, he has seen a lot. This kind of Western underworld-style death knight is equivalent to a martial arts master with higher strength compared to the earthly world.
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If an entity with this kind of force value and a zombie type appeared in the modern world, mortal firearms would be able to break him into pieces within a few minutes and completely teach him how to be a ghost. Even in ancient times, there was no need for mystical cultivators to take action, mortals
Any martial artist in the world can cut him into pieces.
Because the zhenqi practiced by the martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains is actually the basic state of the spiritual energy of the mysterious cultivators. Ye Long was a martial arts person with good martial arts skills during his lifetime. With his ability during his lifetime, it was very easy to kill such a death knight, not to mention
Now he has advanced from Qi cultivation to the realm of Xuan cultivation?
Therefore, in the Central Plains, even zombies that have been around for hundreds of years do not dare to come out of the world at will. Even if they come out secretly, they only dare to hide in inaccessible places. Those who are vicious and want to harm others only dare to hide in deserted villages.
Show one or two faces. Who dares to be like those in the West? Dare to come out and be arrogant with half a bucket of water?
Even the demon clan, who are living beings, have to live with their tail between their legs when they reach the human world. This is because the mortal world in the Central Plains is not only filled with martial arts practitioners, but also many practitioners of law, such as those who subjugate demons...
These Western-style death knights and mages, despite their colorful use of so-called magic, look like fireworks, and they look really bluffing, but in fact they are just strong-willed but incompetent people. When it comes to fighting, they can only be described in one word: dishonest!
How is it like true qi? It is colorless, odorless and formless. A sword qi used to be unsightly, and it was split in half without knowing what happened. Who in the Central Plains martial arts community dares to make the true qi they practice tangible?
That is no different than seeking death.
Whether you are a first-rate master or a third-rate master, how much force you use, and which direction your sword energy attacks will be obvious to others at a glance. But you can’t see through others, and you can only deal with sword energy based on your perception. So who will die if you don’t?
Just when the death knight was confused and stagnant in place, bursts of miserable howls suddenly sounded in the woods, as if the weaker fighters were beaten by the stronger one.
Ye Long turned his head and looked towards the woods, then turned back and asked the death knight: "Your partner?"
The death knight shook his head.
"Oh! Then let's go!" Ye Long said.
As a new arrival, he didn't care at all how the people inside were beaten alive or dead. He lowered his head and looked at the sack at his feet. He knew there was a person inside, but he seemed to have fainted.
Ye Long flicked his hand gently, and the sack seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force and scattered in all directions. However, the person inside was completely unscathed, and she was a female dark elf.
"Hey! Is this an elf? The ears are really long!" Ye Long said with a smile.
...The death knight looked strangely at the leaf dragon who also had long ears and was in the form of a dark elf.
I saw Ye Long squatting down and pinching the female dark elf's ear: "It's quite soft, it's true."
He turned over to look at the female elf's tired and shrunken body.
"She looks pretty good!" Ye Long said to himself again.
It turns out that this female elf is none other than Shakir. To be honest, Shakir is not just okay-looking, but really beautiful. Even among the dark elves, she is considered a very beautiful one.
However, Ye Long said that she was pretty good-looking, which was already a very high evaluation. Ye Long had seen too many beauties, not to mention those mysterious cultivators, as long as they were women, they would not be able to temper their bodies.
Orient yourself in a beautiful direction?
Ye Long raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Well, it seems that this girl has been poisoned!"
He reached out and pinched Shakir's chin, turned it left and right twice, and said, "It's not very toxic, it just made me dizzy for a while!"
As he spoke, he released the hand that held Shakir's chin, and then easily performed a sword duel with a few fingers.
As his finger sword skills were completed, several of his fingers seemed to have an invisible suction force, and very light green smoke emitted from Shakir's whole body. The green smoke quickly condensed in his hands, and soon
It condenses into a small crystal green bead about the size of a mung bean.
He pinched the green bead, glanced at it for a moment and threw it on the ground next to him, scolding disdainfully: "What the hell is this? Are you here to play with poison?"
He clapped his hands and stood up.
"Why don't you leave? Why don't you wait for me to kill you?" Ye Long said to the death knight who was still disobedient.
However, the death knight did not answer. Instead, he silently drew the black giant sword behind his back. The meaning was very clear, and he informed Ye Long of his decision with silent movements.
The miserable howl in the woods was completely silenced.
Ye Long turned his head and glanced at the quiet woods, then turned his head and sighed: Oh! Really! You really deserve a beating! Hitting you with magic would be too much of a bully."
Ye Long ticked the Death Knight with his index finger and said: "Come on! Don't you really know that you are trying to make trouble on Tai Sui's head? Since no one teaches you, I will use my fists to teach you something today.
Call it Kingly Way!"
Has the death knight ever been so slighted? He roared in a low voice. The black smoke on the body of the man and horse suddenly surged like flames. In an instant, the death horse suddenly rushed towards Ye Long like lightning. The distance of five or six meters was reached in an instant.
The death knight on the horse also took advantage of this rushing momentum to raise his sword and unleash a cleave at Ye Long.
Ye Long did not retreat but advanced. He jumped forward faster than a death horse.
The sword energy of the cleave slashed on the afterimage of Ye Long left on the spot, and the afterimage disappeared. The death knight's purple-black sword energy of cleave plowed a deep trench on the ground, but Ye Long didn't know it.
Where to go.
"Bang!" A muffled sound!
The death horse's chin was knocked upright by Ye Long's flying knee, and even its two hind hooves followed the horse's body and left the ground.
But it wasn't over yet. Ye Long was the first to land on the ground under the reaction force. He took a false step forward with his left leg, and then quickly moved his body's weight forward while twisting his waist. Before his left foot even landed, his right foot was already in the air, and his body's weight was instantly lifted.
All the power of moving forward and twisting the waist is concentrated on the right leg, and with fierce force, it suddenly kicks towards the death horse with four hooves flying in the air and its soft belly exposed.