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Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 1082
Chapter 1082 Military Counselor Qing Long
“Stop the transmission for the moment.” Ding Hao ordered.
Because he saw that in the distant sky, there were numerous experts of the Feather Clan swarming toward them, and further away, there were space transmission gates being opened one after another. The endless armies of the Feather Clan were coming like tides. Obviously, they had made up their minds to kill the Military Counselor of the White-Robed King.
Like a dragon, the long-haired young man’s spear thrust forward. Hundreds of fire dragons soared into the sky and swept into the armies of Feather Clan. In an instant, countless Feather Clan experts fell.
“Protect the Military Counselor!”
Hundreds of patrolling experts fearlessly rushed over to stop the great armies.
Obviously, the man on the silver-damaged flagship was very important to them.
It was a pity that although those hundreds of patrol masters were brave, the difference in numbers was too big. In the blink of an eye, more than half of them perished. This scene was very tragic. Every patrol master chose to self-detonate before he died. He would rather die to kill a few enemies.
“AHHHH! Damn it, kill them!”
The long-haired young man roared. Like a tiger stepping into a flock of sheep, he resisted the swarming Feather Clan armies with his own strength and tried his best to stall their hunting. Obviously, he was buying time for the silver flagship.
Fire-red arrows bloomed in the sky.
That was the signal for help from the White-Robed King’s Army.
But it was obviously a little too late. Only two patrol teams nearby arrived as soon as possible, but there were only 100 people in those teams. It was difficult for them to resist the crazy armies of the Feather Clan.
“Lord Counselor, leave now. I will hold back this group of bastards!”
The long-haired young man seemed to have gone mad. He was injured in many places, but he would rather die than retreat. He wanted to buy time. At this time, a Black-White Six-Winged young expert of the Feather Clan turned into a stream of light and stopped the long-haired man, not giving him a chance.
Ding Hao’s eyes fell on the shabby silver flagship.
The ship’s body was broken and flames were everywhere. On the bow of the ship, a gray-haired old man was sitting quietly in a wheelchair, instructing the soldiers to put out the fire and fight back in an orderly manner.
This old man should be the Military Counselor that the White-Robed King’s Army would protect at the risk of their lives, but his lower body seemed to be paralyzed. He was sitting on an inscription rattan chair. The rattan chair was floating in the air. His knees were covered with a blanket, and he could not walk on his own. His face was thin and lean, with sharp lines like knives. His eyebrows were hanging over his eyes like giant knives, and the lines of his eyes were slanted and long like swords. He had great fierce killing intent all over him.
This old man’s strength was not high, and he seemed to have barely reached the Great Martial Mentor Realm, not yet reaching the Primordial Realm.
A delicate little girl stood quietly beside the old man. She looked less than ten years old, but she did not panic in the face of such a dangerous situation. She had a rare calmness of an adult, gently massaging the old man’s legs.
Ding Hao instantly thought of something.
He had seen this girl before.
She was the beautiful little girl in Mu Tianyang’s arms who appeared in the crowd on his wedding day.
Ding Hao seemed to realize something.
Right at this moment—
A violent energy current exploded.
A figure covered in blood was thrown out. It was the young man with long purplish hair. His body was almost crushed, and the long spear in his hand was broken. He was coughing up blood, but his eyes were flashing with amazing fighting desire. He roared and was about to rush forward.
But the next moment, a white sword light brushed past him.
Poof! Poof! Poof!
In an instant, hundreds of Feather Clan masters were killed by the extremely powerful sword light. Blood splashed all over the sky, and feathers flew everywhere.
The long-haired young man was startled. Subconsciously, he looked backward.
On the Long Sailing, the young man in cyan flicked his fingers in succession.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Rays of white flowing light burst out from his fingertips, and in the next moment, they turned into thousands of meters long white sword light. They cut through the void and instantly cut into the Feather Clan armies like red-hot soldering iron inserted into fresh cheese. Immediately, the tide-like armies were cut into pieces.
“What formidable strength!
“This is simply unbelievable!”
Duanmu Hui, the long purplish-haired young man, was thoroughly shocked.
Such strength was beyond his imagination.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, it was this person whom he regarded as a spy that saved the situation.
“The one on the other side, who are you? Why ruin our Feather Clan’s imperial business?”
The Black-White Six-Winged expert who had attacked before roared. This time, he had paid a huge price in order to kill the most terrible think tank under the command of the White-Robed King. Originally, he thought that victory was already in his grasp, but he did not expect that a terrifying opponent would suddenly appear and ruin his business.
Ding Hao stood at the bow without saying a word.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Streaks of sword light flew across the sky as Ding Hao ran his power.
At first, the Sword Light was just a wisp of faint silver light, but after it sharply shot out a few meters, it soon turned into a huge sword radiance that was thousands of meters long. Icing Qi emerged in the void, and the snowflakes were flying as if it turned into winter in an instant. All the Feather Clan experts felt their limbs stiff. The terrible huge sword radiance cut horizontally like a sickle cutting wheat, which instantly killed countless living creatures.
For a moment, within a radius of hundreds of miles, the Sword Light was terrifying, and the Icing Qi was pressing, just like the sword domain of the Deadlands.
“Damn it, who the hell are you? Dare you leave your name?”
The Black-White Six-Winged expert of the Feather Clan roared angrily. He was sure that the terrifying expert who had suddenly appeared was not one of the White-Robed King’s men. According to his intelligence, the strength of the White-robed King was only so-so.
Ding Hao remained silent.
A stream of supreme Sword Intent was launched silently.
The expert of the Feather Clan seemed to have sensed something, and his face changed. But before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck, and then his whole head was suddenly cut off in an orderly manner. The six wings on his back were also divided into twelve pieces. Blood spurted out as he was instantly slashed into nothingness.
The great armies of the Feather Clan immediately broke down.
The man standing on the bow opposite them did not say a word, but as if he were an unstoppable Killing God, he easily killed thousands of Feather Clan soldiers. Even their commander was killed in an instant, which gave the Feather Clan armies the illusion that this man in cyan was invincible.
The Feather Clan armies were divided. Some retreated in fear, while others rushed forward to avenge their commander.
But no matter what, the numerous Sword Lights that soared through the sky wouldn’t slow down.
The Icing Qi left no one alive.
Instantly, thousands of Feather Clan soldiers were slaughtered.
This time, their remaining last bit of courage disappeared.
They flapped their wings and turned to flee.
Qing Long, who was sitting on the floating rattan chair, looked at the man in cyan in surprise.
“What terrifying strength.”
This was the first time he had seen someone who could suppress armies of nearly ten thousand Feather Clan soldiers so easily, including a Black-White Six-Winged commander. The giant Sword Lights that were constantly slashing through the air had unimaginable sharpness.
“With such strength, this man is definitely in the God Realm.
“Such a young God Realm Master can be a match for the White-Robed King.
“If I can rope this person in and make him the White-Robed King’s assistant, then the forces of the White-Robed Army can expand its territory and control six or seven provinces around. We can protect more humans, and I’ll get to fulfill my ambitions.”
The little girl beside him, Liu Lingzui, suddenly said, “I know him.”
“Is that so?” Qing Long raised his sharp eyebrows.
“He is Brother Mu’s enemy,” Liu Ling Zui said seriously, “but many people in the Northern Region are willing to follow him and fight for him. He has a great influence in there, far greater than that of Brother Mu in the Divine Central Continent.”
Qing Long raised his eyebrows again.
“So that’s how it is.
“No wonder his strength is so terrifying. How could such a young man, who can suppress an army alone, be a nobody? I wanted to draw him to my side before, but I was too naive. It’s said that the heir of the White-Robed King also comes from the Northern Region. No wonder he was forced to flee to the Central Continent even though he has great strength. It turns out that his opponent is so extraordinary.”
Qing Long felt a little excited.
The stronger his opponent was, the more excited he would be.
This was also one of the reasons why he was able to advance from a disabled person who had not reached the Primordial Realm to the most trusted adviser of the White-Robed King in such a short time. What he had suffered in the past 50 years had cultivated his calm mind to almost cruelness, and he could almost see through everyone’s mind. Also, experiencing dozens of different lives had made him have outstanding talent in planning and leadership.
In this world where the strong were respected, sometimes, wisdom could change many things.
These thoughts flashed through Qing Long’s mind, and he no longer wanted to draw Ding Hao over to his side. He sat on the rattan chair, cupped his hands toward Ding Hao in the distance, and said loudly, “I’m Qing Long. Thank you for your help. I’m very grateful.”
In the distance, Ding Hao did not chase after the remnants of the Feather Clan armies.
Hearing the voice, he saluted back. He felt that the name Qing Long was slightly special, but he didn’t take it to heart. In fact, at this time, Ding Hao had already guessed who the White-Robed King was.
“I have offended you before. Please forgive me.” Duanmu Hui, the young man with long purplish hair, was covered in blood. He bowed in the void with an extremely sincere attitude.
For him, even if he had to sacrifice his life, he would protect the Military Counselor, Qing Long. Since Ding Hao had turned the tide, he would be even willing to kneel.
Ding Hao also admired this brave and loyal young man, but since the other party was on the White-Robed King’s side, he didn’t plan to stay any longer. He thanked the young man and ordered the Long Sailing to begin the transition. Layers of spatial ripples appeared in the void. The Long Sailing plunged into the ripples and disappeared in an instant.
“Hey? Why would he leave so soon?” Duanmu Hui felt a bit of regret. “I still wanted to invite him to Wei City as a guest.”
“He wouldn’t agree to it.” There was a trace of warmth in Qing Long’s slanted eyes.
“What? Lord Counselor, do you mean that… Do you know him?” Duanmu Hui asked in surprise.
At this moment, another cold voice sounded. “I know him.”
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