Qin Shi: With a superb understanding, he is invincible as soon as he strikes

But unfortunately, even if he were to become a demon again and his strength increased greatly, he would not be able to defeat the combined forces of Jun Ren and Li Shu Zhu.

The demonic energy completely dissipated, the sword of right and wrong fell into the stream, and Qi Shifei fell on the bamboo raft, dying.

"Who is behind the Taoist sect?" Jun Ren asked, "My friend, your sect's decision will only lead to its destruction."

"Hahaha, is that so?" Qi Shifei laughed.

Junren and Lishuzhu knew they couldn't get the answer, so they stopped asking.

The master of the art of slavery said, "Old friend, do you know why I am still keeping you alive?"

"You believe that your prince can come back." Qi Shifei said.

"So, is it you who is behind the Human Sect or Lord Chu Nan who is looking for His Highness?" Li Shuzhu said, "There is no need to hide this point."

Chapter 115 Shepherd!

"Since Lord Chu Nan considers himself to be one of the players in the chess game, it is only natural for him to collect the body of another person who considers himself to be the chess master." Qi Shifei sneered.

"Jun Ren, Master of the Art of Liberation, although I die today, I will die a worthy death."

"My old friend, it's too early to say this now. I really don't understand. Lord Chu Nan has failed in the game with Your Highness so many times, why do you still believe in him?" After confirming that it was a backup plan left by Lord Chu Nan, the Master of Li Shu became very curious.

"It is precisely because he has failed so many times that I continue to believe in him. This time, he should really show some of his trump cards." Qi Shifei said coldly, "Otherwise, he will not have the face to appear in the world again."

"It seems to be true..." Jun Ren couldn't help but worry, "Many failures will definitely really stimulate this Senior Nan Gong. As the direct descendant of the master of the Hundred Schools, who dares to underestimate his real trump card?"

"Master of Lishu..." Jun Ren looked at the Master of Lishu with worry.

"Don't worry, old friend. No matter what kind of trump card your Highness plays, he is capable of dealing with it." The Master of Lishu still believed in Ying Xiao.

"Hahaha, Master of Lishu, I hope you will still be so confident after a while." Qi Shifei laughed happily.

"Yes, old friend." The master of Lishu nodded.

......

Carrying Juque on his back and Tianwen in his hand, Ying Xiao came to the wooden house where Mr. Chu Nan lived.

Lord Chu Nan is naturally no longer here.

But there was someone waiting for Ying Xiao here. He was a middle-aged man wearing a sheepskin coat. He was dark, tall and thin, with a faint smile on his lips. There were three sheep eating grass beside him.

"Your Highness is here as expected." The middle-aged man stood up and smiled, bowing to show his respect.

"What's your name, senior?" Ying Xiao also bowed and said.

"Your Highness, please call me shepherd." said the middle-aged man.

"Shepherd..." Ying Xiao murmured, his eyes moving as he pondered, "It is rumored that the Grandmaster of all schools, Jiang Ziya, has five animal gods under his command. If I am not mistaken, then you are one of the five animal gods."

"Yes, it is the shepherd god, one of the five animal gods. However, he is just a mortal. How dare I include the word 'god' in his name? So, just shepherd will do." said the shepherd.

"Senior, you are too modest." Ying Xiao whispered.

"Your Highness, then draw your sword." The shepherd extended his hand and asked, "As far as I can remember, I have been shepherding sheep for who knows how long, so I don't know how long this desolate sword has not been unsheathed."

The shepherd's eyes were slightly touched, as if he was about to cry, and he looked at the stick in his hand.

But how could it be just a wooden stick? There was a desolate sword hidden within the wooden stick.

BAA Baa baa!

As the three sheep shouted at the same time, the so-called desolate sword was unsheathed. It looked like an ordinary steel sword in the wooden stick, passing through the air. Everything was really ordinary.

However, suddenly, Ying Xiao felt a sense of desolation and grief filling his heart.

When Ying Xiao blinked and looked again, this place was no longer here, but a desolate city.

The ancient city walls are full of holes, the ancient palaces are in ruins, and the dilapidated streets buried in sand are filled with white bones.

Then, there were only three sheep, one man, one city, and one sword.

So desolate!

"The Way of Desolation, the Sword of Desolation, use desolation to nourish desolation." Ying Xiao said, "This land has gone through hundreds of years of turmoil. Every inch of land has seen bloody battles, and every city has experienced the desolation after the massacre."

"It can be said that wherever there is desolation, there is desolation everywhere. The senior's words are correct."

"It's an honor to receive the praise of His Majesty the King of Wu." The shepherd whispered, and the desolate sword continued to dance. The desolate city in the artistic conception became larger and larger.

"Your Highness, be careful..."

"Infinitely sad, a sad funeral song!"

Death is everywhere, it is the most desolate scene, graves appear one after another, cries, suona sounds, all kinds of death sounds come together to form a funeral song, it can be said to be the most desolate path.

This sword came out from this sad funeral song.

Before the sword arrived, Ying Xiao already felt desolate. He wanted to cry, to kneel down, and to face death.

However, the clanging sound of the Tianwen sword broke the sad funeral song for Ying Xiao. Tianwen was then unsheathed, and the original internal force swept over to block the shepherd's sword.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

In the night, on the hill, two figures have intertwined, sword light is overflowing, and the collision of primitive internal force and desolate internal force is like a swan song.

"Middle stage of the fourth level..." Ying Xiao repeated in his heart and exerted all his strength. With his extraordinary understanding, his primitive swordsmanship became stronger and stronger. After a short while, he suppressed this so-called desolation.

"Primitive madness!" Ying Xiao's pupils shrank sharply and he fell into madness, the most primitive state of madness. He slashed with one sword and had no choice but to attack.

As a last resort, the shepherd retreated three steps, and the desolate sword in his hand also retreated a few inches.

Thus, the desolate city was shattered.

The crazy sword force on the Tianwen Sword became stronger and stronger, forcing the shepherd to death at the limit.

"What a crazy sword move..." The shepherd exclaimed, "Infinite madness, infinite attack, and the best defense is absolute offense, leaving the opponent no chance to attack."

At the edge of the hill, the shepherd had no room to retreat anymore. His skinny body suddenly swelled up for a moment, his arms shook, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground, finally blocking Ying Xiao's attack.

Then, the dust on the ground began to gather.

The desolate inner force reappeared.

"After the funeral song, it is time to bury the soil..."

The shepherds murmured, and the dust buried everything, and a new tomb was formed.

Ying Xiao looked carefully and found that he seemed to be really in a tomb.

"Desolate Burial Ground—Burial Ground Sword!"

The light of the Desolate Sword became brighter, and the sense of desolation actually made Ying Xiao come out of his crazy state directly. Then the shepherd began to fight back, and soon, Ying Xiao also came to the other side of the hill, with nowhere to retreat.

"What a desolate sword technique! It can break all sword forces." Ying Xiao also admired.

"At the beginning of life, human nature is evil. Evil will nourish all ambitions. Where there is ambition, there will be war. Where there is war, there will be infinite desolation. Desolation is the foundation of this world. The desolate sword can naturally break all sword forces and all sword hearts." said the shepherd.

"There's just one thing I don't understand." Ying Xiao asked curiously.

"Your Highness, please speak." The shepherd whispered.

"A desolate city, a desolate person, and a desolate sword. I think this is the most desolate thing. Adding three sheep is redundant, isn't it? It seems that the desolation adds some liveliness." Ying Xiao said.

"Or maybe, a shepherd needs to shepherd sheep, so one sheep is enough, what's the point of three sheep?"

"Or maybe, I am overthinking it."

"Your Highness is indeed a genius who has become famous in the world in just a few months." The shepherd said, "You saw the essence of my desolate way at a glance."

"Oh, are these three sheep the source of the senior's desolate way..." At this moment, Ying Xiao became more and more curious.

"If Your Highness wants to know more clearly, it depends on whether Your Highness can force me to that point. But at the moment, this sword is far from enough." said the shepherd.

Chapter 116 The root of desolation—the cold-bloodedness of sheep!

As he spoke, the shepherd's eyes were filled with sorrow, and the desolate sword intent around him increased again.

The third desolate sword, after the burial song and burial soil, is the burial of people.

"Your Highness, let me see the supreme Juque in the world."

"Otherwise, if this sword buries someone, Your Highness will also be buried here. From now on, only desolation will be your companion."

"Senior, do you think that the crazy sword just now was the peak of madness?" Ying Xiao said, "Senior's desolation came from war, and madness also came from war."

"Dominate the world - the ultimate madness!"

At this moment, Ying Xiao seemed to be truly possessed by the devil. The Tianwen Sword was surrounded by the domineering and unparalleled devilish sword intent, and it slashed out fiercely.

"What? There's an even stronger madman..." The shepherd was slightly surprised, but without any hesitation, he used the Desolate Burial with all his strength.

boom!

The two powerful sword moves collided with each other, like a charge into war.

The sword left no trace, the sword energy was as high as the sky, and the madness and desolation of the sword art reached its extreme in an instant.

"Your Highness, you are very powerful, but not powerful enough." The fighting spirit was blazing, the desolation was burning, the shepherd's sword intent was endless, and he entered a state of sublimation.

"The most desolate thing - the desolate national mourning!"

War breaks out, the country is in mourning, on the endless land, the traces of war are buried by sand, and there is no one living on the land. The land of the homeland can no longer be seen, only the past remains.

The grief of a country is the most desolate.

A teardrop, though small, contains all the sadness.

As tears fell from the shepherd's eyes and landed on the sword of desolation, the shepherd slashed out with the sword of national martyrdom.

"There is the worst kind of desolation, and there is naturally the worst kind of madness, too..." Ying Xiao spoke hoarsely. There was no wind here, but his black hair was rustling. His pupils were completely black, as if he was crazy and demonic. His body was transformed, as if there were three Ying Xiaos.

The original internal force surged and turned into magic power.

"The Three Swords of Avici!"

Boom boom boom!

The sword energy is like the tide, the sword force is like the sea, both sides have reached their limit.

As blood spilled, the two men slid down at the same time and half-knelt on either side of the hill, both vomiting blood and half-kneeling with their swords supporting them.

"What a crazy three swords of Avici Road. I have nurtured the national grief for more than ten years, but I still cannot win." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, the shepherd stood up and said a little grimly.

I thought killing Ying Xiao would be easy for him, and the task would be over once the Desolate Sword was unsheathed and put back into its sheath.

But now, the national tragedy has come, and both sides will suffer losses.

"Senior, now can you let me see your miserable nature? What do those three sheep have to do with your miserable swordsmanship?" Ying Xiao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but still smiled.

After several confrontations, Ying Xiao roughly knew the limits of this shepherd.

"Your Highness, as you wish." The shepherd's tone began to become ferocious, "Then it's time for Your Highness to perform the Supreme Juque. I heard that in the sword competition at Xiaoshengxian Manor, Your Highness's Supreme Sword Skills far surpassed Shengqi, who was the first to wield the Juque."

“No, I think that to deal with the senior’s desolation, even if it is the desolation itself, Tianwen is enough.” Ying Xiao shook his head and said.

"Hahaha... Your Highness is really a bit arrogant..." Ying Xiao's words made the shepherd laugh angrily.

It was also the first time that the shepherd exuded murderous intent.

"I'm not arrogant. I'm never arrogant when facing any opponent." Ying Xiao responded, "The reason for this is because I'm confident."

"Confidence? That's a pity, because this is your last chance to get out of Juque, Your Highness." The shepherd's voice also became hoarse.

"It seems that the senior is more confident." Ying Xiao said.

"Your Highness, do you know when was the last time this desolate sword was unsheathed?" The shepherd asked, slowly holding the desolate sword in his hand horizontally.

"I'm all ears." Ying Xiao whispered.

"Eighteen years ago!" said the shepherd.

"Oh, it's really been a long time. In that case, it's really an honor for me to see the Desolate Sword unsheathed now." Ying Xiao said with a smile.

"No, it would be an honor to die under the desolate sword eighteen years from now," said the shepherd, and then slowly walked to the three sheep.

Ying Xiao's eyes also fell on the three sheep, and he looked at them and said, "If what I see is correct, the two big ones are very old."

"Your Highness has good eyesight. These two big ones are exactly twenty years old, and the remaining cub is only three months old." said the shepherd.

"Oh, twenty years, that's really amazing. The maximum lifespan of a sheep is probably twenty years." Ying Xiao was slightly surprised.

"Those are just ordinary sheep. My sheep are ice sheep, the best quality among sheep. Under normal circumstances, their lifespan can reach thirty-five years. And I take good care of them every moment, so it is normal for them to live forty years," said the shepherd.