Legend of Swordsman Chapter 402: See you

The Lord of the Iron Knives is indeed generous, with many treasures to give, and there are enough 100,000 pieces in Yuanjing alone.

Yuanjing is a currency used by vast expanses of China. Generally, an ordinary holy land is the ultimate. All net worth estimates are only hundreds of Yuanjing. The second-tier strong man is richer and can be topped. Most are worth only a few thousand yuan.

Now there are 100,000 yuan crystals, and they are distributed, and each of them can get tens of thousands yuan crystals.

Soon about all these things given by these iron knife lords, all the treasures assigned to Yuan Jing, the Qing army accounted for 20%, the six commanders accounted for 10%, and the remaining 20%. It is assigned to those ordinary sergeants.

After all, those sergeants also did something.

After all the treasures have been distributed, it's night and everyone has dispersed.

After the Battle of the Magic Heart Valley, the Iron Blade Army returns to peace.

After three days.

Oh!

A streamer crossed the sky, and soon appeared in the void above the Fire Palace where the Iron Blade Lord lived.

The streamer emerged, revealing an old man with purple hair. The old man with purple hair looked at the huge fire palace below, and felt the oppression passed on to him by the fire palace. His face was a bit scared.

"Iron Lord!"

"This time the Iron Knife Lord lost too much. After the Iron Knife Lord knew it," the old man with purple hair thought about it, followed by a sigh of sigh. Strength is considered to be the best. Although it is said that the temper has always been good, but this time the loss is so great, no matter how good the temper will definitely be angry.

"I have to be careful, but don't provoke this iron knife lord to anger me, otherwise I will lose my life."

The old man with purple hair was pregnant with a trace of sorrow, and soon set foot on fire in the palace.

And shortly after the old man with purple hair entered Huoyou Palace, the Lord of the Iron Knives gave an order directly.

"Let the two army leaders, and all the leaders staying inside the iron knife collar, come and see me!"

In the barracks of the First Army of the Iron Blade.

The First Army has been in charge of guarding the Demon Valley, and since the opening of the Demon Valley Cave, the First Army has no other missions, so the barracks still stand near the Demon Valley.

In one of the camp's tents, Jian Wushuang sat alone on the bed with his eyes closed slightly. Around him, there was a vast and powerful source of power.

But just a few moments later, these original powers dissipated towards the surroundings.

Jian Wushuang's eyes opened, and he shook his head secretly, "I have realized a very high level of both the origin of the world and the origin of killing, but the mark of the distance from the origin of concentration is always worse.

Imprint of the origin, the logo of the second-order powerhouse.

Sword Warriors relies on the superiority of the spiritual power burst of Datianzaiju, plus strong physical strength, and the combat power will not be worse than any second-level cards. Even with a lot of hole cards, it may also compete against the third-level cards. The strong, the combat power is not weak.

The perception of the origin is indeed too low.

There is no other way, after all, he is too young!

Like the Thunder Knife, they all think that Jian Wushuang is only effective in staying in the face. It must be really old, but in fact, only Jian Wushuang knows himself. He has never stayed in the face at all. He is very young. By this year, He is only 24 years old.

It's incredible that such a young man can understand the origin as much as it is now.

"Swordsman!" Thunderblade's voice came from outside the camp.

Jian Wushuang got up immediately, and after walking out of the tent, he immediately saw the leader of the Qing Army and the leaders such as Thunder Knife waiting outside.

"What's wrong?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Master Lord calls, we will set off immediately."

"Okay." Jian Wushuang nodded.

Immediately, many commanders of the First Army headed towards the Fire Palace under the leadership of the Qing Army master.

When you came to Huoyou Palace, there were already a lot of people waiting in Huoyou Palace. Those people, from the Second Army, headed by the Second Army, also stepped into the same place as the Youth. Third-order strong.

And Jian Wushuang they waited in the Fire Palace for a long time, and some leaders came back one after another.

"There are so many people." Jian Wushuang sat on a seat on the edge and looked around.

At this moment, there are more than a dozen leaders gathered in the Fire Palace alone. There are also some people who have the second-level combat power at the leadership level, but they have not held the leadership position at a glance. Go, already more than twenty people.

"I am afraid that Your Majesty the Iron Blade Lord, all the second-tier strong who are still under the Iron Knife Lord have gathered here." Jian Wushuang secretly said.

"During the usual discussions, the Lord Lord only summoned the two army leaders. At most, there were several related leaders present, but this time, it seemed that something had happened, and it was very likely that It's because of that place, "the thunder knife sitting next to Jian Wushuang groaned.

"That place?" Jian Wushuang moved inside, but he knew where the sword was.

At the top of the palace, a black-haired man with an unsharply-looking dark-skinned iron sword lord sits there with a shaggy face, and beside the iron sword lord, he stands respectfully in an old purple robe.

"Today, I have called you here for one thing." Lord Ironknife had a loud voice, with a touch of coldness, but glanced at the old man in the purple robe.

The old man in purple robe nodded. First, the two army leaders and many leaders who were present at the scene bowed down, and then they prospered: "My lords, the old man Guruman, is your Majesty the Houhou Wanghou. This time I came To convey a message "

"Just a few days ago, on the Chiyan battlefield, the strong team from the Iron Blade Colleague was assassinated and suffered heavy losses. The eight-member team lost five!"

The old man in purple robe said quietly and watched the reaction of everyone in the hall.

"What?"

"Fall five in one go?"

"So miserable? What enemies did they encounter?"

The whole hall immediately burst into an uproar.

Jian Wushuang's expression was also a little calm.

He also heard a few people from Thunderblade talk about the Red Flame battlefield before, knowing that the Red Flame battlefield is crazy, cruel, killing the sky, and it is a battlefield of the strong, like the second-order power of the Thunderblade. Or, in that Chiyan battlefield, it seems to be just average.

I just heard that Jian Wushuang hadn't felt anything yet, but now when he learns that the eight-man squad of iron sword collars has suddenly fallen to five places, even though he is quite scared.

After all, the five men who fell are definitely the second-order powerhouses, and maybe they are more powerful than the Thunderblade.

"The Red Flame battlefield involves a battle between two princes, and has a great reputation throughout the vast Divine Land."

At this time, the iron blade lord on the throne also spoke, and his voice was cold.