Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 1569: Chapter 1569: Do Not Kill the Weak

"Back then, I taught you this move."

Julius Reed sheathed his longsword, and the Dragon King Ring also dimmed.

He did not intend to use the sword.

There was no point.

"What do you mean?" Ramir Harris asked coldly, his pupils dull.

"If I use a sword, you definitely won’t be able to beat me." Julius Reed placed his hands on his waist, took off Hell’s Sword and the Great Zhou Lanshore Sword, and threw them into the snow.

"Definitely."

He repeated.

"Indeed." Ramir Harris laughed weakly, "In terms of swordsmanship, you are my master."

"You still remember?" Julius Reed smiled faintly.

Ramir Harris, with exceptional talent, ultimately betrayed him to join the emperor.

Years later, Julius Reed still couldn’t figure out the reason.

If Ramir Harris was willing to speak, he wouldn’t mind giving him this chance.

But the opportunity came only once.

If not cherished, it would be lost for a lifetime.

"I won’t deny it." Ramir Harris’s sword tip trembled slightly, "Then I’ll... draw my sword."

The sword fell.

Heavy snow flew.

Ramir Harris soared into the air!

The longsword in his hand slashed through like a meteor!

Julius Reed raised his head, looking at the flying snow.

That year!

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But now.

The opponent pointed the sword at him...

Interesting.

Julius Reed did not dodge or flinch.

Stood in place!

Crack!

Frost suddenly began to congeal on the longsword in Ramir Harris’s hand!

Flying snow!

Stopped again!

"A true seeker perceives heaven and earth." Julius Reed spread his hands and grasped suddenly!

Directly gripping the longsword!

Through sheer force, he controlled the flying snow!

Controlled the sword in the other’s hand.

"Your will has wasted your talent."

Bam!

Julius Reed punched out!

Ramir Harris flew backward!

Heavy slam into the snow!

But half a second later!

A figure burst out from the snow, attacking again!

"Your sword will is defeated." Julius Reed picked up a handful of snow, leisurely forming it into a snowball.

The sword.

Coming closer.

In moments!

Already closing in on Julius Reed’s throat!

Julius Reed raised his right hand and gently squeezed!

The snowball exploded!

A potent aura burst forth!

Ramir Harris tumbled out, the longsword slipping from his hand.

"Somewhat disappointing."

Julius Reed walked over, hands behind his back.

A swordsman without a sword is unworthy of the title swordsman.

"You will die." Ramir Harris raised his head, a faint smile on his lips.

"But you will die now." Julius Reed stopped in front of Ramir Harris, raised a hand slightly.

Did not strike.

"Die!"

Slash!

A glint of cold light flashed!

A scarcely visible sword!

Suddenly shot out from Ramir Harris’s sleeve!

Incredibly sharp!

Each snowflake shattered!

Dispersed into droplets!

In a flash!

No one could dodge!

Even Julius Reed found it difficult to avoid!

Fast!

The sword was divine!

An assassin’s weapon!

Unbearably sharp!

Shooting out like a venomous snake!

A swordsman, a top swordsman!

Though his sword will had crumbled, the speed at which he drew his sword ranked top three in the world!

Ramir Harris!

One man, one sword!

Kneeling in the snow!

Ferociously thrust!

Stab!

Julius Reed did not dodge.

The sword.

Pierced his shoulder.

Blood, fell onto the snow.

Leaving a touch of difference on the pure white snow.

"Why didn’t you kill me?" Julius Reed did not need to dodge.

He wanted to withstand that sword!

But to Julius Reed’s surprise...

Ramir Harris missed the mark.

A swordsman might only have one chance in a lifetime to strike such a blow.

Ramir Harris had lived over a thousand years.

Yet this fierce!

And thunderous strike!

Only today!

Perhaps for the rest of his life, Ramir Harris would not replicate that strike.

Julius Reed did not dodge.

The sword, however, stabbed his shoulder.

A bit away from the heart.

"Why not dodge?" Ramir Harris asked with surprise in his eyes.

"I want to fulfill the infamy of your betrayal, is that not alright?" Julius Reed walked on, hands still behind his back, letting the blood drip, drop by drop, onto the snow.

"Fooled me." Ramir Harris laughed.

He stood up, shook his head.

"And why did you?" Julius Reed pointed at his own chest, "A few centimeters off and you could become a legend."

"Does it matter?" Ramir Harris’s attitude suddenly shifted.

Julius Reed lowered his head.

The sword.

Incredibly thin.

Yet shining with latent brilliance!

A layer of frost seemed to have formed atop it.

Blood is cold.

The sword is cold.

Fragrant snow condensed overnight in the small pavilion, frost flows unperceived in emptiness.

There are four words above.

Forst Thorneycroft.

"Good sword!"

Julius Reed laughed aloud, "Ramir Harris, don’t tell me the emperor used it to win you over!"

For a swordsman!

The sword is everything!

"Indeed." Ramir Harris released his hand, stepped back three paces.

His eyes carried a hint of a smile.

"Is it worth it?" Though they stood close together, Ramir Harris shouted, "For it, I betrayed you, is it worth it!"

"Very worth it." Julius Reed nodded, "But the heart of a swordsman should contain more than just the sword."

He pointed at his chest, "It must hold the world."

"This world is your world! Your Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s world, Julius Reed’s world!" Ramir Harris stood in the wind and snow, waving his arms, "It has nothing to do with me!"

"My world?" Julius Reed questioned, "Are you not of this world? Then you are also mine."

"Bullshit logic! Twisting words!" Ramir Harris allowed the wind and snow to hit him, shaking his head, pointing at Julius Reed, "Five thousand years ago, you tricked people just like this! You damn deceiver!"

Back then.

Julius Reed tricked Ramir Harris into practicing swords, once claimed, after his death, he would let Ramir Harris be the ruler of the world.

Ramir Harris believed it.

But in the end, as he neared his death.

Julius Reed was still vibrant and energetic.

"You should thank me." Julius Reed slowly pulled out the sword, looking at the blood already frozen on it, "At least, you are a swordsman."

"So, today I came." Ramir Harris raised his fist, laid it flat!

Hammered his own chest.

"I come, to give the sword!"

The voice was low as he said it.

But Julius Reed heard it loud and clear.

"The sword is yours for three minutes only! Holy Master, this is all I can do!"

As soon as the words dropped!

He suddenly darted out!

Bam!

Julius Reed did not move!

Bore the punch.

He closed his eyes.

Took out the "Opening Sky Book" from his arms.

Opened again.

Continuously flipped through.

The page on Great Zhou Lanshore Sword was clearly visible.

Then continued.

A page began to slowly appear.

Forst Thorneycroft.

A slender sword, just like the one in front of him!

Upon seeing the writings on it, Julius Reed’s face grew sullen.

"What is this?" He closed the "Opening Sky Book," looking at Ramir Harris.

There were too many secrets within.

In Julius Reed’s memory, there seemed to be no impression.

"I don’t know. But to the Undead Tribe, it is more important than the emperor." Ramir Harris picked up the sword, tucked it into his waist, "If you want the sword, you only need to kill me. When I’m dead, the sword will naturally fall to you."

"I’m not going to kill you."

Julius Reed tucked the "Opening Sky Book" into his coat, turned to leave.

"Ha." Ramir Harris looked at the retreating figure, shook his head.

He still couldn’t bring himself to kill him.

But suddenly.

A voice sounded.

"I don’t kill the weak."

"You!" Ramir Harris seemed infuriated!

He drew his sword!

Rushed towards the retreating figure!

Julius Reed did not turn around, just flicked his right hand.

Boom!

A wave of snow erupted!

Directly sent Ramir Harris flying!