swordking

# SWORDMAN # EMPRESS # LOVEY-DOVEY
Lin Ran was transmigrated to a fantasy world and was the top scorer during the martial arts exam.
He was assigned to protect the empress, but because he did not give presents to the general director in charge of the palace affairs, he was demoted to a guard at Mount Sword.
His only job was to clean the swords stored on the mountain.
[You have cleaned the broken sword, Fire Stream. You have been rewarded with 50% proficiency of the Heaven Fire Sword Will.]
[You have cleaned the heavy sword, Dragon Elephant. You have been rewarded with the inner energy of the Dragon and Elephant Divine Art.]
[You have cleaned the demon sword, Dark Wind. You have been rewarded with the Grade 9 method, Phantom Step.]
[You have cleaned the spirit sword, Heaven’s Chance. You have been rewarded with the Eyes that Peek into Heaven.]
“Isn’t this way better than working as the empress’s guard?” Lin Ran quickly decided to remain on the mountain until he had become invincible.
He spent the next 100 years without leaving Mount Sword until the day the barbaric knights from the north invaded the central plains and started to mercilessly slaughter citizens, hoping to break the peace that was obtained through a lot of sacrifices over 100 years ago.
Lin Ran had no choice but to descend from the mountain.

Signing In At Mount Sword For 100 Years To Become Invincible

Although he knew that the voice was an illusion, Lin Ran still tugged at the rope at his waist out of caution. "Deputy Commander Shen? Are you still there?"

"We're tied together now. Where else can I go?"

Shen Rulin's voice came from behind him. Lin Ran heaved a sigh of relief, but he felt a little strange.

At this moment, the distance between the two of them was only about 20 feet. Logically speaking, they could see each other, but when Lin Ran looked behind him, there was only a blurry black fog.

Recalling what he had just experienced, Lin Ran looked in the direction of the voice on the right. There was indeed a blurry white figure slowly moving.

The Yin-Yang Sword slashed out a cold light. The sword energy stirred the black fog and split the white figure into two. Almost at the same time, Lin Ran saw Shen Rulin appear from the corner of his eye.

As if hearing Lin Ran draw his sword, Shen Rulin asked softly, "What happened?"

The Wounded Teammate