It was almost packed with monks from Jianjian City.
Everyone looked at the city, staring at this group of ragged and unkempt sword cultivators, with disdain, contempt, and anger... flashing through their eyes one by one.
And far away.
There are still a steady stream of monks from Sword City coming!
"Three thousand people."
The middle-aged swordsman sighed, "Yes...how many of them are there?"
He was too lazy to count.
There are simply countless.
"Killing one is enough, killing two is enough to make money!"
The old swordsman sneered, "Kill ten or a hundred... That's a good business with huge profits!"
"Don't panic, gentlemen."
Lao Sun stroked his beard and said calmly, "Everything is going to be done, Young Master is here."
Gu Han glanced at him with a puzzled look on his face.
Lao Sun acted even calmer than him!
"Son."
Sensing Gu Han's gaze, Old Sun smiled lightly and said, "From what I see, Old Sun, you can now show your trump card."
"What trump card?"
Gu Han was a little confused.
"What?"
Lao Sun was also confused, "Sir...don't you have one?"
"Should I have?"
Lao Sun "..."
Brush it!
Sweat broke out on his forehead.
He admitted.
He has an element of gambling.
Since entering Sword City, all his confidence, arrogance, and plans... all came from his imaginary Gu Han's trump card!
But now...
He suddenly realized that he had lost the bet.
moment.
The newly established structure is on the verge of collapse.
"Just now, who said you wanted to ask about the sword?"
Also at this time.
Among the seven generals, one suddenly spoke and said coldly, "Which one is Yuan Zhengyang?"
"I am."
Yuan Zhengyang spoke calmly, holding the Tibetan Feng. Although his aura was no longer strong, his waist was still straight!
"Despicable thing!"
A Sword Town monk cursed, "Come down from the inner city, even you are qualified to set foot..."
brush!
The words are not finished yet.
A ray of light flashed away and disappeared into the center of his eyebrows!
boom!
The corpse fell heavily!
What?!
All the monks in Sword City were dumbfounded and had no idea how this man died!
Swish, brush, brush!
The eyes of the seven heavenly generals instantly fell on Gu Han!
That sword light was so fast.
It even surprised them!
"Who are you!"
When Jiang was staring at Gu Han that day, his intuition told him that the sword cultivator in front of him seemed different from those he had encountered before.
"Sword cultivator, Gu Han."
"Gu Han?"
That day General took one look at Gu Han's attire and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are not from my Sword City, who brought you in!"
"Matthew."
Gu Han smiled lightly and said, "He is a subordinate of General Du Xuan."
"This Du Xuan!"
That day Jiang's expression turned cold and he yelled, "This idiot deserves to die!"
"really."
Gu Han was convinced, "So, I killed him."
What!
Several generals were startled.
"Where's Du Qiong!"
"Both brothers are useless!"
Another heavenly general glanced at the remaining guards in the distance with a stern look, and cursed, "A sword slave actually broke in here. What does he, the commander of the inner city, do for a living!"
"Keep the change, please."
Yuan Zhengyang said calmly, "He is also dead. I killed him."
Du Xuan, Du Qiong.
A pair of brothers.
Chapter completed!