"That's natural!"
There was a little more sparkle in Yuan Zhengyang's eyes, and he said to Yourong, "My junior brother is the strongest swordsman!"
"You think."
"Can anyone be the leader of a sword? How is it possible? In this world, only my junior brother can be worthy of being the leader of a sword!"
His face glowed red.
Sweep away the previous despondency!
"Yes Yes Yes!" ??
All the sword cultivators were so convinced that they wished they could lie on the ground and be convinced!
"I haven't asked yet."
Gu Han spoke calmly, then suddenly took a step forward and looked at the remaining Sword Town monks.
"This question of swordsmanship."
"just started."
Turning his eyes to look at the 100,000 Broken Swords hovering in mid-air, he whispered, "Their hatred has not gone away!"
boom!
The voice fell.
One hundred thousand broken swords went berserk again, and the Milky Way and the stars came rushing towards each other again. The force of the swords was so heavy that it almost crushed everything!
Puff puff!
There was a loud explosion, and another rain of blood poured down!
Two harvests.
The number of Sword-Suppressing City monks in the field was reduced by less than half!
now.
The seven heavenly generals finally reacted, their hearts filled with anger and a trace of fear!
This sword repair.
What the hell is going on!
"kill him!"
"As long as you kill him, the rest of the slaves will have nothing to fear!"
It is impossible to retreat.
The seven people looked at each other, and there was an instant calculation in their hearts. The power of the domain on their bodies continued to rise, and they were faintly intertwined, turning into a larger domain, and falling towards Gu Han!
boom!
boom!
The Qi machine continued to explode, Gu Han's black hair was flying, and the bright light was shining brightly on the silver armor, and he did not retreat even half a step!
"Master!"
Lao Sun was shocked. He could clearly see that although Gu Han's cultivation was beyond his understanding, facing seven people joining forces at this moment, the pressure was also quite high!
His face became solemn.
He wanted to come over and help.
"No need!"
Gu Han said calmly, "Look at Senior Brother Yuan and the others, so that these people don't take advantage of them."
"yes!"
Lao Sun quickly agreed, hesitated for a moment, and asked again, "Sir, do we really have no trump card?"
"Old Sun."
Gu Han smiled and said, "Without a trump card, your blood will run cold?"
Old Sun was startled and ashamed.
yes!
Where is my old blood!
Try to be more angry. Without the young master in charge, you won't be able to get excited?
Useless stuff!
"Sir, I understand."
"As long as you know."
Gu Han turned his gaze and looked at the seven people approaching, his eyes narrowed, "Kill and that's it."
"well!"
On top of the city.
The old swordsman suddenly sighed and laughed at himself, "I followed Gu Jianshou, not to watch the fun, nor to be a burden. If we say it is a fight to the death, then it is... a fight to the death!"
boom!
Talking room.
He straightened up, holding the broken sword in his hand, and flew towards the remaining monks of Sword-Suppressing City.
"Indeed."
The middle-aged swordsman nodded, looked at his empty right hand, and said regretfully, "It would be great if my sword was still there at this time!"
boom!
Just smoke.
He followed the old sword cultivator closely!
"You are all heroes!"
Lu Linyuan glanced at the saplings on his shoulders and said softly, "We can't let these seniors be the most beautiful!"
boom!
As soon as his voice fell, his figure also rose into the sky!
For a while.
Among the three thousand sword cultivators, no one is afraid and no one is timid to fight. Regardless of whether there is a sword in their hands or not, they all attack the sky!
"Swords are cultivated in culture, and swordsmanship governs Sword City!"
"He Binglin is a swordsman, and he is a swordsman in Sword City!"
"Sword cultivator Cui Wenlong, ask the sword to suppress Sword City!"
"..."
Heroic and open-minded voices kept ringing out one after another, making Yuan Zhengyang laugh, but felt extremely disappointed.
After the previous battle.
He was already dead, and his life was barely saved by Gu Han. However, his cultivation was almost completely ruined, and he was no longer able to lift the sword.
"I'm... really old..."
A sigh full of regret came to mind,
I heard Lao Sun sigh in his heart.
"Fellow."
He comforted him by saying, "If you are alive, there is hope of recovery..."
"senior……"
"Don't dare!"
To be continued...