Han Wang has a nickname in Yunjian Mountain, called Han Yijian.

Because he tossed and turned, he practiced the sword move.

The reason why Han Wang only practiced this sword was not because he had some profound ideas and unique thinking.

But his understanding is too poor. Others can learn a slightly more complicated sword technique in one hour, but he often can't learn it in a day. In his head, there is a string missing.

Only this sword is the simplest, and Han Wang can learn it once.

Since then, Han Wang has given up other fancy sword techniques and specializes in this basic and basic sword. It is the first sword that a person must learn when practicing swordsmanship.

At first, everyone laughed at him, treating him as a living fool, and no one wants to be friends with him.

But when Han Wang waved his sword ten thousand times, 100 thousand times, and a million times, and really used this sword to make his peers almost invincible, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

Han Yijian's name changed from a derogatory term to a later complimentary term, and Han Wang became an example used by Yun Jianshan to teach those talented disciples.

But Han Wang is not satisfied with the title of Han Yijian, and a person cannot just know one sword.

Han Wang made great efforts and took six years to become the current Han Sanjian.

He created this three moves of the stacked swords by himself. Unless he is not given a chance, he will suffer a loss even if Douzi faces it head-on.

At the same time, three swords were slashed out in a row, requiring great arm strength, extremely strong muscles, elasticity, and countless hard tempering.

Ordinary people can't do it at all. Not to mention anything else, the boring and boring way of swinging thousands of swords is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Han Wang succeeded and became Han Sanjian. Those who originally mocked him now admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

Han Wang proved one thing: a genius like Douzi can succeed, and Han Wang can step into the swordsmanship like a fool who can only learn one swordsmanship.

In Yunjian Mountain, Han Sanjian is a legend. When it comes to mention it, everyone has to give a thumbs up.

At this time, Han Wang used the three moves of the stacked sword, which was considered an admission by the other party, and admitted that Fang Dang was qualified to die under his three moves of the stacked sword!

The three moves of this stack of swords were used, and everyone in Yun Jianshan showed a faint smile on their faces.

The overall situation has been settled, and only then will the destruction die!

Only the Sword of the Mountain was a little regretful, but when he thought of Fang Dang's arrogance, this regret also turned into dust, was blown away by the breeze, and disappeared.

Princess Jing couldn't help but scream.

Zheng Shou and others were even more ashamed. The triad of tremolo sounds were like hitting their hearts. They were in a severe pain, and they even felt that they had seen Fang Dang being split in half.

Eunuch Zhang's eyes were solemn, but instead of looking at Fang Dang again, he turned his head and looked in the direction behind him. If Fang Dang was dead, he would make another plan to spend it with Yun Jianshan. At this time, the five hundred black armored sword halberd soldiers should have arrived, why is there no trace yet?

Looking at the only eight Yunjian Mountain disciples who came, a hint of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

Three sounds of sound were folded into a long tremolo. However, Fang Dang's Qianye Blind Grass Sword in his hand did not fall down and cut Fang Dang's hand as everyone imagined, and even cut Fang Dang's arm in half like chopping firewood.

Fang Dang held the sword and raised it high above his head at first, but now, Fang Dang's hand holding the sword sinks to a position under his shoulders.

The clothes on Fang Dang's shoulder suddenly burst open, and blood spurted out from his shoulders.

It can be seen that Fang Dang's shoulder was split into a deep hole in the collarbone by Han Wang.

However, no one cared about the injuries on Fang Dang's shoulder. Everyone stared at Fang Dang's hand holding the sword, and a voice sounded in his mind, "How is this possible?"

Fang Dang's hands and swords were like welded together. Without the sword's body falling, it did not cut Fang Dang's palm.

Of course, it is not obvious from their perspective that Fang Dang's palms were indeed growing together with the Qianye Blind Grass Sword, and their bloodlines were connected.

At this time, the Qianye Blind Grass Sword was not an extremely sharp sword in Fang Dang's palm, but a part of Fang Dang's own flesh and blood. No matter how the body of the Qianye Blind Grass Sword was smashed, it was absolutely impossible to cut Fang Dang's hand. Both of them grew firmly together.

Han Wang's eyes widened, and then his heart suddenly became cold, as if falling to the bottom of the sea.

The three moves of folding swords were his most powerful sword moves. Once this sword was released, no one could compete with him except Douzi.

But this sword is too demanding, and it takes an instant to maximize his muscle strength, completely exceeding the limit of physical load. If Han Wang reaches the state of strong tendons, this load is not a problem for him. He can even turn into Han Liujian and Han Qijian, but now he is only in the blood-tempering realm. After using the three moves of stacking swords, his arms are sore and weak. In a short period of time, he cannot swing the sword again.

At this time, Fang Dang was like an evil ghost emerging from hell, and he was also an evil ghost with clear eyes. There was only coldness in his eyes, and the wild beasts looked at the coldness of their prey.

"I know your sword! Try it with you!" Fang Dang rushed up and let out a low roar. The Qianye Blind Grass Sword in his hand buzzed and slashed at Han Wang.

This sword was Han Wang's best-known, and he waved it million times and tens of millions of times.

The most difficult sword in the world is the kind of sword that is straightforward, powerful, amazing speed, and has to go without going back. It would rather die than retreat.

This is Han Wang's understanding of his sword, and it is the conclusion drawn by Han Wang in countless actual combat.

At this time, the opponent in front of him would completely expose the essence of the sword. Although the sword moves are still a bit immature, the sword intent has arrived, which means that this guy named Good Luck has learned 60% of his Han Wang's sword.

Han Wang never thought that he would die under his best skills and the only one who could do it.

He had never thought about it before, and now he didn't think he would die under this sword.

Han Wang screamed ah ah, lifting his sword desperately, and there was a loud dinging sound. This time, Han Wang was chopped out by Fang Dang and flew backwards for more than ten meters. His feet had just touched the ground, and Fang Dang's next sword had reached Han Wang's head again.

Han Wang's pupils contracted to the extreme, his wrists were numb and his muscles were painful, but Han Wang bit his teeth and fought again with his sword.

With a loud ding, Han Wang was slashed and flew backwards this time. Han Wang grabbed the ground with his hands as before. The bones of Han Wang's hand that was grabbing the sword had burst, and others could not hear it. Han Wang himself heard the screams from his wrists and wrists.

Fang Dang rushed up again like a ghost that was still alive, and the sword in his hand made a sharp roaring sound, cutting it down violently.

A trace of fierceness flashed through Han Wang's eyes. His hand bones had cracked. One hand could not withstand this sword, so Han Wang had to hold the sword with both hands as he had before.

Fang Dang can do it, he will definitely do it. This is what Han Wang thinks.

Dingding and stacking swords three moves, only two sounds.

Han Wang laughed, "Do you think you can learn my three moves of stacking swords by cramming the Buddha's feet for the moment? Arrogant...uh?"

Han Wang lowered his head and stared at Fang Dang's Qianye Blind Grass Sword, because the sword appeared on his cross-legged feet at this time, and the sword body was still immersed in his belly.

Han Wang's breathing suddenly became rapid and he slowly raised his head. His sword, his 1.5-meter-long sword that ordinary people dare not use and cannot play with, at this time, a small crack appeared in the middle of the sword body. A ray of sunlight sprinkled down the crack, and a vertical 1-long appeared on Han Wang's nose.

A trace of despair flashed through Han Wang's eyes, and he looked at Fang Dang, whose eyes were still so clear, and he could see it at first sight.

Han Wang wanted to scream that I was unwilling to give up. I didn't believe it. How could he believe that he would die under the three tricks of stacking swords that he had worked hard to sharpen?

Even a genius like Douzi said that Han Wang would never learn the three moves of Han Wang's sword folding.

His sword skills were not learned by genius, but were learned by hard practice and sharpening them by thousands of times of swinging the sword.

Why do some people learn the sword technique that he has spent more than ten years to practice at once?

He killed Fang Dang with three swords and three moves of stacking swords, but Fang Dang killed him with only two swords and three moves of stacking swords. Why is this world unfair!

He wanted to use these three moves of stacking swords to achieve the immortal path, and he planned to condense the golden elixir based on this. How could this end?

In the unwilling roar in his heart, a blood line began to crack in the middle of the word sunlight imprinted on the tip of his nose. This blood line became longer and longer, like a cracked earth, making a terrifying sound. With a loud sound, Han Wang's fat body was split in half.

Those days that are ridiculed, those days that work hard to sharpen a sword, those days that are stunned and sincerely admired, those days that are full of dreams and never stop, are all destined to be frozen in this moment.

Everything will go far away.

Han Wang reached out and grabbed it, but he didn't catch anything. His halves fell to both sides, and blood was spewed out at this time, like a gorgeous flower blooming in his life.

Han Wang's eyes did not close until his death.

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