After about a dozen breaths, Li Ziye raised his head, said, remembering.

So fast.

Zhang Yan was surprised that such a short time was enough to watch it again.

Good memory, natural.

Li Ziye grinned, showing eight white teeth.

Oh, there are still some advantages.

Zhang Yan smiled lightly.

Look carefully.

On the side, Qin Xuna saw this, and said calmly, stepped forward, walked by Li Ziye.

No response, I do n’t know when, the Qingshuang sword in Li Ziye's hands is gone.

Qin Xuna took back her sword and walked forward.

The next moment, the backyard of Li Fu, a fairy dance sword, full of flowers in the garden, a blue frost, cold light covering the eyes, the sword gas is three hundred feet.

By the lake, Li Ziye saw this scene and looked shocking.

Three thousand customers are full of flowers,

One sword frost cold 14 states.

Is this a sword, is this sword fairy?

Haha, little son, seriously optimistic!

On the side, Zhang Yan laughed, waved his sword, started with three feet Qingfeng, and strode like a meteor, a pot of wine, a sword, a pride, sword qi rushing.

The scene that cannot be described in words has become the most unforgettable memory of Li Ziye's life. Two sword fairy, two swords, are like wind and thunder, swords like star fighting, reproducing the peerless style of the thousand -year sword god.

After half a minute, the wind stopped, the leaves fell, the sword light dissipated, everything was calm.

Qin Xuna left, Zhang Yan returned to the lake and continued to drink. No one disturbed Li Ziye, who was deeply trapped in the shock.

I don't know how long, Li Ziye returned to God difficultly, his eyes looked at Zhang Hao, a hoarse channel, and old Zhang, how long does it take to practice your realm?

Thirty years.

Zhang Yan took a sip of wine and calmly.

What about the first sword god?

Li Ziye asked again.

Three hundred years.
Chapter completed!