Of course, Li Chunjun could beat these four female monks, but the waterfall was very close to the Huaxian Sect. He was worried that injuring these female monks would stir up a hornet's nest and cause unnecessary trouble, so he did not draw his sword.

However, the four female monks, who looked all over the place, staggered here and there, were evil in all directions, and unable to achieve anything, insisted on causing unreasonable trouble.

They kept chasing Li Chunjun and kept saying that Li Chunjun looked at them and ruined their innocence.

Faced with such unreasonable and ugly people making trouble, Li Chunjun stepped on the sword energy and ran away.

He originally thought he could get rid of the four female monks who were as beautiful as piranha flowers, but Li Chunjun was blocked in a mountain range by the monks from the Huaxian Sect who had already heard about it.

Faced with the siege of many enemies, the young Li Chunjun felt that being young was good, so he fell asleep.

"I have a sword, but I can kill people in my dreams!"

He fell into a deep sleep. Before the many enemies who besieged him could recover, they felt that the world in all directions was enveloped by sword energy. They felt as if they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move at all.

The next moment, the vast sword energy filled the sky and fell on their shoulders. It was an unbearable weight for them.

Li Chunjun, handed out a sword in his dream.

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A sword penetrated the deep valley.

This is an unbearable weight for them.

Zhao Wujiang groaned as he listened and continued to absorb Yuan Yin to fill up the demonic energy.

Four girls who live in the same house.

Chun Hua was found by Zhao Wujiang and found the heart of the flower.

The cicadas hum incessantly like summer cicadas.

Qiuyue deeply understands what it means to be bright with the sun and the moon, to plow deeply with the sun, and to sing with the moon.

When the winter snow meets the spring breeze, it becomes scorching hot. The snow melts, and the water flowing down the mountain is like spring. The winter snow also blows the young master upright and walks through dangerous gaps, with his sword in the deep mountains.

Zhao Wujiang's main character is a person who is soaked in rain and dew, swinging the sword a hundred and eight thousand times, each person picks nine shallow stabs and one deep, the rhythm is perfect, Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, there are exactly five people, there are five tones, spring, summer, autumn and winter Zhao, panting and humming

Howling.

The conversation was divided into two parts. Li Chunjun was in a terrible situation.

In Huayun Continent, in the mountains five miles away from the Huaxian Sect, a spring rain fell. The rain was misty and the sky was filled with blood.

Li Chunjun woke up from his dream, his clothes were stained with blood, and his cheeks were wet with blood mist.

He killed someone in his dream, but now he has no living enemies.

He stepped on the sword energy and continued to walk south, entering the next continent he would visit, Nanhe Continent.

Behind him were the Huaxian Sect's pursuers, but he did not look back.

If the Venerable doesn't come out, who can reach the state of transformation into gods?

He is a prodigy in the art of swordsmanship, and he can handle everything in this world with just one sword.

His eyes were lowered, a little unhappy.

It wasn't that killing so many people made his conscience uneasy, but that he thought of another old friend from the same world as him.

That man is also a swordsman prodigy. To be precise, he is not only a swordsman, but also has medical skills, literary talent, and strategy. He is a first-class person in the world.

It's a pity that he is dead and it will be difficult to see him again.

Li Chunjun took a deep breath. The pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer. He was ready to draw his sword again and kill Lang Lang Tianqing.

Pay homage to those who have died due to injustice.

When he and Zhao Wujiang faced the unfair fate and the strife of Yue Bufan and others, they were unable to prevent the collapse of the world, save those innocent people, or even save themselves.

Now, with the help of Zhao Wujiang's remaining shadow, he came to this world alive and lived out his second life.

He wanted to step on the Venerable step by step, and then cut off Yue Bufan's body and soul with one sword after another.

No one who was responsible for the destruction of the world could escape.

If Zhao Wujiang was still here, he would definitely have the same idea as me... Li Chunjun took out the three-foot green blade from his waist and turned around calmly.

Only this time, he didn't have an angry brow or a frosty sword aura, but just a gentle smile, just like Zhao Wujiang back then.

The Huaxian Sect was pursuing hundreds of soldiers, and he raised his sword and faced them.

Although there are thousands of people, I will go!

Although you are not here, I look a little like you now.

As long as I am still alive, as long as I still remember you, you are not dead.

This sword, I, Li Chunjun, do it for you!
Chapter completed!