"That's natural!"

Yuan Zhengyang had a little more spirit in his eyes, and he said with honor: "My junior brother is the strongest sword cultivator!"

"You think."

"Can anyone be the head of a sword? How is that possible? In this world, only my junior brother can afford the word "head of a sword!"

His face was flushed.

Sweep away the previous decay and decay!

“Yes, yes!”

The sword cultivators were convinced and wanted to lie on the ground to accept it!

“Not asked yet.”

Gu Han spoke lightly, suddenly took a step forward, looking at the remaining monks in the Sword City.

"This sword question."

"Just just started."

His eyes turned and he looked at the hundred thousand broken swords hovering in the air. He whispered: "Their hatred has not faded!"

boom!

The words fell.

The hundred thousand broken swords ran away again, and the sky and the starry sky came again. The sword force was so powerful that it almost crushed everything!

Puff puff puff!

The sound of sound came, and another blood rain poured down!

Two harvests.

There were only a small fewer monks in Zhenjian City in the field!

now.

The seven great generals finally reacted, and their hearts were filled with anger and a hint of fear!

This sword cultivator.

Where is it coming from?

"Kill him!"

"As long as you kill him, the rest of the sluts will not be afraid!"

It is impossible to retreat.

The seven people looked at each other and thought about it in their hearts. The power of the domain continued to rise and faintly intertwined, turning into a larger area, falling towards Gu Han!

Bang!

Bang!

The energy kept exploding, Gu Han's black hair was flying, and the bright light was made on the silver armor, and he never retreated without a single step!

"Young Master!"

Old Sun was shocked. He could see clearly that although Gu Han's cultivation level exceeded his understanding, the pressure was quite high when facing the joint efforts of the seven people!

His face turned solemn.

He then came to help.

“No need!”

Gu Han said lightly: "Look at Senior Brother Yuan and the others, so as not to be taken advantage of by these people."

"yes!"

Old Sun quickly responded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked again: "Young Master, do we really have no trump card?"

"Old Sun."

Gu Han smiled, "If there is no trump card, your blood will be cold?"

Lao Sun was stunned and ashamed.

yes!

Where is my old blood!

Be more enthusiastic. Without the young master, you won’t be able to get excited?

Useless stuff!

"Young Master, I understand."

"Just understand."

Gu Han's eyes turned and looked at the seven people who were approaching, narrowing his eyes, "Kill, it's all."

"well!"

On the top of the city.

The old sword cultivator suddenly sighed and laughed at himself, "We are here with Gu Jianshou, not watching the fun or being a burden. It is said that it is a death fight, that is... a death fight!"

boom!

While talking.

He stretched out his body, holding a broken sword in his hand, and flew towards the other monks in the sword-storing city.

“It’s true.”

The middle-aged sword cultivator nodded, looked at his right hand that was empty and regretfully said, "How great would it be if my sword was still there at this time!"

boom!

Smoke.

He followed the old sword cultivator!

"Everyone is a hero!"

Lu Linyuan glanced at the saplings on his shoulder and whispered: "We should not let these seniors beauties before!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure also rose into the air!

For a moment.

Three thousand sword cultivators, no one is afraid, no one is afraid of fighting, no one is afraid of the sword in his hand, they all kill towards the sky!

"Sword cultivation is about culture, ask about swords to settle the sword city!"

"Sword Cultivator He Binglin, ask Sword Town Sword City!"

"Sword Cultivator Cui Wenlong, ask about the sword to settle the sword city!"

“…”

A series of heroic and open-minded voices kept ringing, and Yuan Zhengyang laughed, but was extremely disappointed.

After a previous battle.

He was already in the air and his lamp was dry. His life was barely rescued by Gu Han, but his cultivation was almost completely useless and he was unable to lift his sword again

"I...really old..."

A sigh full of regret reminded me of Lao Sun, which made him sigh in his heart.

"Fellow Taoist."

He comforted: "If you live, you will have hope of recovery..."

"senior……"

"Don't dare!"

Lao Sun was startled by Yuan Zhengyang's name and hurriedly said, "You are the senior brother of the young master, how can I regard myself as a predecessor?"

You are so old!

More white hair than me!

In the bottom of my heart.

He secretly complained.

"Call me Lao Sun, Lao Sun is kind!"

"Sun...brother."

Yuan Zhengyang is a little old-fashioned and chose a compromise title.

"They were seriously injured."
To be continued...