Leng Wushuang's eyebrows were about to stand up. Although he knew that he was not Jian Yi's opponent, being so humiliated was simply worse than death for him.

Is it unbearable? Is it unbearable? Is it unbearable for my uncle to bear it, so there is no need to endure it anymore!

"Will you know immediately if I use a knife?" Leng Wushuang was furious and had a strong murderous intent all over her body. The blood-red blade of the first cold-blooded sword emitted a blood-red light at this time, as if she had experienced the owner's interest.

Leng Wushuang suddenly waved the knife, and a very fast knife. The blood-red sword light was like a trainee who instantly cut through the sky and slashed towards Jian Yi!

"Flaming but not solid." Jian Yixi's words were as gold as gold. Facing Leng Wushuang's attack, he seemed extremely unremitting. He slowly raised his hand and held the sword around his waist, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes.

Zheng~!

The sound of the sword being unsheathed rang out. Then a cold light appeared.

The sword light is not dazzling. It seems that any person who uses a sword can release such a sword light. Even people who are not using a sword can release it as long as they have a certain level of cultivation.

However, not anyone can cast the powerful sword intent contained in the sword light. At least, the rogue thought he could not release it.

The cold light flashed and disappeared. At the same time, the blood-red sword light released by Leng Wushuang also disappeared at any time.

A cold light came out and easily dispelled Leng Wushuang's attack. However, this was not beyond everyone's expectations. After all, Jian Yi's strength was there. If even Leng Wushuang's attack could not be resolved, Jian Yi would not be Jian Yi.

However, what everyone did not expect was that Leng Wushuang, who had lived a good life before, disappeared with the cold light, was split into two!

How is this possible?!

Everyone, including Fu Bo and Song Tianque, looked incredible.

This is too awesome, right? Leng Wushuang is a powerful man at the level of the Saint Lord, and he is also an extremely powerful existence among the Saint Lords, far from being able to compare with Feng Feiyu.

Moreover, Feng Feiyu was killed before, it can be said that he was careless for a moment, or that Jian Yi's attack was unexpected.

But Leng Wushuang was different. When he attacked the sword, he was already full of energy.

Even so, was it still killed by the sword in one second?

What's even more terrifying is that no one discovered that Jian Yi had drawn the sword. The sword was unsheathed and then inserted into the sheath. If it weren't for the sound, everyone wouldn't even know that Jian Yi had moved the sword.

Terrible, it's really scary!

This thought came to everyone's mind involuntarily.

The powerful sword, the perverted sword demon!

Cultivate one sword in your life, kill gods and demons with one sword. This is the word "六" on Jian Yi, which is really suitable.

It is so powerful that it really has a shocking power!

"Master is mighty, Master is awesome, Master is invincible, Master... Master, you are my eternal idol! Master, if I am a woman, I will marry you if I pray to God and Buddha!" ​​The young man in ragged clothes followed Jian Yi and flattered Jian Yi. My face was not red and my heart was not beaten, and I was completely embarrassed. I was so thick-skinned that I was chasing a big hooligan.

Jian Yi ignored his apprentice, turned his head and looked at the shadowless hand Song Tianque.

When the sword looked at it, Song Tianque felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.

It was thumping, and the heart seemed to jump out of the throat!
Chapter completed!