Boom!
Boom boom boom!
The giant sword of Zhengyang rushed down, seeming to carry the unwilling thoughts of a hundred thousand people. The weight of the sword made countless people dumbfounded!
Especially those three thousand sword cultivators!
They suddenly remembered what Lao Sun said before!
One hundred thousand broken swords and one hundred thousand soldiers.
That's how powerful it is.
If all the trillions of creatures in the vast world were reduced to this sword... what kind of power would it be?
“No regrets!”
The old swordsman smiled in relief, "To see such a sword, this life will be worthwhile!"
"I don't even think I'm worthy of sword practice anymore."
"Who wouldn't be? With the sword head in front of him, even if you and I try our best to practice the sword, we might not be able to see his back."
"..."
Everyone spoke one after another.
While admiring me, I also felt more lonely in my heart.
no doubt.
For them, witnessing such a shocking sword had a greater impact on their sword hearts than anything else!
"That's wrong!"
Just when the faces of all the sword cultivators showed signs of dejection, Lao Sun's words came from afar.
"Young Master is the bright moon."
"We are fireflies."
"Although the light of fireflies cannot compete with the brightness of the bright moon, if there was only a bright moon in the world, wouldn't it be a bit deserted and lonely?"
"The light of the bright moon can illuminate the world."
"The brightness of fireflies can also move people's hearts!"
"Everyone!"
He smiled and said, "Don't underestimate yourself!"
A few words.
It instantly woke everyone up.
"Hahaha……"
The old swordsman suddenly laughed and charged out again with his sword.
"Brother is right."
"Red flowers and green leaves match, and the bright moon and fireflies coexist. Only in this way can we live up to the grand scene of this world!"
The sound of sword clanging continued.
In a matter of moments, more than ten monks from Sword City were killed by his sword!
behind.
Thousands of sword cultivators were also fighting constantly, risking their lives. Although they were far from Gu Han's killing power and results, they were still magnificent and passionate in a different way!
"The words of our predecessors are inspiring and thought-provoking."
Lu Linyuan walked over from the side and said solemnly, "Senior, you are a great talent! Dare you ask me your name?"
"My surname is Sun
.”
"Sun what?"
"..."
Lao Sun suddenly stopped answering.
"actually."
He changed the topic and suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Those words are not meant for them, but for myself."
"this……"
"You do not understand."
Lao Sun glanced at him and said quietly, "Following the young master is very stressful."
Lu Linyuan "..."
The words fell.
Lao Sun jumped up and rushed into the battlefield instantly, silently assuming the responsibility of guarding the sword cultivators.
"ah!!"
Suddenly!
Two unwilling screams sounded out, but under the crushing force of the Zhengyang giant sword, two more heavenly generals could not hold on and died directly!
The remaining three people.
It is also struggling to hold on, and there are already signs of failure!
Above the broken road abyss.
The cracks on the bridge were spreading faster and faster, and more and more blood was flowing from the corner of Gu Han's mouth.
He has his way.
It's just not perfect yet.
Correspondingly, this bridge naturally cannot fully carry his strength at this time.
But he didn't want to retreat.
If you retreat, how can you be called Wenjian?
boom!
Boom boom boom!
The power of law spread in his body again, and in a flash, he landed on the giant sword. He glanced indifferently at the three people and the remaining monks of Sword Suppression City.
"Can you all read?"
The voice is soft.
But it vaguely resonated with the power of law in his body, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
Subconsciously.
Everyone's eyes fell on the body of the giant sword, and they also saw the two large seal characters with a radius of several feet.
Zhengyang!
"They all seem to be able to read."
Gu Han said expressionlessly, "Remember, my senior brother's name is Yuan Zhengyang!"
The voice fell.
The giant sword suddenly roared, and the sword spirits of the hundred thousand broken swords were unwilling, angry, and resentful... to righteousness
Yang Jian is the medium, and it comes out completely!
One hundred thousand broken swords are also one hundred thousand fireflies.
It cannot light up the whole world, but it can light up Sword City!
Boom!
To be continued...