Heir To All

Shao Han is a strong young man who came out of the ancient Wu lineage.

Young and promising, with extraordinary handsomeness, this time he led the strong family to make his debut and learned that Dulong had descended on the Kunlun Mountains and was active nearby. He threatened to make the Shao family famous and kill Dulong.

At this time, he was practicing his sword, and he tore it open. The bamboo forest in front of him turned into dust and was razed to the ground.

"Young Master's swordsmanship has reached its peak. Few people in the world can catch this sword.

Among the ancient martial arts, the young generation is enough to rank in the top ten. "

An old man admired that he has a long breath, and although his strength is not as good as Zhou Yubo, he is also a real extraordinary powerhouse. In the ancient Wu family, extraordinary is not uncommon.

And that young strong man named Shao Han.

With sharp eyesight, although he has just been promoted to extraordinary, he has the attitude of looking over the world. He said: "There is still a gap between Dacheng, but I am confident that within two years, I will practice swordsmanship to Dacheng.

Even when I met Myron at that time, I was confident that I could compete with him. "

"If you defeat Melon, among the ancient martial arts, the young master will be the first person."

The old man sighed.

"Who?"

Shao Han was surprised.

A strange boy walked out of the shredded bamboo forest.

"The sword you just used was very good, but I don't know if it can block my sword."

Said the boy.

He is not someone else but Chu Linguang.

Only at this time, Chu Linguang changed his face and became very delicate, thin, like a jade-faced scholar.

Chu Linguang was worried that Dulong knew his reputation, with his back to the north, and Zhou Yubo and others were following him, they would abandon him and kill him, self-defeatingly, and let Dulong hide deeper.

"My sword, as long as it is out of its sheath, there is no turning back, are you sure?"

Shao Han rubbed the gleaming blade of his sword, as if he didn't pay attention to Chu Linguang at all.

"Look at the sword!"

Chu Linguang didn't talk nonsense.

The long sword was unsheathed and cut out with one sword.

Far away in the bamboo and wood debris on the floor, his light flashed, and a sword enveloped Shao Han.

This is Xiaoqian's sword technique, the speed of light is a sword, and it is almost reaching the extreme.

"this……"

Shao Han's complexion changed drastically, holding his sword to resist, and his swordsmanship broke out in an instant.

"when!"

But the long sword fell to the ground instantly.

Jianfeng walked over his wrist, blood shot, and the next moment, Chu Linguang's figure appeared behind him.

"Master!"

The old man was stunned.

It was found that Shao Han's arms were hanging down, his wrists were blood flowing, and the sword fell to the ground, making him completely stupid.

"you are too slow."

Chu Linguang strode away. The speed of light only swung away Shao Han's long sword and made a cut in his wrist, without hurting Shao Han at all.

But with that sword just now.

If Chu Linguang was intentional, he could kill Shao Han.

It's just that he didn't do this. After all, the two had no grievances and no grudges. Chu Linguang just wanted to use him to become famous and attract Dulong.

"Who are you, why have you never seen you in the line of Gu Wu?"

Shao Han asked incredulously.

"Long days!"

Chu Linguang left such a sentence, and then disappeared.

"boom!"

In a waterfall, a shirtless young man brandished an iron gun and slammed it down, causing the waterfall to stop flowing and the gun light went straight into the sky.

In laughter, he threatened: "I, Wang Yigang, finally cultivated the thirteen iron gun to the highest level. I don't know if Shao Han, your long sword, can block my shot."

"The marksmanship is good, take my sword!"

On a rock not far from the waterfall, stood a young man holding a long sword. When the young man lowered his eyebrows, he was full of smiles when he looked at Wang Yigang.

"I'm afraid that one shot will kill you."

Wang Yi was taken aback for a moment when someone dared to challenge him.

"Look at the sword!"

The young man was Chu Linguang. He attacked with a long sword, and his body was teleporting. He came to Wang Yigang. Under the pressure of gravity, Wang Yigang felt the unprecedented pressure and hurriedly raised his gun to block.

However, the young man's seemingly ordinary sword, pressed down at will, turned out to be as heavy as a mountain. The hands that made him raise the spear to block him shivered, and his feet couldn't bear it. With a bang, he knelt on the ground. , The boulder cracked, his face flushed, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Your strength is too weak, it's boring."

Chu Linguang shook his head, retracted the long sword, and took a leap away from Wang Yigang.

Wang Yi just wiped the sweat from his face, stood up, ignored the pain in his knees, and shouted at Chu Linguang: "There is a way to save my life. I will practice marksmanship to the extreme in the future, and I will definitely be ashamed."

"Long days."

Chu Linguang's voice faded quickly.

"Long days."

Wang Yi just held the spear and gritted his teeth.

On a cliff.

The monk from Goryeo, Ye Yucheng, was using double knives to write on the cliff that Li Bai's will enter the wine.

The two swords are pens, and the blades are swiftly walking the dragons and snakes. Each knife is like a faintly carrier's knife intent. The moment a song is finished, there seem to be thousands of swords torn out on the cliff, making cheeks hurt. The jungle all around was howling ghosts and wolves.

The eagles that were nesting on the cliffs burst into death with blood bursting under the sword air between the lines.

Some cultivators who felt the sword spirit were shocked, knowing that Ye Yucheng was a rare favorite of heaven, and I don't know how many people in Dahua could compare with each other, and they were even discussing whether Chu Linguang could win Ye Yucheng.

"The double swords are like dragons, with sharp edges, not bad."

Just as Ye Yucheng was about to leave, a young boy stopped Ye Yucheng from going.

"Any advice?"

Ye Yucheng was speaking in poor Dahua language, and he could see that the boy had come here with bad intentions.

"I want to know, can your double swords block my sword?"

Chu Linguang said.

"I'm afraid that my double knives will chop you into countless pieces."

Ye Yu Chenghan said, he is not a soft-hearted person. With the double knives behind his back, the sound of the knives can be heard endlessly, and it seems that they will be out of the sheath at any time.

"Look at the sword!"

The corner of Chu Linguang's mouth raised, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword was cut out.

It is the finishing touch in that Xiaoqian swordsmanship.

Able to pierce a point in the thousands of drops of water, break out of desperation, and take the head of the general in the army of millions.

"Crack!"

Sword up.

The knife fell.

The figure of Chu Linguang walked away.

Ye Yucheng's hands trembled, red dots appeared on the center of his eyebrows, and blood emerged from the red dots. He raised his trembling right hand and touched the center of his eyebrows. He found that the wound was not deep and he was not dead.

Unable to help, he hurriedly turned around and shouted at Chu Linguang: "Who are you?"

"Long days."

Chu Linguang said.

Ye Yucheng was shocked. Although he had never heard of it before, the name seemed to suppress his heart and suffocated him. He was immersed in double-sword practice all his life.

But in the face of Chu Linguang's just finishing touch.

He only felt that the thousands of swordsmanship were all side-by-side. That sword broke through all his swordsmanship defenses, not only fast, but also accurately pierced his eyebrows, as if only a little bit of strength.

He is sure to die.

On this day, Chang Tian's sentence "watching the sword" is a nightmare for countless people.

It's the emperor's proud son, when his mentality is jumping.

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