the end of the heavens

"puff!"

One of the reincarnations couldn't hold back, and sprayed it out directly, and the rest of the people couldn't help but laugh too happily.

"Uncle, before you say you are a sword god, please look in the mirror first!"

"That's right, don't pretend to be a hero in the Mediterranean Sea."

"D, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to die laughing!"

Hearing all kinds of complaints from the crowd, Russell was a little dumbfounded. The breeze blew by and made his scalp feel cold, and he subconsciously looked at the straight knife.

This looks bad for the whole person.

On the blade as fast as a mirror, there appeared a swordsman in white with a middle-aged face full of vicissitudes. This is not the key point. The key point is that Ximen Fuxue in the mirror is wearing a hairstyle that is difficult for all parties to support.

It is true that the long hair is fluttering, but what the hell is it that only the four sides are black and straight, and the middle is bald?

It's okay to be bald, and I combed the long hair on both sides to the middle. When the wind blows, it will fly all over the sky, making my eyes extremely hot...

Russell "..."

Chapter 1 Sword Qi Across Thirty Thousand Miles

Why is the sword god such an honor?

After the sword god Zhu Jianxian, didn't Ximen Chuuxue usher in the pinnacle of life, why did he become like this?

Is it true that you can become stronger when you are bald?

Russell was stunned, but then he thought about it, why can't the sword god be thanked!

The jade tree facing the wind and the stately appearance are the subjective conjectures imposed on Ximen Chuixue by people, imagining that the swordsmanship is the best in the world, and his appearance and demeanor are also the perfect idol among dragons and phoenixes.

It's a pity that the sword god is also a human being, and as a human being, he cannot avoid eating, drinking, lazing, birth, old age, sickness and death.In reality, Sword God not only hiccups, farts, and swears, he is also a middle-aged Mediterranean.

It's not hard to understand...

Ximen Chuuxue is obsessed with swords, abandons his wife to seek the Tao and is ruthless, stays up late every night to practice swords, just like the killer who stays up late to code in the writer group, it is reasonable and logical to lose his head in middle age.

Thinking of this, Luo Su suddenly realized that a generation of sword gods lost their hair because of Taoism, and he should be disgusted by all kinds of experience, it really shouldn't be.

Thinking of this, and looking at the crooked melon cracked date below, he has a murderous heart, and this group of people deserves to be killed.

It's not because of the failure of pretense, but because Ximen Chuuxue put life and death aside for the way of swordsmanship, and even gave up his hair follicles. What qualifications do these people have to laugh at!

That's right, that's it, it's definitely not murder!

"Over there in the Mediterranean Sea, don't pretend to be Ximen Chuixue in the middle of the night. Which team are you from?"

"It's not pretending. He always sucks the door and blows the acupoints. It's because we heard it wrong."

"Oh, according to what you say, is it the legend of Lu Xiaofeng?"

"Just like him, aiming at people's seams is almost the same."

"Hahaha, you are so flirtatious!"

"..."

The reincarnators laughed wantonly and didn't pay attention to Russell at all. The self-proclaimed Sword God Mediterranean is a funny character no matter how you look at it.Besides, they have an advantage in number, 181, and there are two captains of A-level reincarnations.

Amidst the laughter and scolding, only the two captains looked stern. Their strength was a level higher than that of other reincarnations, and they clearly sensed the vague sword intent.

Throat, heart, spine, head...

Every deadly part of his body was entangled with sword energy, and any movement was a storm-like sword force, which could not be dodged or avoided, and everything he could see was covered by sword energy.

Sen Han's death made it difficult for the two to breathe, resisting the oppressive feeling of wanting to vomit, they looked at each other and reached a cooperation agreement again.

Not counting on his teammate who was in a desperate situation and didn't know it, the thin man closed his eyes, then opened his right eye sharply at Russell, and in the blood-colored pupils, the three hook jades spun and connected into a windmill.

"Wind Dragon!!"

The skinny man shouted loudly, Feng Long understood, and immediately shouted.

The blood vessels in his neck swelled, the muscles all over his body swelled to stretch his coat, and a blue dragon tattooed on his back swam to his right arm automatically without wind.

The hurricane stirred and blew everyone off their feet. Except for the thin man, all the reincarnated people who were still laughing were blown away by the wind.

"drink!"

Fenglong shouted again, swung his right fist, and punched Russell from the air.

The violent wind roared, and the tyrannical tornado turned into a ferocious dragon, with its teeth and claws in midair.Wherever the wind blows, all the obstacles and barriers are smashed into pieces.

"Amaterasu!!"

Blood dripped from the thin man's right eye, and black flames shot out from the pupil. The target was not Russell but the dragon transformed by the wind.

The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind!

The combination of black flames and storms, although the figure of the dragon burning with raging black flames has not changed, its momentum has definitely increased several times.The monstrous heat wave went straight to the sky, evaporating the clouds that had been cut off by the sword energy before, and the ground was even more dry like purgatory.

boom! ! !

The black dragon opened its bloody mouth and smashed the position where Russell was. The hurricane crushed and the black flames burned. In the blink of an eye, the warehouse, which is [-] meters long, was razed to the ground.

The blow was successful, but Fenglong didn't dare to be careless at all. He raised his right hand together, and the huge black dragon roared and rushed to the sky.

"Missed, where is he?"

Fenglong's eyes burst open, and the burden of manipulating the strong wind attached to Amaterasu was extremely heavy, and the pain of his meridians being torn apart made him feel like he was going through torture every second.

"Don't rush, I'm looking for..."

The skinny man was also sweating profusely, and his Sharingan spun at high speed, catching Russell's figure everywhere.

Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid the reincarnated people were, they knew what had happened. The Mediterranean Sea was not a funny character, but a genuine sword god, so strong that their captains had to join forces to fight against it.

Thinking of all the killings before, a group of people turned pale with fright, regardless of whether they were teammates or not, they hugged together.

More people do not necessarily mean more power, but it can definitely give you a lot of peace of mind.

Clang! ! !

The crisp and sweet sound of the sword sound rang out, the lingering sound lingered in the ears, and the aftertaste was endless, making people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.

Russell walked past the four reincarnated people with a straight knife in one hand, strolling in the garden, seemingly as slow as a walk, but actually at an extremely fast speed. After he left, the four fell to the ground and died.