Daqin Fusu's dimensional chat group

"So it doesn't cry?"

"Yes, it can only make people bleed."

Heitong silently withdrew his knife.

In Heitong's impression, knives and swords are the same.

"Please help Mr. Su to fight!"

"Please group leader to fight."

The positions of Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue have changed, but the only thing that remains the same is their eyes.

This time they no longer looked at the edge of the long sword in their hands.

They watched Fusu's every slight movement, every look, every expression, and even the beating of every muscle.

The eyes of the two were as sharp as a sword's edge, with a trace of oppression, a trace of chill, and a trace of longing.

They want this person to be powerful, so powerful that they make people despair.

They are not afraid of the high mountain Wei Wei, but they are afraid that there are no mountains in the world to climb.

There is a kind of cold in the world, which is called being too cold at high places.

This kind of cold, cold is the heart, cold is the mind.

When the blade frosts, decay and perdition follow.

"As you wish."

Fusu took a step forward and walked between the two of them.

This is a kind of power beyond ordinary people's knowledge, as if the world is making way for Fusu.

If he took a step, he should appear where he wanted to appear, otherwise it would be the fault of heaven and earth.

Everyone should not have such thoughts.

Because heaven and earth are infallible.

Just looking at Fusu's figure, everyone has only this kind of thought.

The strength of this man surpassed the world.

"As I said, he is very strong, so strong that people are afraid."

Ximen Chuuxue's sword blade flashed a white glow, and said softly.

He spoke fear, but there was no trace of fear in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

The mountains are dangerous, but when standing at the foot of the mountains, there will be no fear, but a desire to cross the mountains.

"You are right, he is very strong."

Ye Gucheng watched Fusu.

This was the first time he saw Fusu.

He knew that there was this person, and he also knew that this person had been in the inn in the city for the past month.

It's just that Ye Gucheng didn't go to see him.

The man Ximen Chuuxue described was too terrifying.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword also knew the terror of this man.

are you afraid?

No.

This is a kind of expectation.

He hoped that his cold heart could beat longer.

"I am coming."

With a ray of interest, Fu Su looked at the two people on either side of him.

Although Fusu closed his eyes slightly, both Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng knew that Fusu was looking at him.

"Just so, I also want to see your swordsmanship."

200 gods sword god of swords

"This sword is a sharp weapon in the world. The blade is three feet and seven inches, and the net weight is seven catties and 13 taels."

Ximen Chuuxue raised the sword in his hand, expressionless.

"Good sword."

Hearing Fusu's praise, Ximen Chuuxue replied: "It is indeed a good sword."

"This sword is an elite overseas cold sword. It blows hair and breaks hair. The sword's edge is three feet three, and its net weight is six catties and four taels."

The sword in Ye Gucheng's hand pointed horizontally, reflecting the full moon in the sky.

"Good sword."

"This is a good sword."

The three of them were all dressed in white clothes like snow, and the moonlight in the sky seemed to be attracted by the two swords, leaving behind the full moon, which was a bright mirror in the sky, and attached to the two swords.

The stars and the moon disappeared, and the long sword pierced through the sky.

This is an indescribable feeling, as if everything in the world has lost its color, leaving only two supreme swords.

"I have a three-pointed two-edged gun, but it's just a sharp weapon."

Fusu opened his mouth and said.

"My body is a weapon, and my heart is a weapon. A weapon is just a weapon of a weapon."

Fusu, surrounded by the two supreme swords of the world, is independent of the world.

Fusu has no weapons, because he is a weapon himself.

Even if the flesh and blood of the body are exhausted, even if only one thought remains, it is still a sharp weapon to hurt people.