The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

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Thousands of miles across, the sword light covering the entire sky cut towards Xizutian.

The masks shattered one by one, slowly approaching Xizutian.

Xizutian's hand is getting faster and faster.

The black air at the foot of Kunlun Mountain became more and more turbulent, following her movements, it blocked in front of her recklessly.

Finally, the sword that shook the entire world stopped.

At this time, it was less than a finger away from Xizutian's forehead.

It's a pity that the crossbow is extremely powerful and cannot be worn onyx!

Yan Chixia's face was pale, obviously this move had exhausted him.

Fortunately, the sky is still unscathed.

"It's amazing!"

Xi Zutian's eyes fell on the Xuanyuan Sword.

She understood very well that Yan Chixia's cultivation was not worth mentioning to her, but such a weak cultivation was able to launch such an astonishing attack.

Xuanyuan Sword is really powerful.

"I am becoming more and more interested in this sword. Yes, today I can not only conquer a world, but also obtain such a magic weapon!"

"Brother, this time, brother, I really want to do my best."

Chu Heng also smiled wryly, being strong is not scary, the problem is that Xizutian is the kind of strong without weaknesses.

"I want you to block this devil for a while, okay?"

Yan Chixia looked at Chu Heng with a serious expression.

Chu Heng took a deep breath and nodded.

"give it to me!"

Xizutian looked at the two with interest, and couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

"Oh? I don't understand. Who gave you the confidence? Block me for a stick of incense?"

"Just now he saved your life with the Xuanyuan Sword, can it make you have this illusory illusion?"

"Or, despair has crushed you, an ant?"

She smiled coquettishly, her eyes filled with unstoppable mischief.

"You'll understand."

Chu Heng in the sky closed his eyes. .

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Chapter 52

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"I closed my eyes, are you afraid of seeing me? Really, weak ants. kuuhuu"

Xi Zutian looked at him, as if he was extremely ridiculous, the mockery in his smile was full, ready to overflow.

Chu Heng, however, had no intention of listening to her ridicule.

In his previous life, a illusory character once said such a passage: Have you ever heard the sound of snowflakes falling on the roof?Can you feel the wonderful vitality of the buds slowly opening in the spring breeze?Do you know that in the autumn wind, there is often a kind of fragrance of leaves from the distant mountains?

He is blind, but he is also the most amazing martial artist in the world.

Chu Heng heard it.

The wind at the foot of Kunlun Mountain is turbulent and warm; the snowflakes falling on the top of the mountain are gentle and pure; a goshawk flies in the sky with a proud and unruly cry, and a doe crosses the bottom of the mountain with light and agile footsteps .

Without these eyes, he seemed to see the world more clearly.

He heard Xizutian's mocking tone and Yan Chixia's anxious movements.

He heard his own heartbeat, pulse, and heard that his whole body began to tense under the boundless pressure.

I heard the voice of Qing Gangjian. +]

Gently, anxiously, as if wanting to break through the thorns and shackles for him, piercing the heavy shackles.

He "heard" Xizutian in front of him, although he had Dongfang Bubai's body and Dongfang Bubai's face.

But he could hear the heartbeat, movements, and even the breath of the whole person.

He heard the soul of the East struggling and crying.

She is not Oriental!

Chu Heng drew his sword.

Not fast, not in a hurry.

It's just the unwavering strength on the sword that makes people feel at ease.