The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

"300 years, let you wait for a long time."

No one can describe this moment, the two strongest swordsmen in the past millennium, finally gathered together.

Shuiyue tightly clutched her lips, tears streaming down her face, her cultivation of mind for hundreds of years, at this moment, finally turned into insignificant dust.

"This is him, this is... Brother Wan, whom I have loved and studied for 300 years."

Shuiyue cried like a little girl.

Even Shi Feixuan and Lu Xueqi's eyes were shining brightly at this moment.

"This is Shigong?" Lu Xueqi thought to herself, "It looks like he is a very remarkable person."

"However, the person I chose is also remarkable." Her crystal clear eyes fell on Chu Heng.

"No need to say more, my time is running out." Wan Jianyi said helplessly as he felt the changes in his body.

He couldn't help feeling regretful in his heart, if he could, why wouldn't he be willing to talk with Chu Heng for three days and three nights, but unfortunately, time is running out.

"My sword has been waiting for a long time." The Dragon Slaying Sword buzzed in his hand, as if responding to his words.

"One sword! There is only one chance! Let me see, the pinnacle of kendo!" Wan Jian roared like a wild lion, and his messy white robe danced wildly in the strong wind.

The hunchbacked and old figure was already straight at this moment, with a sharp sense of piercing the world.

"Okay! Speak with the sword!"

As soon as the Qinggang sword lit up, it shot out from Chu Heng's palm.

Zhanlongjian howled wildly.

"Slaying ghosts and gods, the stars also fall, ask the hero, I am the only one in the world!"

It was clearly daytime, but stars appeared in the sky.

The sword energy traversed the sky, and the Dragon Slaying Sword swept across the entire world as if it wanted to pierce the past and the future.

"This is?" Dugu Sword Master was originally meditating in Shushan, but he was shocked by this overwhelming sword energy and suddenly stood up.

"Such a sword light, it's that person!" Dugu Sword Master felt a bit of bitterness in his heart, was that person back then still alive?

The era of Wan Jianyi was an era that a genius like Dugu Sword Master would not want to recall.

Whether it is him or Daoxuan of the Qingyun School, who is not a genius who is one in a thousand?

Only one person, with a sword, illuminated an era.

For such a person, the stronger you are, the more desperate you will be. No matter how hard you try to catch up with the pain, Dugu Sword Master will never forget it.

"It's been 300 years. I thought I'd forget him if I didn't mention him. How could I know that I've always been, and I can't forget him."

Dugu Sword Saint's hair was astringent.

"In front of his swordsmanship, what qualifications do I have to be called a sword master?".

Visit *% mobile phone network [m.], read faster and more conveniently

The first thousand and 150 chapters of the burial of heroes

This article is updated by [] vomiting blood, if you like it, remember to bookmark this site__

"who is it?"

All the masters in this world who have some understanding of swordsmanship were shocked at this moment.

No matter where you are, you can see a sword energy piercing through the sky.

That raging sword intent seemed to shake off even the starlight.

This kind of swordsmanship makes~they tremble!

"Wan Jianyi!" There was only one dark place, a voice full of hatred resounded in the darkness.

"Obviously you are dead, obviously you have been manipulated by me, why, why did you wake up!" A dark red light lit up, illuminating Daoxuan's crazy and distorted face.

"Why! It's been 300 years, why are you still so strong!"

Although he had already been possessed by the devil, the sword intent that horrified the whole world made him understand that even if he relied on the ancient sword of Zhu Xian by strange means.

But in the way of swordsmanship, Wan Jianyi has always left him far behind.

"A good sword..." Chu Heng sighed, never so sincerely.

"Slaying ghosts and gods? Really good swordsmanship!" Chu Heng's eyes were like burning flames, with boundless fighting intent.

"I also have a sword called the Great Freedom Excalibur."

Qinggang Jian Youyou, seemed to be unaffected, and hit the void.

What is great freedom?

The world is invincible, and this life is free. kuuhuu

Beyond fate, this life is at ease.

Breaking through time, this life is at ease.

Freedom is to use the strongest power to break all shackles, all fears, and all unknowns.