Gu Han's face was covered with bloodstains.

And Young Master Jian...

His face was already covered in blood and flesh, and he looked extremely terrifying.

Click!

Click!

There were soft sounds one after another, but the hardness of Zhan Qing could not be compared with that of the black sword, and cracks continued to appear on the sword.

"Zhan Qing!"

Mr. Jian gritted his teeth.

"Why are you so useless!"

"You know nothing!"

Gu Han stared at the blue sword, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

"This sword is actually pretty good, it's just that you're not good at it."

"What!"

"It's all fancy and fancy but useless!"

"..."

Hear the words.

Mr. Jian was stunned for a moment.

This sentence.

He's so familiar.

At that time, he was so high-spirited that he went to see the old blind man and received two comments from him. From then on, he regarded him as an idol. At that time, Chongming also said two words to him. No one knew about it except him and Fang Xing.

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"Swords are good, but people are not."
Chapter completed!