Ah Hu's eyes widened and after a while, he said, "Young Master Wang is so powerful?"

He has brought nearly a hundred people to this oasis over the years, and only five can survive the second sword of the Sword Saint.

As for a powerful man like Wang Hong who competes with the Sword Saint, he has never seen anyone.

As the sword saint's sword speed became faster and faster, the Hanyue Ring Sword could no longer keep up.

However, at this moment, Wang Hong gave up the idea of ​​keeping a distance. This refreshing battle made him feel happy and wanted to whistle to the sky.

At the same time, the Destroying Sword Technique, which has been hard for seven years of hard practice, has actually broken through the bottleneck at this moment.

The three extremes of love-killing come out according to the situation, and the "destroying lovesickness" that destroys lovesickness comes out!

Wang Hong, who has always been accustomed to casting spells in the back row and silently insults, now integrated his timidity and ruthlessness into this sword light.

With a jingling sound, the ordinary steel sword of the Sword Saint instantly broke into two pieces.

The thick sword energy was broken by "Zhen Xiangsi", and the sharpness of the Hanyue Ring Sword was naturally not something that an ordinary soldier could resist.

But strangely, as the use of the Acacia Sin was completed, the originally boiling demonic nature was calmed down without the need for Bing Xin Jue to suppress it.

The Sword Saint stood still, feeling lost. Although he had weapons, he was indeed defeated by the young man in front of him.

"What's the name of the knife just now?" The two of them were silent for a while, and the Sword Saint suddenly asked.

"Kill the lovesickness!" Wang Hong replied casually.

At this moment, he was still immersed in the afterglow of the lovesickness. For some reason, Wang Hong always felt that this sword was indeed magical, but he could not use the intention of the sword.

"Slaying lovesickness? Lovesickness also needs to be cut off?" The Sword Saint murmured to himself.

Unlike Wang Hong, who has always been striving to make stability, the sword saint is full of ups and downs.

He practiced swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, and realized the swordsmanship at the age of thirteen.

In order to pursue the peak of swordsmanship, the Sword Saint thought hard and learned that he had obeyed the "Seven-Time Forget Love", which made him ruthless for life, and it was difficult to practice the perfect swordsmanship.

The Sword Saint, who was unwilling to be interrupted by the sword path, once went to Japan to find the "half-heart" that could relieve the "seven-generation forgot about love", and thus met his lover Miyamoto Yuki Ling, and worked with him to create the first eighteen styles of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

But later, due to some accidents, the "half-hearted" failed, and the Sword Saint became a ruthless person again. After returning to the Central Plains alone, he created nineteen swords to twenty-two swords.

Therefore, for the Dugu Sword Saint today, the three words "Slaying Love" made him feel both palpitations and completely incomprehensible.

After thinking for a long time, Wang Hong, who was still full of mind, suddenly remembered a classic I had read in his early years and couldn't help but recite it softly.

"The beauty is far away, but lovesickness is painful. It's hard to repay each other. Ten years of lovesickness have passed by a hundred years. I can't bear to worry about it until I die!"

Wang Hong's voice was clear and long, not only awakening the Sword Saint who was also thinking, but also moistened the bright moon on the sand dunes in the distance.

Fortunately, Wang Hong quickly got out of the state of a literary youth, waved to the direction of the sand dunes, and shouted loudly:
Chapter completed!