Jian Kong came to Jian's tomb as usual.

He brought a jug of wine.

Cold Sword Wine.

Jian Beichen used to like it very much, but Jian Huang always prohibited him from drinking it.

Therefore the wine is bitter and cold, as cold as an icy sword.

"Xiaochen, I hope you will have no worries in the next life."

"Xiao Chen, I hope you don't have a sword in your next life."

"Xiaochen, I wish you happiness and health in the next life."

He whispered, and Hanjian wine poured onto the floor.

far away.

Xiahou Longhu hid in the dark and watched indifferently.

"The centipede is dead but not stiff, but your nephew is still making trouble outside."

He whispered harshly, and his sword intention became a strong force and quietly sealed the surrounding area of ​​the sword tomb, and also sealed the sword sky... At the same time.

On the way to Jianzong.

Yang Fenghua was running away frantically, with a strong desire for survival in his eyes.

In Yang Fenghua's eyes, Jianzong has become his last hope.

"I don't want to die!"

"I, Yang Fenghua, don't deserve to be so aggrieved!"

"Sword Sect is in sight!"

"As long as I enter the Sword Sect's territory, I won't dare to chase him even if I give Su Xuan a hundred courages!"

Yang Fenghua was shouting and trembling in his heart.

behind.
Chapter completed!