There was a cold voice coming from outside.

"Cruel?

If the sword master kills, if there is no killing spirit, what is the sword master? Since you are here, you have this idea, why should you deceive yourself and others? "

Said.

A young man who was intertwined with martial arts and swordsmanship walked in.

He has white hair and carries three swords on his back! His eyes are fierce and fierce, and he is indescribably powerful! White sword! Under Wu Chenkong in the Martial Palace, he is the number one swordsman! When everyone saw him, they were shocked, and many swords

Xiudu averted his eyes, not daring to look at her.

And this time.

Haotian also stood up and sneered: "That's right, since you don't want Jianshan to participate, why are you so polite?

Let’s expel the people from Jianshan out of Jiancheng today!”

Said.

Haotian's sword skills flourished.
Chapter completed!