Now is the low point.

To put it bluntly, you are no better than me!"

Yang Fengge sneered.

"Later you will know how blind and ignorant it is to say this!"

The King of Unparalleled Swords.

"I am waiting!"

The peerless sword king's eyes were high, showing contempt and indifference, and he stopped arguing.

And at this moment.

"call!"

The surging wind and thunder are the explosions of Haotian.

His ten-year-old body has transformed into the appearance of a young man, handsome and handsome, but also as sharp as a sword.

"Today I will let you know what the power of the Holy Spirit is!"

Haotian's eyes were cold and stern, revealing strong majesty: "I am the Sword Master of the Second Era, how dare you, a little ant, dare to be so presumptuous in front of me?"

Said.

Haotian drew the wind and thunder sword from behind, and it was the Holy Sword of Wind and Thunder! For a moment, a sea of ​​thunder gathered around Haotian's body! The wind was fierce, carrying violent thunder and lightning! Everyone's scalps were numb, and they looked at Haotian's

Their expressions all revealed awe.

Haotian...the power has more than doubled! When everyone looks at Haotian, they all have the illusion that they are looking at a spiritual saint! Chen Xiaowan, whose momentum had previously overwhelmed Haotian, is now like a boat on a river, swaying unsteadily.

but.

There was no trace of uneasiness in Chen Xiaowan's eyes.

Suddenly.

Surprise appeared in Chen Xiaowan's eyes, she lowered her head and glanced at the wind chime on her waist, and then held the Chang'an Holy Sword tightly.

"Xiao Wan, I taught you the Sword of the Patriarch before, and now I will teach you the Eight Swords.

This is what I have learned throughout my life, please understand it carefully..." Su Xuanru said on the city wall.

Chen Xiaowan suddenly raised her head, raised her holy sword, and had strong confidence in her eyes.
Chapter completed!