"well."

Looking at Gu Han who didn't say a word, Old Sun sighed softly: "Young Master is really a person who values ​​love and righteousness."

He knows very well.

Gu Han has a strong killing intention, but his killing intention is light, so he never kills indiscriminately and is not easy to kill. But now... Gu Han has a strong killing intention!

root cause.

It’s Yuan Zhengyang!

Just thinking.

A trace of passion suddenly fell into perception!

"Young Master."

"I guess it's the sword-changing pool there!"

Far away.

He saw the inner city wall that was very different from the outer city, and the burning pool of fire, his expression was refreshed and he spoke to remind him.

"Sword Pool?"

Gu Han's voice was a little cold.

With his cultivation and eyesight, he could already see the broken swords in the sword-transforming pool and above the golden liquid, which were missing or broken!

even.

Because of his practice of worldly intentions, he could clearly sense the whine and sorrow of the broken sword spirits... and his deep unwillingness!

Behind.

The Sanqian was also excited to see the Sword Transformation Pool.

"My sword! My sword is still there!"

“Mine is here too!”

"Thousand Blades...my Thousand Blades Sword!"

"My...is gone!"

“…”

Everyone's expressions were either disappointed, sad, or excited... and they were all in a row.

"Old Sun."

Gu Han said lightly: "Go and take them and get your sword back first!"

"yes!"

Lao Sun's face turned solemn and immediately responded.

He didn't know what other sword cultivators were like.

But he understood that for the three thousand sword cultivators in front of him, swords were their combat partners and the continuation of their sword intent and life!

"Gu Jianshou!"

The old sword cultivator was stunned, looked at the inner city not far away, and said, "It is a trivial matter to take the sword. Since Brother Yuan is in the city, we should hurry up..."

now.

They all felt Yuan Zhengyang's thick sword intent as if the sky collapsed, rising in the city!

Gu Han glanced into the distance.

in all directions.

Heaven is in the world.

The dense blue dots were constantly approaching, and there were countless numbers, and they were all monks in Zhenjian City!

"Since you're going to fight to the death."

"How can I do without a sword in my hand?"

He said lightly: "You are here to get the sword, senior brother, I will go find it myself!"

The words are over.

The sword intent on his body became a little violent again, and directly broke through the space and disappeared in front of everyone!

"well."

The old sword cultivator sighed, "I don't know what happened to Brother Yuan."

"Oh!"

Lao Sun sneered.

Looking at the monks in Zhenjian City who were constantly approaching, he said lightly: "They should pray that the fellow Taoist Yuan is safe, otherwise..."

He still remembers Gu Han's words.

If Yuan Zhengyang makes mistakes, he will slaughter the sword city!

"Young Master has always done what he says!"

...

boom!

Rumble!

As the sword intent was rising and falling like the sky, Yuan Zhengyang kept swinging his sword, his movements were consistent, even reaching a somewhat monotonous level.

He only knows one sword.

Throughout his life, he only practiced this sword.

Can……

The weight of this sword is not something that the guards in front of him can bear. The battlefield is full of blood mud, and under his hidden broad sword, there is no complete corpse at all!

The hair and beard are bright red.

His body was stained with blood.

Forced burning his body, mind and soul completely stabilized his cultivation level, but the cost was also very high. The Tibetan sword shattered a lot, and his left arm had completely disappeared.

He doesn't care at all.

Step by step, approaching the city lord's mansion deep in the depths. Although the pace was slow, it was very steady and his eyes were firm.

Ask the sword.

It's just one of his purposes.

Determining the safety of Chongming is the top priority!

boom!

Another sword fell, and fewer guards were blocking him, and his pace was getting faster and faster!

At this time, a sudden change occurred!

The bluestone ground behind him suddenly cracked several cracks, and a blood-red light suddenly emerged and fell towards Yuan Zhengyang!

Yuan Zhengyang felt a stern!

He reacted very quickly, and his body subconsciously changed, and half of the broad sword was already standing in front of him!

only.

After all, it was a hasty response.

The red light was domineering and weird, as if it could penetrate the gold and crack the stone. In an instant, it smashed the already incomplete Tibetan sword into a corner and penetrated it through his chest!

His face turned pale.

Yuan Zhengyang staggered back, his breath continued to slide, but he gritted his teeth and still straightened his waist!

brush!

A red light flashed.

It had already landed in front of him and turned into a figure about three feet high, like a dwarf.

The chin is sharp.

A face is thin and long.

There were two mustaches on his lips, his face was covered with fine black hair, his eyes were like soybeans, and he was cunning and fierce, making him look like a mouse!

Not very good at cultivation.

It is just the early stage of the state of return.

Feeling the rolling demonic aura on the other party's body, Yuan Zhengyang's pupils shrank, "Are you... a demon clan?"
To be continued...