Chapter 1783 Anyone who dares to attack my son will die.
boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
The Zhengyang giant sword was overturned, as if it carried the unwilling thoughts of 100,000 people. The heavy sword power made countless people stunned!
Especially those three thousand sword cultivators!
They suddenly thought of Lao Sun's previous words!
One hundred thousand broken swords and one hundred thousand soldiers.
That's how powerful it is.
If all the creatures in the vast world belong to this sword, what great power would it be?
"No regrets!"
The old sword cultivator smiled relievedly, "It will be worthwhile to see such a sword!"
"I think I'm not worthy of cultivating swords."
"Who isn't it? With the sword head in front of you and I will try my best to practice the sword, and I am afraid it will be difficult to see his back."
“…”
Everyone spoke one after another.
While admiring me, I feel more lonely.
There is no doubt.
For them, seeing such a shocking sword has a great impact on their sword heart, which is more than anything else!
"This is a bad statement!"
Just as the sword cultivators showed depressed expression, Lao Sun's words came from afar.
"The young master is Haoyue."
"We are fireflies."
"Although the light of fireflies is hard to compete with the bright moon, if there is only the bright moon in the world, wouldn't it be a little lonely?"
"The light of the bright moon can shine on the world."
"The brightness of fireflies can also move people's hearts!"
"Everyone!"
He smiled and said, "Don't underestimate yourself!"
Some words.
It woke everyone up instantly.
"Hahaha……"
The old sword cultivator suddenly laughed and rushed out again with the sword.
“Brother is right.”
"Red flowers and green leaves match, and bright moon and fireflies coexist. Only in this way can we live up to the grand scenery of this world!"
The sound of swords keeps ringing.
In a moment, more than ten monks in the sword-keeping city were killed by him!
Behind.
Thousands of sword cultivators are also fighting hard, sacrificing their lives. Although they are far less powerful and fierce than Gu Han's killer power and achievements, they are of different magnificence and passion!
"The words of the seniors are deafening and thought-provoking."
Lu Linyuan walked over from the side and said solemnly: "Senior, great talent! How dare you ask for your name?"
"The surname is Sun."
"What's Sun?"
“…”
Lao Sun suddenly stopped responding.
"actually."
He changed his subject and suddenly smiled bitterly: "Those words are not for them, but for me."
"this……"
"You don't understand."
Lao Sun glanced at him and said quietly: "It's very stressful to follow the young master."
Lu Linyuan: “…”
The words are over.
Lao Sun redirected his figure and instantly entered the battlefield, silently taking on the responsibility of protecting those sword cultivators.
"ah!!"
Suddenly!
Two screams of unwillingness sounded, but under the crushing of the Zhengyang giant sword, two more generals could not hold on and died directly!
The remaining three people.
I am also struggling to support it, and there are already signs of losing it!
Above the abyss of broken road.
The cracks on the bridge were spreading faster and faster, and the blood on the corners of Gu Han's mouth was also increasing.
His path has come.
It's just not perfect yet.
Correspondingly, this bridge naturally cannot fully carry his power at this time.
But he didn't want to retreat.
After retreating, how can I call Wen Jian?
boom!
Boom boom boom boom!
The power of the law spread again, and his figure flashed, and it had fallen on the giant sword body. He glanced indifferently at the three people and the remaining monks in the sword-stopping city.
"Are you all aware of words?"
Although the sound is light.
But it resonated with the power of the law on its body and clearly reached everyone's ears.
Subconsciously.
Everyone's eyes fell on the giant sword and saw the two large seal characters several feet in a radius.
Zhengyang!
"It seems that they are all reading words."
Gu Han said with a blank expression: "Remember, my senior brother is Yuan Zhengyang!"
The words fell.
The giant sword suddenly roared, and the unwillingness, anger, resentment of the 100,000 broken sword spirits... were completely revealed with the Zhengyang Sword as the medium!
One hundred thousand broken swords are also one hundred thousand fireflies.
It cannot illuminate the entire world, but it can illuminate Zhenjian City!
Rumble!
The sky kept exploding.
The space is broken and broken.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhengyang's giant sword slowly fell with a vast sword force that could not be avoided and could not be avoided, and the bodies, souls, and consciousness of the three heavenly generals were all crushed to pieces!
All the monks in Zhenjiancheng were stupid.
once.
In their hearts, sword cultivators are synonymous with waste, slave, and bluff, and they never take it seriously.
But now.
The appearance of Gu Han, Gu Han's killing power, Gu Han's sharpness, Gu Han's invincibility... completely subverted their understanding of the word "Sword Cultivation"!
They never thought about it.
There is such an invincible sword cultivator in the world!
Same.
Gu Han's previous words were still lingering in his ears.
At this moment,
The name of sword cultivator Yuan Zhengyang resounded throughout the entire sword city!
Above the city.
Yuan Zhengyang looked at the hidden sword in his hand and felt no regrets.
With this junior brother, what else can I ask for?
"Senior Brother."
Gu Han's body shook and landed on the top of the city. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of fatigue, "You..."
Boom boom boom boom!
I just said one word, the change is regenerated!
Boom boom boom boom!
The sky was turbulent, and the space was shattered. Four domain powers far stronger than the seven heavenly generals suddenly rose from the city lord's mansion. In a moment, they were attacked and killed. The target... was Yuan Zhengyang!
"Damn it!"
Gu Han's face was cold and he couldn't help but curse, and the power of the law that had not yet faded rose again!
hide.
It's too late.
Moreover, Yuan Zhengyang cannot hide even if he goes sideways!
"Junior brother!"
"Young Master!"
"Gu Jianshou!"
“…”
Amid the exclamation, Gu Han and Yuan Zhengyang's figures were completely submerged by the power of the four realms!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the earth was shaking, this solid and stable section was exhausted, and the inner city wall made of unknown amounts of precious materials collapsed!
Some of the smoke and dust dissipated.
The figures of Yuan Zhengyang and Gu Han were gradually revealed.
The former is unscathed.
The latter's silver armor was covered with blood. The right hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, and he was already seriously injured.
"Little man!"
"mean!"
Lao Sun was the first to curse!
Being unity.
He could naturally see that if the four people had not attacked, with Gu Han's current strength, there would have been several ways to deal with it!
"really!"
Gu Han casually wiped the blood from his face, and his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "Zhenjiancheng is all a bunch of dogs!"
"Oh."
As the smoke and dust filled, the four figures were blurred, calm and calm, and walked over side by side.
"Sneak attack?"
"No."
"We, this is a manifestation of wisdom!"
Hearing the sound.
The remaining monks in the Sword City Town moved their hearts, and a glimmer of hope suddenly arose in their already desperate hearts.
"The deputy city lord is here!"
Everyone laughed happily, and cheers rang out in an instant, covering the sky!
"Don't panic when you wait."
The sound came from the smoke again, "Everything, we are here."
As soon as the words were finished, a change arises again.
A darkness suddenly appeared in the sky not far away. In the darkness, the magic flames rose and fell, and the sound of the magic roar was endless.
It was a magic cloud!
"Those who dare to attack my son will die!!!"
A loud shout suddenly arose!
The next moment, a dark magic sword wrapped in the power of the stunning demon, pierced the sky and fell into the smoke!
boom!
Most of the inner city collapsed again!
The smoke has not faded.
The smoke rose again.
And the figures of the four people were gone.
The accident is too fast.
It was almost time for the four of them to show their faces.
It's almost time that the expressions of all the monks in the Sword City have not changed yet.
Soon they said the most depressing words with the most joyful expression.