In the main hall,

The Jiang family's head, Jiang Daoyang, raised his lips slightly.

This is his son!

He is so young and yet he has the bearing of a saint.

Give him a few hundred years.

The Jiang family may not be able to produce another saint!

Jiang Daoyang suppressed his smile and looked at Lao Ba who was sitting quietly beside him. He snorted in his heart, "Some time ago, Chen Gu entered the realm of Huaxu at a young age. His swordsmanship is extraordinary, so he must have opportunities.

Too bad he wasn't caught..."

"you..."

"You have already taken half a step into the realm of emptiness..."

Ouyang Xue stood three feet in front of Jiang Huayu.

Looks bleak...

He has been called a genius since he was a child, and he was blessed with good fortune.

Once he accidentally fell into a snow cave, but not only did he not die, but he accidentally acquired the Immortal Cicada Skill.

Relying on this sage technique, he conquered the strong and was invincible among the younger generation of disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, and finally ascended to the throne of the Son of God!

Who would have thought of entering the world of martial arts for the first time.

First, he was nailed to the wall by Xue Yiren, the man on the white horse and silver spear, then he was inexplicably chased by Jiang Liuer of the Five Poison Sect, and now he had his arm chopped off by Jiang Huayu's sword!

"Transform into void..."

Jiang Huayu sheathed his sword and said slowly: "Without a battle with Daoist Zhao Wuji, my sword will not be perfected, and I am unwilling to step in!"

"I see!"

Ouyang Xue smiled bitterly.

He picked up his right arm and snow knife from the ground, then walked down the mountain with his head down.

On the viewing platform.

Jiang Liuer lowered his eyebrows and said, "It seems that Jiang Huayu's seed will have to wait a while!"

On the other side, a woman in blue had her eyes moving.

Licked his lips!

Iron Sword King Songyang frowned, remained silent for a while, and then uttered three words: "I can't beat him!"

The world was shocked when the sword fell!

Jiang Huayu was unrivaled in his power, and with just one sword, he made everyone on the Tianjiao list afraid to take action!

The limelight lasts forever!

He scanned the entire place.

No one dared to look him in the eye!

When he saw Chen Zhian, a smile appeared on his lips, and he silently uttered two words: "Coward!"

Chen Zhian disagrees.

Looking at the stone steps in front of the square from afar...

"Wait another half an incense stick. If you still don't come, I will charge you some money and let you know what a lifelong enemy is!"

......

"The Sword Control Sect is really high!"

At the foot of the mountain, on the stone steps,

A group of people walked up the stairs.

A scholar in plain clothes carrying a sword, and a frail woman.

There was also a haggard old man with his hands behind his back.

Behind them, a young man in brocade clothes was carrying a cracked earth wall on his back, looking at the 999-step stone staircase with a bitter look on his face and complaining!

"That Jiang Wushuang back then did have some swordsmanship!"

The old man looked at the stone steps and said with emotion: "The unparalleled sword intent emerges, and the world is shocked by this sword!

It’s just that the descendants are a bit disappointing.

Before I became the Sword Master, I fought with their previous leader.

The sword power is too weak, it doesn't have that flavor!"

"Old Li, just blow it!"

Xue Yiren leaned against the earth wall and said, "I admit that you are very strong, but no matter how strong you are, you can't reach the level of Jiang Wushuang!

Thousands of years ago,

Jiang Wushuang is the person in the Jiang family who is closest to the Saint Realm!

Even the desolate world of that time.

Few people dare to say they are on the same side as him!"

"If you don't believe me, throw me down!"

Old Li laughed and said, "You'll know in a moment if I'm just bragging!"

"Ah,

If you are really that strong, why would you ask Brother Chen for swordsmanship?"

"Humph!"

Old Li ignored him and walked up the mountain in a depressed mood.

Zhong Yan smiled.

Xue Yiren and Old Li often quarreled, and they were used to it.

I'm too lazy to persuade him.

After all, it was only half an incense stick of time before the two of them were playing together again, arm in arm.

When they reached halfway up the mountain,

Just then I saw a dejected figure walking down the mountain alone.

Eyes slightly red.

Don't even look at them.

Xue Yiren looked at the figure in surprise, turned around and stood on the stone steps and shouted: "Ouyang, who chopped you?

Tell it to me.

I will avenge you!"

Hearing his voice, the man ran faster!

"It's the unparalleled sword intent!"

Chen Zhiming said calmly: "It's a bit adulterated, probably because it relies on the power of the Wushuang Sword, it's not pure enough!"

"Brother Chen, can you tell this?"

Xue Yiren said in surprise.

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