Fengjian Yueli said calmly: "There are almost no people who don't run after hearing my name."

He was idly wiping the scabbard of his strange sword with a calm expression on his face.

If Gong Yanmo said this, Feng Lingyan would definitely refute him and laugh at him for boasting.

But when this man said it, Feng Lingyan felt a little convinced.

After all - when such a powerful Black Flame saw him, he turned around and ran away without even daring to give a shit.[

That's a living example.

Is his reputation really like Ximen Chuixue in Gu Long's novel?

A sword god—no, a sword god?

This man was extremely skilled in martial arts, and even though his attack just now was just a glimpse.

But Feng Lingyan was a great expert in martial arts, and he could tell at a glance that this man's martial arts were no worse than Gong Yanmo's.

I don’t know if the two of them compete, who will win and who will lose?

…………………………………………

at the same time.

On a remote hilltop, a man in purple stood there with fluttering robes.

The mountain wind blew up the sleeves of his broad robe, making them flutter, as if he could take the wind and fly away at any time.

Heiyan knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head at all.

"You mean, that girl is with Fengjian Yueli, the flying sword from outside the sky? Are you sure?"

His voice was light and without any fluctuation. There was no hint of happiness or anger.

"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes! I know his swordsmanship and his sword."

The man in purple looked at him coldly, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Do you know his sword skills? Did he draw his sword?"

"N-no!"

A drop of sweat dropped on Heiyan's forehead.
Chapter completed!