Of course, Li Chunjun could beat these four female monks, but the waterfall was very close to the Flower Immortal Sect. He was worried that if he hurt these female monks, he would stab the hornet's nest and cause unnecessary trouble, so he did not draw his sword.

However, the four female monks who were in a group of appearances, were in a turbulent manner, and were vicious to the west, and had to make trouble unreasonable.

He kept chasing Li Chunjun and kept saying that Li Chunjun had seen their bodies and ruined their innocence.

Faced with such unreasonable and ugly people, Li Chunjun ran away with his sword energy.

I thought I could get rid of four beautiful female monks who were as beautiful as a flower-eating woman, but Li Chunjun was blocked in a mountain range by the monks of the Flower Immortal Sect who had already heard of the news.

Faced with the siege of many enemies, Li Chunjun felt that he was young after he was young, so he fell asleep.

"I have a sword, but I'm killing someone in my dream!"

He fell asleep and before the many enemies who surrounded him came to his senses, he felt that the worlds and the worlds were covered by sword energy, and they were as if they were trapped in the mud and could not move at all.

The next moment, the sword energy in the sky was vast and it fell on their shoulders, which was a weight they could not bear.

Li Chunjun, handed a sword in his dream.

———

A sword pierced into the deep valley.

This is a weight they can't bear.

Zhao Wujiang listened and continued to absorb Yuanyin to fill the demonic energy.

Four girls with all their ties.

The spring flowers were found by Zhao Wujiang.

The summer cicadas moaned and groaned constantly, like the cicadas chirping in summer.

The autumn moon deeply understands what the sun and the moon are bright, the sun is deep, and the moon is long and the moon is long.

The winter snow meets the spring breeze, the scorching heat and the accumulated snow melts, and the flowing water at the mountain is like a storm. The winter snow also makes the young master stand up and walks through the dangerous cracks, and the sword is in the deep mountains.

Zhao Wujiang mainly plays one rain and dew, and swings the sword 18,000 times. Each person picks nine shallow and one deep, and the rhythm is perfect. Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu, and five people, with five tones, and Zhao, who is spring, summer, autumn and winter, panting and moaning.

Let’s talk about it, Li Chunjun’s side is so miserable... it’s fierce.

In Huayunzhou, a mountain range five miles away from the Huaxian Sect, there was a spring rain, with misty rain and blood red all over the sky.

Li Chunjun woke up from his dream, his clothes were stained with blood, and his cheeks were wet with blood mist.

He killed someone in his dream, but now he is invincible.

He stepped on his sword energy and continued to walk southward, stepping into the next continent he was about to travel, Nanhezhou.

Behind him were the pursuers of the Huaxian Sect, and he did not look back.

If the Venerable does not come out, who can do anything to the realm of Transformation of God?

He is a swordsman, and he can be picked up by one sword.

His eyes were lowered, a little unhappy.

It was not because he was uneasy because he killed so many people, but because he thought of another old friend who was in the same world as him.

That person is also a swordsman. To be precise, he is not only a swordsman, medical skills, literary talent, and strategy, but also a top-notch person in the world.

Unfortunately, he is dead, and it is difficult for him to meet again.

Li Chunjun took a deep breath, and the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer. He was about to draw his sword and kill Lang Lang Tianqing again.

Pay memorial to those who died of injustice.

When he and Zhao Wujiang faced the injustice of fate, the struggle between Yue Bufan and others, they did not have the ability to stop the collapse of the world, nor could they save those innocent people, or even save themselves.

Now, he came to this world with the slightest part of Zhao Wujiang and lived out of the second life.

He would step by step to the Venerable step by step, and then cut off Yue Bufan's body and soul with one sword.

None of the traitors who destroyed the world at the beginning could escape.

If Zhao Wujiang was still there, he would definitely have the same idea as me... Li Chunjun pulled out the three-foot Qingfeng behind his waist and turned around calmly.

But this time, he had no eyebrows like anger, no sword energy like frost, and only had a gentle smile, just like Zhao Wujiang at the time.

The Huaxian Sect pursued hundreds of soldiers, and he raised his sword and went up to meet him.

Even if there are thousands of people, I will go!

Although you are not here, now I have a little bit like you.

As long as I am still alive and as long as I still remember you, you will not die.

This sword, I, Li Chunjun, are for you!

With one sword, the blood mist fell, the land collapsed, and the sword energy was boundless!
Chapter completed!