A dull thunder suddenly exploded.

The sword light unexpectedly rose up again like rising and falling waves after melting, turning into three thunders in succession, attacking Xie Xiaofeng.

Jiang Dali calmly conveyed the voice of his soul.

"Xie Xiaofeng, this is not the knife I want to ask about!!"

Xie Xiaofeng's sword technique changed. It was not sharp, but natural and just right.

After the sword was thrust out, it seemed that it turned into thirteen sword lights in an instant.

His swordsmanship is as light as the wind and moves like water, just like the running water on the mountain. When it flows down, you can clearly see that there are gaps in it, but by the time you reach out your hand, the flowing spring has already been filled.

This gap.

The flaw in the third young master's sword is not a flaw at all, but the perfection itself.

However, as soon as these thirteen swords were released, it was like the wind had a low murderous sound, the water turned into a torrent, and the whole world seemed to have a strong murderous aura.

Thirteen deadly swords!

This sword has already left a deep mark on Xie Xiaofeng's life.

Although Yan Shisan died, his swordsmanship, his will and spirit have always lived on Xie Xiaofeng, and have even become stronger...

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Chapter completed!