This sword had already left deep traces in his heart. It can be said that although Yan Shisan was dead, his swordsmanship had been alive on Xie Xiaofeng!

At this time, Xie Xiaofeng's attainment in the Death Thirteen Swords was definitely not as bad as Yan Shisan who lived to this day!

Fang Ming's eyes flashed, and the silver dragon sword in his hand turned into a white line.

The Thirteen Death-taking Swords were broken by one sword.

After Xie Xiaofeng's thirteenth sword was stabbed out, all the changes seemed to have been exhausted, and it seemed that the flowing water had reached its end. Then, his sword slowed down, and his sword power became very slow.

He suddenly stabbed the fourteenth sword!

The sword aura and murderous aura on the death-taking sword were terrifying, as if the sky was covered with clouds. When the sword stabbed out, it suddenly pushed the dark clouds away, and the sunlight appeared.

It is not the warm and gentle sunshine, but the scorching sun that flows through gold and stone, and the red sunset as red as blood. When this sword is pierced, all the changes have really come to an end. The flowing water that has reached the end is now like it has completely dried up, reaching the ultimate of swordsmanship!

The ultimate mortal swordsmanship!

Bang!

When the two swords were handed over, Fang Ming's figure retreated quickly.
Chapter completed!