Comprehensive Martial Arts: Playing the Myth of Martial Arts, Asking Sword Xueyuecheng

“Look, this person is Yan Nantian, who is known as the Southern Heavenly Sword in Daming, and it is said that more than ten years ago, this person once entered the apocalypse with the Heavenly Sword Cold Wind, forcing the emperor to leave and had to release Li Xinyue.”

“Where? Let me see. ”

In a tea house, some ordinary Jiuzhou genius disciples pointed at Yan Nantian and his group, very excited.

Among them, there are also disciples of Snow Moon City.

“This breath is so strong, I can’t even breathe in front of him.”

Luo Mingxuan was shocked and looked at a disciple of Snow Moon City beside him.

Couldn’t help but think of the cold wind.

It is estimated that only such characters are worthy of befriending the cold wind!

“Look at the few people around them, everyone’s breath is not under Yan Nantian.”

“What kind of people are these, and the strength is so strong.”

“When I saw them, I felt as if I was facing a master.”

One of the Snow Moon City disciples changed color in shock.

It’s unimaginable.

It’s such a bunch of strongmen.

It is rare to see it in a hundred years.

Now they all appear in their own Snow Moon City.

Yan Thirteen pouted and frowned: “The strength of these people is really too weak, I really don’t know why Cold Wind has to go to Snow Moon City, what kind of ten-year contract?” If I want to say that it is not quick to directly enter the apocalypse, show the sword and show virtue, and complete the earth-shattering event thirteen years ago? ”

These people completely made him unable to make a move.

It’s better to kill into the apocalypse quickly.

“People don’t come here to compete.”

Lu Xiaoji and Ye Kai looked at each other, and a playful smile appeared on their faces.

“Ten-year contract, not to compete, or to do something?” Ximen Chuixue said lightly.

“Hehe, vulgar, your competition can only be compared outside, people are competing in the room, can this be the same?” Lu Xiaoji said disdainfully.

“Only people like you will be full of dirty brains, as a swordsman, a woman will only affect the speed of my hand drawing the sword, there is no woman in my heart, and the natural god of drawing the knife.” Fu Hongxue gently stroked the knife in her hand.

“Thirteen years ago, I lost at his hands, and now I am stronger than before.” At this time, Ye Gucheng said.

This time I came to Snow Moon City, in addition to being invited by the cold wind, to complete the earth-shattering event thirteen years ago.

The remaining purpose was to ask the sword cold wind.

“After more than ten years, he must be stronger.”

“Although you have reached the Sword Immortal Realm, haven’t you heard the legend?”

“People kill iQue with a sword, why do you fight with others?”

At this time, another person said that it was Xie Xiaofeng, who was known as the Sword God.

“I compare him with a sword, not a cultivation.” Ye Gucheng didn’t care.

“Having said that, it’s still a pity that I can’t fight him.”

“Unexpectedly, just more than ten years have passed, he has reached this point.”

“It is really sad that he was born in the same era.”

Yan Nantian sighed.

As a genius swordsman who was once a great Song.

but lost at the hands of Cold Wind.

It was the pain of his life.

I thought ten years had passed.

He has reached the realm of the Sword Immortal.

But did not think.

Now he has reached a point where he can’t reach the dust.

Back then.

Several people fought swords.

Although the cold wind can overcome them, it is only slightly better.

Now they are far behind.

So much so that even he couldn’t help but feel a hint of frustration.

“yes.”

“After more than ten years of cultivation, he finally reached the point where he once was.”

“But I didn’t expect him to go wild again.”

Ximen Chuixue also sighed.

There was a pause.

Continue.

“However, although it is a little sad, I feel more lucky.”

“Because he’s what drives me.”

“Without him.”

“I’m afraid I’m still stuck in that realm and can’t move forward.”

Although some marveled at the cultivation of the cold wind.

But he was not discouraged.

There are even some lucky.

Because, as a swordsman.

Being able to have a motivating goal, motivation to move forward.

How to say, it is also a very admirable thing.

Don’t mention them.

Let’s just say Snow Moon City.

Over time, the population has grown and the sound has soared.

Jean had to demolish some of the surrounding buildings.

Make room for these quacks to live.

Or else with this level of fullness.

I’m afraid the cold wind hasn’t arrived yet.

I have already begun to fight for the place to live.

A day later.

Daqin’s genius swordsman Ghost Valley descendants, Gai Nie Weizhuang, Zhang Wuji, Yang Guo, Guo Jing and others arrived one after another.

It was late that evening.

Some of the fists are known as the kings of power, Li Shenzhou, Xiao Qiushui, Wang Xiaoshi, Liu Suifeng, Yan Fei, Lang Tuoyun and others also came to the overcrowded Xueyue City.

In addition, Southern Murong Beiqiao Feng, Lu Chen, Song Shidao, Li Shimin, Zhang Wuji, Ouyang Mingri, Shangguan Yan and others who had arrived before.

Basically, the entire Central Plains Kyushu, all the genius disciples, came more than half.

“Why hasn’t the cold wind come yet, if I don’t come, my Snow Moon City will be demolished by them.”

Looking at the overcrowded Snow Moon City below, Sikong Changfeng couldn’t help but rub his head.

The strength of these people is very strong.

If you don’t agree with a word, you will fight.

At the Sword Immortal level alone, there are no less than dozens.

Although he is known as the gun fairy.

But don’t dare to be too harsh on these people.

Not to mention subduing them.

Only when the cold wind comes, it will suppress them with great force.

In order to let them sit there obediently.

“It should be soon!”

“Just now the news came from the cobweb, it has passed the beauty village, and it is estimated that it will take another three days to reach Xueyue City.”

Li Hanyi, a fairy who was as beautiful as a fairy, did not pay attention to Sikong Changfeng, who was angry and corrupted, and a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.