"All these swords are to be cut off?"

Ye Ziheng asked, his tone trembled, but it was normal. Anyone who saw this situation had to shake a few times.

Fortunately, the Seven Star swordsman shook his head. Ye Ziheng was relieved.

"If the sword is broken by 3000, you can learn one skill."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng almost fell down every time.

"Sword, sword, sword three thousand broken!"

Three thousand swords! This is not a small amount! Just now it's just a handle. Ye Ziheng almost can't hold on. It's still 3000. It's better to take his life directly! Make complaints about

, but when Ye Zi Heng had no time to Tucao, the Seven Star swordsman jumped up from the ground and faced Ye Ziheng. Then, as soon as he raised his hand, a sword flew straight into his hand on the mountain wall full of tens of thousands of long swords.

"Ready."

As soon as the voice fell, he picked up the sword and went to kill ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng quickly raised his sword to resist it. Every move fell on the strong wind sword. Ye Ziheng could clearly feel that his arm began to shake. Within a minute, hundreds of swords were cut down. The hand holding the long sword began to tremble. His teeth clenched, and the sweat on his forehead continued to drop.

"Click!"

Finally, ye Ziheng's long-awaited voice rang out at this moment. A faint smile appeared on his face, and the whole person fell behind him with a long sigh of relief.

"It's over at last."

Ye Ziheng said, his hands were still shaking.

But at this time, the Seven Star swordsman suddenly came to him.

"Continue in three minutes."

Ye Ziheng was stunned at first and then looked at the Seven Star swordsman with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Three minutes!"

"If it's too long, a minute will do!"

Ye Ziheng wanted to say something, but before he could say it, the Seven Star swordsman slowly stood up from the ground.

"You look like you're in a good mood. Let's get started."

After that, he did not even give ye Ziheng time to explain. He took a long sword from the wall of ten thousand swords and attacked ye Ziheng with the fastest speed.

Every move of the Seven Star swordsman is a fatal attack. Ye Ziheng dare not despise it at all, so he has to hold the long sword in his hand.

With the trembling of the long sword, ye Ziheng's strength of holding the sword in his hand became stronger and stronger. The position of the palm of his hand was directly damaged by skin and blood, but ye Ziheng could not put it, nor did he dare to put it.

At this time, the seven-star swordsman suddenly raised his long sword and slashed it towards ye Ziheng's strong wind sword. Ye Ziheng saw this and immediately widened his eyes and watched the fall of the move.

"Click ~"

there was a crisp sound again. The sword in the Seven Star swordsman's hand broke again. Ye Ziheng flew out and fell heavily on the ground, and the wind thunder sword stood beside him.

Ye Ziheng gritted his teeth and stood up in pain. He wanted to lift his hand to hold the sword, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. His arm was as heavy as hundreds of Jin of lead, completely unconscious.

"Take a break and continue after half an hour."

With that, the Seven Star swordsman continued to cross his legs and sat back to his position, quietly practicing.

And ye Ziheng is also afraid to say something, he does not want to half a regular break into half a minute. Just lie down on the ground and have a rest.

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