The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

There was a wry smile on Jiang Qing's face. This silly girl, who turned into a sword spirit herself and managed to survive, is not reluctant to let him go. How could he, Jiang Qing, be willing to be manipulated by others?

"You can't stay in a female university, that's all, if it happens, it's just a matter of life."

Under the thunder light, Chu Heng felt it more deeply than the few of them. He couldn't see his cultivation level clearly when he first saw the Prison King. Today, when he faced him directly, he realized that he was far stronger than he estimated.

If there are immortals in this world, the Prison King Ming is definitely stronger than immortals.

The demon-locking tower locked his freedom, but in the demon-locking tower, he was almost a god, and he could do whatever he wanted, and he could mobilize the power of the entire seal to make the world his own. +]

Standing under the sea of ​​thunder, Chu Heng felt that he had been repelled by the Demon Locking Tower, and even felt the anger in the world, as if he was a stain and impurity that could not exist in the world.

Still waiting for him to react, a slender figure has already stood in front of him, Linger!

Her beautiful hair was flying in the frenzy, her face was dignified and firm, she looked at Lei Hai in front of her, her jade fingers were twisted, and her whole body was emitting a blue light.

"With my blood, turn the world upside down!

Blood flowers were flying in the air, and two drops of blood essence dripped from her fingertips, flying towards the sea of ​​thunder.

That blood was like a bullet, piercing through the thunder that filled the sky.

"What kind of blood are you? Nvwa? I have never heard of this name before, and you can break up my heaven and earth cage?" King Zhenyu Ming looked at Ling'er with a livid face, and she borrowed herself from the Demon Locking Tower. All the power of heaven and earth was expelled.

"It seems that Xiaoqiao was your origin before, it doesn't matter, after I catch you, I will study it carefully!"

King Zhenyu Ming didn't seem to even look at the thunder sea he had just done, and stretched out his hand, a giant black hand floated in the air, grabbing Ling'er in the air.

And Ling'er, whose heart was full of passion, turned even paler at this time, and facing the giant hand, she was as beautiful and fragile as fragile glass.

Sword light rises!

A phantom of a long sword lay across the void, stabbing at the giant hand.

"Ling'er, don't you believe in your husband?" Chu Heng stretched out his left hand and embraced Ling'er's slender waist. On his right hand, the sword energy of the Qinggang sword was vertical and horizontal, and the sound of piercing the sky whizzed past. The phantom formed by the sword light, tired Like a bird falling into the forest, hitting the giant black hand...  

Ever since Qinggang became a magic sword, not only is it extremely sharp, but its sword energy is even more indestructible. At this time, when it was duel with King Zhenyu Ming, Chu Heng knew that this was the most disparate battle in his life, but he only felt pity for Linger in his heart. Heshi's determination to kill Prince Ming.

The spiritual power of Chu Heng's whole body was spinning wildly. Under the astonished gaze of the King of Prison Ming, it surged into the green hill, giving birth to sword lights, and the sword energy became more and more wanton. The Qinggang Sword has already sent out ten thousand sword lights, smashing the giant hand into pieces.

The sword energy was like a tornado, piercing through the void and rushing towards King Zhenyu Ming.

King Zhenyu Ming turned a blind eye to it, stretched out his palm, and looked at the sword light striking him with some curiosity.

With one hand, the entire river of sword light was annihilated.

In an instant, the space returned to silence.

The King of Prison Ming silently withdrew his palm, and looked at his palm. There was a small wound in the palm, and strands of black blood were flowing out from the wound.

"Good sword!"

He stared at Qinggang with some fiery eyes, and repeated: "Good sword!"

"This sword is in your hand. It is cast by a bright pearl. You are not worthy to use it. I will offer this sword on 4.4. I will leave you as a corpse." King Zhenyu Ming looked at Chu Heng with some contempt. Heng, regardless of his cultivation base or mana, is not worth mentioning, but this green gang, although it is made of ordinary iron, already has spiritual wisdom and has a bright future.

He originally wanted to praise all the cheap people in the world, but at this time, it was even more natural.

After hearing this, Chu Heng was not only not angry, but laughed out loud.

"Qinggang and I depend on each other for life. He has been by my side since the day I used the sword. I have achieved great sword skills. He has witnessed my growth. He gave birth to wisdom. I am very happy to have another partner."

Chu Heng raised the sword in his hand and said, "He is a good sword, and I am also a good swordsman. It's not that I'm unworthy, but you don't understand what a swordsman's heart is!"

A blue light emerged from his sword. .

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Chapter [-] This sword is named—Heavenly Sword!

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The wind stopped, Chu Heng closed his eyes, Linger's worried eyes behind him, Xiaogu's anxious eyes, and Jiang Waner's persistent waiting were all forgotten by him. (—)

Even the incomparably powerful King of Prison Ming in front of him, the fear of death and the pursuit of power in his heart never caused any ripples in his heart at this critical moment.

At this moment, apart from himself, there is only the sword in his hand.

"Sword, what is it?" He held the very familiar sword in his hand, but his heart began to feel strange.

Since the day he learned swordsmanship, this green spine has never left his body. It is one zhang and three inches long and weighs seven catties. He can draw the feel of the handle and the shape of the blade even with his eyes closed.

He used it to kill countless wicked people, and defeated many heroes.

Later, it became wise and became a magic sword. Everyone shouted and beat it, and he never thought of abandoning it.

It was only today, between life and death, that he realized that he didn't understand it!

"You, you have been waiting for a long time!" Chu Heng opened his eyes, looked at Qinggang in his hand, and said apologetically.

He raised his eyes, and the invincible 16-figure figure of King Zhenyu Ming came into his eyes.

"I have a sword, so heroes and heroes can also be slashed, and even the world's top talent can be slashed."

"I have a sword that can cut the heavens, the earth and the stars, and the endlessness of the ten directions."

"I have a sword, you can cut it too, and I can cut it too."

"The name of this sword—Heavenly Sword!"