The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

And this sword chant seemed to be that Qinggang was singing loudly, and the killing intent in it was directly approaching the disciples in the formation.

The turbulent Qi and blood in their bodies ran wildly without worrying about the sound of sword chants that became louder and louder.

But the fragile soul thought that he was on the cruel battlefield, facing Qinggang's murderous aura that would sweep the world.

Chu Heng paused for a moment, then softly chanted, "Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

Finally, blood flowed from the mouths of those disciples with low cultivation bases.

The autumn is as chilling as God's will. These disciples who have never experienced real cruelty finally couldn't help the timidity in their hearts and began to go crazy.

Endless hatred and fear radiated from the old man's eyes.

Chu Heng's feet were so fast that he couldn't find a chance to kill Chu Heng for a while.

At this time, the disciples in this formation have already begun to weaken.

Seeing Chu Heng stop, he was overjoyed, the long sword in his hand carried the yin and yang sword energy, and he was about to kill this fellow.

"Horse Zuo - Lu Feikuai, bow like - thunderbolt strings startled."

Chu Heng sang leisurely, but his figure suddenly swayed!

For example, above the palace, the fastest horse gallops above the sky.

Another example is the bow and arrow that Hou Yi shot at the great sun. Although he is a mortal, he has the supreme fighting spirit.

Changhong runs through the sun, and thunderbolts startle the strings.

He finally made the first sword.

The unity of man and sword can reach the Tao.

All the sword energy, all the killing intent, are condensed in this sword.

If there is a god in swordsmanship, then this sword must be the god of swordsmanship.

If there is a demon in the sword technique, then this sword must be the demon of the sword technique.

This is not a swordsmanship that belongs to the world.

The old Taoist stared blankly at the white hair that had been chopped off by his ear, and heard the last line sung by Chu Heng.

"If it's not your power, it's not yours."

"The Kunlun Sword Formation is not your strength, nor is Kunlun's ten-thousand-year reputation. You are just a frog in a well."

Poor and sad. .

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Chapter One Thousand and Forty-three

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"Big elder!"

All the disciples of Kunlun cried out in surprise, and saw Chu Heng's sword passing by his ear. ~)

The white hair broke and flew all over the sky.

As long as Chu Heng is willing, at this moment, he can take the old man's life.

But he didn't.

The old Taoist's face turned red, although he saved his life, but the embarrassment in his heart at this moment made him wish that he had already died under this sword.

"Do you think that with Kunlun's name, you can make the world bow down?"

Chu Heng looked at his bluish and uncertain face, and sighed in disappointment.

"Kunlun, Kunlun! If Kunlun only has housekeeper dogs like you, it's no wonder that it will decline like this."

All the Kunlun disciples showed angry looks on their faces, but they could only hold back in their hearts when they thought of his swordsmanship that amazed everyone just now.

"Eight Zero"

In the realm of comprehension, the strong are respected.

"Dog thief, you have strong self-restraint today, it's okay to hurt my Kunlun people, how dare you humiliate me like this."

The Taoist nun, who was already pale, turned pale when she heard this, picked up the fly whisk in her hand, and said through gnashing teeth: "Today you just defeated my Kunlun outer sect, so you dare to speak so wildly. You are not afraid that there are mountains beyond the mountains. anyone there?"

Chu Heng was almost dumbfounded.

"Heh, I didn't know how to write the words "reverse black and white" until now when I saw your honorable master."

"The person who deliberately murdered my wife is your Kunlun disciple!"

"Fart, you are talking nonsense here, slandering my disciple, why should I believe you." The nun's face was flushed.

Chu Heng looked at the Taoist nun, wondering if she was naive or stupid: "Today, your precious disciple, if you can swear with your Dao heart here, that she never intentionally murdered Yilin and Zhiruo, I apologize to you Kunlun today. If you meet your Kunlun disciple in the future, stay away! You dare to ask her?"

No one dared to speak.

Swearing with Dao heart is almost the heaviest oath for ascetics.

If a cultivator violates his Dao heart, let alone improving his cultivation in the future, he may even become mad and his veins will be broken.