The sword trace, the long eyebrow, the emergence of pitfalls in the eyes exudes a dense cold root without concealing the intention!
Nangong Ling quickly pulled Su Mo’s sleeve and said, "Little Martial Uncle, don’t be impulsive. You can’t beat him with a sword!"
After some changes, Nangong Ling’s attitude towards Su Mo has quietly changed.
Willow smoke-laden look worried and said, "Uncle, it’s a big deal to give them this stone. We don’t need to fight with them."
Sword repair is extremely dangerous!
Sword repair is a way of killing, but only when the sword comes out will it be returned!
Su Mo’s indifference is still a sword trace, and the momentum is not falling!
Sword trace grinned. "You are not a sword clan."
The monks in the original Fengyun City were Su Mo, a sword clan, and they didn’t react until now.
"Since it’s not Jianzong who sees me, don’t you worship?"
Sword trace (turn)
"I want to worship?"
Sue ink light rhetorical question.
"Ha ha!"
Sword trace laughed proudly and said, "Jianzong is a pilgrimage site for heavenly sword repair. I am the most outstanding person of Jianzong. If you don’t worship me, you will disrespect Jianzong!"
"If you disrespect Jianzong, you will die!"
Hearing this, many monks shook their heads secretly.
"This man’s finished, and it’s really a seasoned road to get into the sword trail."
"It’s his own sharp edge that he deserves to see the sword Sect not worship and not know how to converge and fall here!"
The nangongshan ling three people look anxious but don’t know what to do.
Just then, the sword trace added, "But I don’t think it’s easy for you to practice. I will spare your life if I give you a chance to follow me."
"This is a big chance!"
"I didn’t expect this to be a thing of the past."
"Being able to follow the sword trail means a chance to join the sword Sect. This man is really lucky."
Everyone was filled with emotion.
At this time, everyone heard a sneer and was full of ridicule and banter.
"Just because you deserve me to follow?"
Chapter nine hundred and fourteen Hit you and you can’t pull out your sword!
When the voice fell, it was an uproar!
Despise!
Extreme contempt!
Many monks looked at Su Mo as if they were looking at a dead man.
