Ordinary people are not affected much, they just feel a little cold in their bodies.

Qin Yang frowned, and then felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have suddenly changed and he came to the battlefield of Jinjie and Iron Horse.

He seemed to see a figure standing tall.

The figure held a sword, and the heads of countless people flew up as the sword intent passed!

Qin Yang looked over hard and suddenly realized that the sword held by the figure was the bloody and fury of the sand.

However, the blood rage in his hand was already stained with blood and turned into a sword of killing.

I don’t know how many enemies this sword has slashed! How much blood has bathed!

This sword has a spirit!

These four words flashed through Qin Yang's mind like thunder, and then he suddenly woke up.

Looking back, Mo Ruyuan had been kept a distance from the bloody rage.

Mo Ruyuan didn't move at all, but his right hand was scratched by the sword energy, and blood was ticking down.

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, as powerful as a demon sword, could he not draw out the sword?

It seems that this sword is indeed something that is beyond the reach of a person!

Li Chunfeng smiled and said, "Demon Sword, you are as rough as ever, and you are subduing a sword, that's not the case."

"Why do you think the sword is the same as in your hands? Just be defeated?"

Li Chunfeng flew over and came to the face of the angry blood and sand.

"Jiang Baidao, let me try it first! If I pull it out, this sword will belong to me!"

"At that time, even your killing sword may not be my opponent holding bloody rage and sinking into sand!"

Li Chunfeng put his palm on and held the hilt of the sword.

The buzzing sounds again!

The bloody aura was about to burst out, suddenly, an inexplicable aura suddenly burst out on Li Chunfeng's body.

This momentum is very grand and powerful, but it is not overbearing, not powerful, and not barbaric!

On the contrary, this momentum was like a gentle spring breeze that gently brushed across the exhibition hall.

Everyone seemed to have entered a certain artistic conception, green mountains, green water, small bridges, and wooden houses.

The sound of the water flows is clear and beautiful, flowing in everyone's ears!

Close your eyes, it seems like there is a tea fragrance spreading.

The whole person's mind began to relax.

The gentleman's sword posture!

Qin Yang took a deep breath. Is this the origin of the gentleman sword?

Sure enough, there is a true meaning in it!

No wonder these people were become little sword immortals.

Even he had to admire that it was simple to realize that no one who could fully match his swordsmanship with him was.

The gentleman's sword force actually suppressed the killing force of bloody anger and sand.

The bloody wind just now did not spread again!

Li Chunfeng's expression became solemn, and he slowly drew out blood and angrily sand!

The sound of the friction between the sword body and the scabbard entered everyone's ears!

Gong Shucheng's expression changed slightly. Can Li Chunfeng draw out this sword?

This doesn't fit the wishes of the Gong family!

However, just one-third of the sword body was unsheathed, Li Chunfeng suddenly felt angry.

With a stern sound, the bloody anger sinks into the sand and returns to the scabbard!

The gentleman's sword power also disappeared in an instant.

Li Chunfeng stopped in front of the sword box for a long time, and then he suddenly laughed.

“Failed.”

Li Chunfeng shook his head and walked aside.

Everyone here was shocked and took a breath of air conditioning!
Chapter completed!