Those who use swords will not be able to use swords if they don’t love swords.

Those who use swords will not know how to use swords if they are not sincere.

Only by being extremely sincere to a sword can one use a sword to erect and use a sword to be what others cannot do.

Things in this world are so simple. Only by focusing on one thing can you fully burst out energy.

If you can't do it, you're not focused enough.

This is what the swordsman Kungang thought, so he was very focused - the nails on his hands were cut clean and neatly, and the clothes he was wearing were always exactly the same.

There was no flaw on the sword, it was as smooth as water, with hair blown and hair broken, and the cold air was rushing.

Following Xuan Huang is because it is a strong man, just like joining the dark cloud and following Cassia. It can make your sword useful and prevent your sword from hanging around your waist.

Because his sword is a killer sword, his sword move is a killer sword move.

It is precisely because the sword is too sharp that his heart is as cold as the sword, allowing himself to cut through the waves without any restraint.

Whether in the mission space or the God Kingdom space, when he became a peerless swordsman from a cold weapon enthusiast, he never thought of letting down the sword at his waist.

Because of the exchange, his body became stronger and stronger, and his understanding of the sword became stronger and stronger. This made him very satisfied, because this was exactly what he needed and what he wanted.

However, the mission space has the heart of the world, and the divine stone in the Kingdom of God... Why does such a thing exist? Such something should not exist!

If a weak, lazy, a guy who has not realized the power accidentally gets the divine stone, he can fight against all the strong people in the general sense, even if you work hard!

Kungang hates this kind of thing. The existence of such things is simply a subversion of the rules - no matter how hard you try, how much sweat you shed, as long as the other party is lucky, you will be helpless with the other party.

Not only that, Kungang discovered that as long as he continued to survive, he had to break the situation of fully believing in the sword in his hand, and he had to use the divine stone as an auxiliary.

In the face of such a choice, Kungang finally chose to survive and let himself merge with the Stone of Divineness.

The sword in his hand was still as sharp as ever, but Kungang himself felt a little guilty, as if he had betrayed something.

After returning from training from the mission world, Kungang looked cold and walked towards the headquarters of the Dark Cloud.

Although I know that my heart has not changed, is my sword still the same sword?

"It's been a long time no see, Kungang."

A voice said.

Kungang stopped, turned around, and looked at the other party. The white robe that Kungang wore was wearing, and the other party was wearing white clothes, but it was just a thick white cloak.

Both of them had swords around their waists, and they were in the same posture.

If the two hadn't looked different, others would have thought that these two were twin brothers.

"Shengbai?" Kungang asked.

The man opposite smiled: "It looks like you haven't forgotten your old friend yet."

Kungang's face turned cold: "Is that so? Why don't I remember having a fake friend like you?"

The person who came was a copy of Fan Wanwen, with a strange smile on his face and did not look ugly because he was exposed.

"It seems that you already know the news of Fan Wanwen's death. I'm a little sorry, this is really bad news for you who treat Fan Wanwen as your opponent."

Kungang looked at him without saying anything, but invisibly Fan Wanwen's copy felt his problem: So what?

Copying Fan Wanwen laughed: "You may feel uncomfortable with this, but I don't think you need it at all. Because there are so many people in this world who can be your opponent. Fan Wanwen, who was not dead at the time, is just a very clumsy one."

"Do you know these things very well?" Kungang asked.

The facial expression of the copy-type Fan Wanwen is obviously completely inherited from Fan Wanwen's body. The muscles on his face were thrust, making a strange smile that was not good-looking: "Of course. A stupid woman, in order to look up to Xu Le-oh, you may not know this yet. That Cassia is Xu Le, and Cassia is just his code name."

"In order to flatter him, the stupid woman gave me Fan Wanwen's memory. On this basis, I easily surpassed Fan Wanwen and understood Fan Wanwen's life and death sword."

Kungang looked at him: "I didn't see anything beyond him. You are so impetuous that you don't look like a person with a sword on your body. Judging from your current performance, you insulted your sword."

Copy style Wanwen stopped his strange smile and his eyes became sharp: "Kungang, if I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless. I would only better find out who was in front of me before saying this."

Kungang looked at him lightly: "Being able to say such words means you can no longer be considered a swordsman."

"Are you still practicing swords recently?"

"What's your lie?" Copying Fan Wanwen replied: "Of course I practice swords. Do you think it's just diligence?"

Kungang looked indifferent: "Since that's the case, do you feel that although your power has increased, your control over swordsmanship is regressing? Although you have mastered the sword moves, it is becoming more and more difficult to use? You are almost unable to use them?"

The copy style Wanwen was obviously surprised and looked at Kungang: "How did you know?"

"Because anyone who changes from a swordsman to an ordinary person has this process. First, he shakes himself, and then shakes his belief in using a sword. Next, you will never be able to have a long sword again, you can only have a cold weapon." Kungang said.

The copy style Wan Wen was slightly stunned. After a while, a smile appeared in his voice: "Wouldn't this be true for me?"

"Just to your wish?"

"That's right! It's just right! Why did I become like this now? Because I want to prove that I am not just a copy of Fan Wanwen, nor is it Fan Wanwen anymore. I am me, not anyone!"

"If it's not a swordsman, then it's not a swordsman. It's better if I don't be a swordsman Fan Wanwen, because I want to be a unique me, and no one knows my future me!" said Fan Wanwen of the copying system.

Kungang nodded slightly: "Your idea is pretty good, it's just a pity. From the beginning, for you, swords are just weapons."

Pressing his palm on the long sword around his waist, Kungang said, "Draw the sword."

"Draw the sword?"

Copy style Wanwen repeated the sentence and said, "Don't you want to know the whereabouts of 'Lishui'?"

Kungang's hand couldn't help but tighten, and his eyes became cold: "I thought you just had no idea of ​​a swordsman, but I didn't expect that you would even lose the concept of being a human."

"Is the meaning of your existence just disgusting?"

"No, no, of course not. Just like what I said before, I just asked you, do you want to know the whereabouts of 'Lishui'? In my memory, you don't seem to have much feelings for her. Are you actually still caring about her now?" said Wanwen, a copy style.

"It has nothing to do with you." Kungang replied briefly.

Copy system Wanwen said: "How come it has nothing to do with me? I am now a member of the Tiandao Organization, and 'Lishui' is also a member of the Tiandao Organization. As long as I want to, I can find her at any time. Please don't get me wrong. I just want to help you and connect with each other."

Kungang glanced coldly on his face: "It's full of lies. Instead of saying this, you might as well be more direct and tell me what you want."

“I seem to want quite a lot…”

"Don't go too far!" Kungang shouted sternly.

"But there is only one requirement for the moment." Copying Fan Wanwen said, "Tell me the information about the Dark Cloud you know in the original form. Maybe I will consider letting you and 'Lishui'..."

"Bored, I refuse." Kungang said.

Copying style Wanwen was stunned: "You refuse?"

"Of course, I refuse." Kungang said again.

"Why? Isn't 'Lishui' the woman you like?" shouted Copy Fan Wanwen.

Kungang said lightly: "This is my business, you don't need to worry about it."

Copying style Wanwen immediately changed his tone: "Since that's the case, there is no need to tell you any reason. Now I will capture you and let you join the Tiandao Organization. In this way, you will have no way to resist."

Kungang drew his sword: "If you can do it, I will have no complaints if I lose. I hope you can draw the sword in front of me this time."

However, the copying style Fan Wanwen did not draw his sword, but directly opened his own world and wrapped Kungang inside.

"That's too troublesome, use this faster."

Kungang silently put the long sword in his hand into the sheath: "You are indeed not a swordsman."

Copy style Wanwen laughed and said, "Who cares if you are a swordsman or not? Come with me!"

“Where to go?”
Chapter completed!