Gu Han's face was covered with bloodstains.

And Mr. Jian...

His face was already covered in blood and looked extremely terrifying.

Click!

Click!

A series of light sounds came, but Zhan Qing's hardness was simply incomparable to the black sword. Cracks continued to appear on the sword's body.

"Zhan Qing!"

Master Jian gritted his teeth.

"Why are you so useless!"

"You know nothing!"

Gu Han stared at Zhan Qing's long sword, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

"This sword is actually good, it's just that you can't do it."

"What!"

"Fancy, not useful!"

“…”

Hearing words.

Mr. Jian was stunned for a moment.

This sentence.

He is too familiar with it.

Back then, he was full of energy and went to meet the old blind man. After receiving his comments, he regarded him as an idol. At that time, Chongming also said a few words to him. No one knew except him and Fang Xing.

.

"Swords are just right, but people can't do it."
Chapter completed!