Han Wang has a nickname in Yunjian Mountain, called Han Yijian.

Because he turned over and over, he practiced the trick of being the head sword.

The reason why Han Wang only practiced this sword was not because he had any profound ideas or maverick thinking.

It's that his comprehension is too poor, and a slightly more complex swordsmanship can be learned by others in an hour, but he often can't learn it in a day, and in his head, he is born with a string missing.

Only this sword is the easiest, and Han Wang will learn it.

Since then, Han Wang has given up other fancy swordsmanship and specialized in this most basic, the most basic, the first sword that a person must learn first to practice swords.

At first, everyone laughed at him, thinking that he was a living fool, and no one wanted to be friends with him.

But when Han Wang swung his sword 10,000 times, 100,000 times, and millions of times, and really used this sword to be almost invincible among his peers, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

Han Yijian's name changed from a derogatory term to a later positive term, and Han Wang became a role model for Yunjian Mountain to teach those disciples with average talent.

But Han Wang is not satisfied with the title of Han Yijian, people can't only have one sword.

Han Wang worked hard, and in six years, he became the current Han Sanjian.

The three moves of this stack of swords are created by him, unless he is not given a chance, once he has the opportunity to show it, even if the bucket is facing each other, he will suffer.

At the same time, three swords in a row require great arm strength, strong muscles, elasticity, and countless hard grinding.

Ordinary people can't do it at all, not to mention anything else, just this boring and boring of millions of sword swings is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Han Wang succeeded and became Han Sanjian, and the people who originally laughed at him now sincerely admire him.

Han Wang proved one thing, a genius like Douzi can succeed, and Han Wang, a fool like Han Wang, who can only learn one swordsmanship, can set foot in kendo.

In Yunjian Mountain, Han Sanjian is a legend, and when it comes to it, everyone has to give it a thumbs up.

At this time, Han Wang displayed the three moves of this stacked sword, which could be regarded as a kind of recognition from Fang Dang, admitting that Fang Dang was qualified to die under his three stacked sword moves!

The three moves of this stack of swords were displayed, and a faint smile appeared on the faces of everyone in Yunjian Mountain.

The overall situation has been decided, Fang Dang will die!

Only the Mountain Splitting Sword felt a little regretful, but thinking of Fang Dang's arrogance, this little regret also turned into dust, was blown away by the breeze, and disappeared.

Princess Jing couldn't help but scream.

Zheng Shou and the others were even more ashen, the three-fold vibrato was like a knock on their hearts, under the severe pain, the pain was unspeakable, and they even felt that they had seen Fang Dang split in half.

Gonggong Zhang's eyes were solemn, but he didn't look at Fang Dang again, but turned his head to look in the direction behind him, if Fang Dang died, he would make another plan, how could he be with Yun Jian Mountain, at this time, the five hundred black armor sword halberd sergeants should have arrived, why is there no trace yet?

Looking at the only eight Cloud Sword Mountain disciples who came, a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in Gonggong Zhang's heart,

The three clanging sounds, stacked into a long trill, but the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword in Fang Dang's hand did not fall and cut Fang Dang's hand as everyone imagined, and even split Fang Dang's arm in half like chopping wood.

Fang Dang's sword was initially held high above his head, but now, Fang Dang's sword hand sank below his shoulder.

The clothes on Fang Dang's shoulders suddenly cracked, and blood spurted out of his shoulders.

It could be seen that Fang Dang's shoulder was split by Han Wang, a hole deep into his collarbone.

However, no one cared about the injury on Fang Dang's shoulder, everyone stared at Fang Dang's sword-holding hand, and a voice sounded in their minds, "How is this possible?"

Fang Dang's hand and sword were almost as if they were welded together, and even if the sword body fell, it didn't cut Fang Dang's palm.

Of course, from their point of view, they couldn't see that Fang Dang's palm was indeed growing together with the Chiba Blind Grass Sword, and their blood was connected.

At this time, the Chiba Blind Grass Sword was not a razor-sharp sword in Fang Dang's palm, but a part of Fang Dang's own flesh and blood. No matter how the sword body of the Chiba Blind Grass Sword was smashed, it was absolutely impossible to cut Fang Dang's hand, and the two were firmly in one.

Han Wang's eyes widened, and then his heart suddenly froze, as if falling to the bottom of the sea.

The three sword stacking moves are his most powerful sword moves, and as soon as this sword comes out, no one can compete with him except for the genius of Douzi.

But this sword is too demanding, you need to maximize your muscle strength in an instant, completely beyond the limit of the physical load, if Han Wang reaches the state of strong muscles, this load is not a problem for him at all, he can even become Han Liujian, Han Qijian, but he is only in the blood quenching realm now, after the three moves of the stacked sword are displayed, his arm is sore, and in a short period of time, he can't swing the sword again.

At this time, Fang Dang was like a demon drilled out of hell, and he was also an evil ghost with clear eyes, only coldness in his eyes, and the coldness of the beast looking at its prey.

"I'll have your sword! Try it!" Fang Dang sprang up and let out a low roar, and the Thousand Leaf Blind Grass Sword in his hand slashed towards Han Wang's head with a hum.

This sword is exactly what Han Wang is best at, and he has swung the sword a million times, tens of millions of times.

The most difficult sword in the world to break is the kind of sword that is not at all fancy, straight to the point, strong in power, amazing in speed, and has to have a desperate and ruthless sword that has no return and would rather die than retreat.

This is Han Wang's understanding of his own head sword, and it is the conclusion that Han Wang has reached in countless actual battles.

At this time, the opponent in front of him has completely developed the essence of this sword, although the sword move is still a little immature, but the sword intent has arrived, which means that this guy called good luck has learned sixty percent of his Han Wang's head sword.

Han Wang never thought that he would die under the sword that he was best at and the only one he would.

He hadn't thought before, and he didn't think he would die by this sword.

Han Wang shouted, desperately raising his sword, with a loud bang, this time Han Wang was slashed out by Fang Dang, flying upside down for more than ten meters, his feet had just touched the ground, and Fang Dang's sword had already reached the top of Han Wang's head.

Han Wang's pupils contracted to the extreme, and his wrists were numb and his muscles were in severe pain, but Han Wang gritted his teeth and fought again with his sword.

There was a loud bang, Han Wang was directly chopped and flew out upside down this time, Han Wang, as Fang Dang had done before, he grabbed the ground with his hand and paused his body, the bones of Han Wang's hand that grabbed the sword had burst out, and others couldn't hear it, but Han Wang himself heard the screams from the wrist bones.

Fang Dang rushed up again, like an indispersible ghost, and the sword in his hand made a piercing screaming sound, cutting down violently.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Han Wang's eyes, his hand bones had cracked, and he could never hold this sword with one hand, so Han Wang had to hold the sword with both hands as Fang Dang had done before.

If Fang Dang can do it, he will definitely be able to do it, this is what Han Wang thinks in his heart.

Ding ding, three moves of stacking swords, only two sounds.

Han Wang laughed, "Do you think you can learn my three sword stacking moves if you hold on to your feet temporarily?" arrogant...... Huh?"

Han Wang lowered his head and stared blankly at Fang Dang's Chiba Blind Grass Sword, because this sword appeared on his feet at this time, and the sword body had been submerged in his belly.

Han Wang's breathing became short, and he slowly raised his head, his sword, his one-meter-and-five-meter long sword that ordinary people didn't dare to use and couldn't play, at this time, a small crack appeared in the middle of the sword body, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled down this crack, showing a vertical 1 on the tip of Han Wang's nose.

A trace of despair flashed in Han Wang's eyes, and he looked at Fang Dang, Fang Dang's eyes were still so clear, so he saw the bottom at first sight.

Han Wang wanted to scream I was unwilling, I didn't believe it, how could he believe that he would die under the three tricks of the stacked sword that he had worked so hard to sharpen?

Even a genius like Douzi has said that he will never be able to learn Han Wang's three sword stacking moves in his life.

His swordsmanship is not something that can only be learned by heaven, it is cultivated diligently, and he has been sharpened by swinging the sword thousands of times.

Why did some people learn the swordsmanship that took him more than ten years to practice at once?

He killed Fang Dang with three swords plus three stacked swords, but Fang Dang killed him, but only used two swords plus three stacked swords, why, this world is not fair!

He wanted to win the immortal path with the three moves of this stack of swords, and he planned to use this as the basis to condense the golden pill, how could it end like this?

In the unwilling roar in his heart, a blood line began to crack in the middle of the word Sunshine 1 that was imprinted on the tip of his nose, and this blood line became longer and longer, like a cracked earth, making a terrifying sound, and with a groan, Han Wang's fat body was split in half.

Those days of being ridiculed, those days of hard work and sharpening a sword, those days of stunned and heartfelt worship, those days full of dreams and never stopping, are destined to be frozen in this moment.

A qiē will be far away.

Han Wang stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but he didn't catch anything, and the two halves of his body fell to the sides, and the blood only spurted out at this time, like a brilliant flower blooming with life.

Han Wang's eyes were not closed until he died.

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