Jian Wushuang held the sword in his hand deadly, his knuckles were already making a gurgling sound, and there was a look of pain in his dark eyes, but more than that...... A look of not admitting defeat and unwillingness.

What is the purpose of my sword warrior starting from being inspired to be the king of the sword?

Isn't it just to be able to step on the top one day?

What am I for, overcoming many difficulties with my sword and surviving countless life and death crises?

Isn't it just to make these four words live up to their name?

How can I have the heart to pursue martial arts, if this is really the case, if I really regress here, then what face do I have to meet Ye Seventeen, and what qualifications do I have to be as famous as Han Yidao, and so worthy of the master's years of cultivation?

No, I won't be reconciled, I still have protection in my heart, and I still have to fulfill my promise, Night Seventeen, we said we would see you on Fengyuntai!

"Kill!"

"Sword and sword! Slash! Jian Wushuang suddenly slashed down with a volley, and the momentum of the whole person changed in an instant, as if a sharp sword had just been washed away, and the edge was even worse, getting rid of the heart of timidity and having a fearless heart, which was a change of mood for Jian Wushuang, but also an improvement, a kind of comprehension of the state of mind, which was enough to make his strength improve again.

Looking at Jian Wushuang who was shrouded in swords, Han Yidao smiled with satisfaction!

"Hahaha, Jian Wushuang, now let's compete to see who kills more fog beasts!"

Jian Wushuang slashed the mist beast and said, "Han Yidao, I won't lose to you."

This word is like a sonorous oath.

The recovery of fighting spirit is more important than anything else, which is related to whether you can survive in adversity, it is obvious that Han Yidao and Jian Wushuang have the strongest fighting spirit at this moment, and the killing of the fog beast is naturally becoming more and more fierce, and naturally the two of them have opened up a path in front of them.

"Let's go, I want to see where this road leads today?"

The two of them moved forward as fast as they could, and many people were stunned when they saw the two of them crossing the passage just after they had just cut out of the passage.

"Damn, who is so fierce that he can move forward at great speed in the field of gravity?"

"This central group is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, so it's good, Lao Tzu hasn't had a happy fight for many years, this time Lao Tzu wants to abuse these so-called bullshit geniuses on Fengyuntai, so that these boys who don't know the height of the sky know that there is a sky outside the sky."

"Hahaha, the master finally cut out the way, you fog beasts, see if grandpa won't beat you up today."

The fierce battle continued, and Yeyun also cut the way in the flying battleship, but it was unknown where this path would lead.

Countless geniuses walked all the way with the path they had cut out, until a door appeared in front of them before they stopped.

Night clouds are no exception.

Looking at the door that appeared in front of him, Yeyun squinted slightly, this door exudes cold air everywhere, it seems to be made of cold iron, but when you want to touch it, it is like a phantom distorted, it is really weird.

In particular, there was a black mist shrouded in the gate, and there were faint words on it, but it was not very clear.

Yeyun immediately held his breath and condensed, and when he looked at the black mist again, he turned into a black mist beast and drew his sword without hesitation.