Chapter 217: Shot often said: The bark of the human face tree. =Music=Text=NovelThe face is more important than life for a person.

Otherwise, when fighting, the weak side will say "no slap in the face"

In fact, the face is where a person's façade is.

It's like your door is broken, will you be happy?

The answer, naturally, is no, but will be angry, and even have murderous intent.

Now the man in black with the black sword on his back feels this way.

It is said that black does not transmit color, but he clearly felt that his red face under the black ground veil was presented in everyone's eyes.

They looked at their gaze, it was so scorching, not worship but mockery, yes, in the eyes of the people of the Darkiron Heavy Sword, those burning gazes were endless mockery.

The person with the dark iron heavy sword on his back looked at Jian Ao, his bare eyes were like red crystals, flashing with crazy red light - killing intent, infinite killing intent, endless killing intent!

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated.

For a cultivator, face is more important than life, because to lose face is to be humiliated by the Dao heart.

"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Even if the voice is resisted by the black veil, it can come out, and it is still so creepy.

The strong killing intent in the words made people feel as if they were buried under the snowy mountains, and their whole bodies would tremble and tremble.

How could Canon have been so humiliated!

He is the genius disciple of the most frightening force in the entire wind domain, and those people in the door are afraid of falling in the palm of their hands, and they are afraid of turning in their mouths

, extremely respectful, how could he have said such a contradiction, even sarcasm.

The man with the black iron sword on his back, named Canon, was a genius disciple of the Shadow Gate, the first force in the Wind Domain, and his father was Kraft, a king elder of the Shadow Gate.

Originally, there was no need for such a person with status to take action, but he begged his father to let him out, saying that he wanted to solve his father's troubles.

Kraft had a son in old age, and he was very fond of him, and he couldn't bear all kinds of coquettishness, so he agreed.

The person who entrusted the task only said that he wanted him to kill a swordsman in the shadow gate, and he thought it would be easy, so he took the people of the Huang Group out, but he found that this was not a swordsman at all, and that mouth was simply comparable to that of the Sword King.

"Kill me?"

Jian Ao chuckled, the smile was pure and cute.

"You wanted to kill me, and no matter what I say, you're going to kill me. Since I know the outcome is the same, why don't I add some fun to the process!"

Jian Ao looked at him with a grin, his eyes were very clean, without a trace of impurities!

"Wow!"

The canon screamed, he had seen shameless people, but he had never seen such shameless people, he had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen such arrogant ones—he didn't take them seriously!

"My original intention is to let you live longer, at least I won't let you die as soon as I come, I want you to see more of this wonderful world, you see what a beautiful place here is beautiful mountains and rivers, lush forests and bamboos!"

Canon said lightly.

Even if he wanted to kill Jian Ao in his heart, he was still patient and finished speaking.

"It seems that you already knew that we would come a long time ago, and deliberately chose this place as your own cemetery, and you are also a smart person!"

"Yes, I don't deny it at all, I'm a smart person, and she's extremely smart!"

This time, Jian Ao nodded.

Canon: ".................."

I just want to praise him, but he is holding himself up to the sky, your narcissism is the pinnacle!

"However, I don't like to talk to idiots, especially an idiot who is about to die!"

The audience was silent!

Silent!

Falling pins can be heard!

This is no longer a subtle slap in the face, but a naked, naked slap in the face.

To put it mildly, at least those who don't have much research on language and writing can't see it, but this time it's okay, even a discerning person can see it.

This is scolding Canon, scolding him in front of this party.

The black veil on Canon's face moved without wind, a sign of his anger.

"Very well, you have succeeded in burning my anger. You've done it, so bear the consequences and accept my wrath!"

The black iron heavy sword behind Canon "Huh"

The ground fell off and fell into his hands.

Grasp the hilt of the sword with both hands, hold it above your head, and the wind under your feet will slash down the sword proudly.

He was still ten meters away as he spoke, but in the blink of an eye, he came closer, and he was only five steps away from Jian Ao.

For ordinary people, five steps was a lot of distance, but for cultivators like them, five steps was just a moment.

"Suffer death!"

Looking at the white-clothed young man who was sitting upright, as if he didn't see his attack, Jian Ao, the anger in Canon's heart was even worse - this was another slap in the face - he didn't take himself seriously.

The anger rose, and the attack under the sword naturally became more powerful.

The heavy sword has never been opened, and it is still slightly clumsy, but its power is incomparably huge.

Before the sword arrived, the earth was centered on the sword body, and a wave of energy vibrated out, breaking all the weeds next to it, revealing a layer of red and yellow earth yuan.

Of course, Jian Ao didn't see Canon's offensive, but there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

looked at the middle-aged boss who hadn't spoken yet, and then looked at the approaching killing moves.

He knew that he couldn't wait, even if they had hidden masters or even strong people, he had to do it himself, otherwise he would die under Canon's heavy sword.

His eyelids were raised, his eyes were slightly condensed, and he looked at the heavy sword in front of him.

The epee has a black oil color, but that's not the point, it's its power.

I saw that with Canon's move, circles of light condensed on the blade of the heavy sword, like blisters and dots of light.

It was Kanon who had concentrated all his strength on the heavy sword, and those circles of light seemed weak but powerful, and once he was hit by one of them, even a swordsman would be seriously injured.

"Whew!"

A sword unsheathed sounded, bringing up a sword light.

Jian Ao has struck!

A sword stabs!

There is nothing fancy about this sword, some are just a simple sword, just like the move that beginners have just begun to practice - stab, stab forward, keep stabbing!

The connoisseur will know if there is one.

Looking at this sword, the middle-aged boss's eyes showed a solemn look, although he was not a sword cultivator, it did not hinder his understanding of the realm of swordsmanship.

This sword is completely the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

Only those kendo grandmasters can do it, but I didn't expect that the weak-crowned young man in front of him had also reached this step, and he was worthy of being the person valued by the Lang Evil Prince!