Desire, obstruction, action, ending.

Seven hundred and eighteenth!

Every time he raised his arm, the muscles of his whole body were pulled as if they were cracked, no, they had been torn, and the flesh and bones of the whole body were separating, sweat, soaking into the ubiquitous cracks, transmitting the incomparably clear pain to him.

The hilt of the sword in his hand seemed to have thorns, and he could barely hold the sword in both hands, and the weight of the sword became heavier for a while, as if he was holding the heaviest sword in the world, and as soon as he let go, he could smash a hole in the ground.

Can't stop!

Can't stop!

Li Jiang kept reminding himself that he was still far away, even if he couldn't defeat Yuan Gao, he would have to defeat Gao Bi, how could the name of the Sword Saint in his previous life be abandoned, that reputation was admired by the world, and now, he was going to be despised, he couldn't continue to be so easy.

Sweat dripped onto the placket, sweat wet the chest and back, and sweat stuck the sideburns hair to the face.

That's enough!

He seemed to hear someone say that to him.

Isn't it possible for you to defeat Qin Huaiyu casually? Zhao Hu is not as good as you! Wu Baosheng is not as good as you! Even Ma Qiancheng may not be able to defeat you without the jade beetle!

Why are you still working so hard?

Can't stop!

Can't stop!

His martial arts are not a little bit worse than Hua Ying, let alone compared to Qin Shuang and Qingyue?

But you are still young, and there will be time in the future, when those people are as old as you, are they really so powerful?

The sword in Li Jiang's hand was extremely heavy, his arm could barely be raised, and the sweat blurred his vision, he raised his hand and wiped the sweat in front of him with the back of his hand, and everything was still as usual.

Except for the pair of embroidered shoes embroidered with lotus flowers that appeared behind the stones, no one else looked at them anymore.

His movements slowed down!

"Brother Li Jiang!" Dongfang Junlan suddenly burst out of her upper body, "Brother Li Jiang, you don't want to practice swords today!"

No way!

Li Jiang said categorically in his heart, but his mouths seemed to grow together and he couldn't open them.

"You have injuries on your body, can you practice again when the injuries are healed? You have already pulled out 1,471 times! More than when you were not injured before!" Dongfang Junlan's tone was full of concern, she didn't care how powerful Li Jiang was, she only hoped that Li Jiang could be by her side.

What else is important to her?

Li Jiang looked at Dongfang Junlan coldly.

He was a little shaken, maybe he was really in a hurry, there was an injury on his body, sweat soaked into the wound, and it was extremely painful, and the top priority at the moment was to heal the injury first!

The sword in Li Jiang's hand has been in the sheath for a long time unconsciously!

Dongfang Junlan saw Li Jiang put away his sword, and walked forward in three steps and two steps, "Brother Li Jiang, let's go back! I have already instructed Du Juan to boil hot water for you, go back to wash your body, and then take the medicine prescribed by Dr. Hu! Will you come back tomorrow?"

Seeing that Dongfang Junlan was less than five steps away from him, but each step seemed as long as a year to him.

Suddenly, the sweat all over his body was like a flood that burst the embankment, flowing wantonly, and his face, hair, neck, and armpits, the clothes that were quickly soaked were clinging to his body, and he seemed to have smelled a strong smell of sweat.

"Brother Li Jiang, look at you, you don't want to be the number one in swordsmanship, I will still follow you if you don't have to work so hard!" Dongfang Junlan originally wanted to say that even if you don't work so hard, I will continue to love you!

"You don't want to be the number one in swordsmanship!"

This sentence was like a knife, stabbing straight into Li Jiang's heart.

The name of the Juggernaut!

The name of the Sword Saint he cared about the most, this was the only thing worthy of praise left to him by Su Ya's death, "Because I love you! I became what I am today!" He didn't know how many times he had said this to Su Ya in his dreams, but now, even Dongfang Junlan didn't think he was a Sword Saint!

After Suya's death!

What's he doing?

Is it just pretending to defeat a group of dying old men and saying that this is his revenge?

"No!"

He doesn't allow anyone to touch his bottom line, he is a sword saint, the first swordsmanship that people in the world worship.

Even if he no longer falls in love with Su Ya in this life, he must protect the only one in his heart!

"Brother Li Jiang!" Dongfang Junlan didn't understand why Li Jiang was obviously about to stop just now, but in an instant, he pulled out his sword again, and that cold light seemed to be able to force back the heat of the whole summer, thus making her feel cold, desolate, sad, and lonely.

"Let's go!"

Dongfang Junlan was by his side, and it was impossible for him to concentrate on practicing swords!

"I'm not leaving!"

Before Dongfang Junlan could say anything, Li Jiang had already flashed behind her, Dongfang Junlan just called "Brother Li Jiang", only to feel a pain in the back of her head, and fainted.

Li Jiang hurriedly supported Dongfang Junlan, and looking at Dongfang Junlan's still handsome face, he put Dongfang Junlan on a relatively flat stone. Then he stepped aside and went to practice his sword.

Until he can't lift his hands anymore!

Three thousand one hundred and eighty-seven times!

His whole body suddenly looked like a bronze statue, standing in place in a daze, his eyes suddenly closed.

Suddenly, his whole body fell straight down.

"Haha!"

There was a burst of laughter, and then three people came out from behind the stone.

The person in front of the middle is naturally Wanhuan, standing on the left hand side of Wanhuan is a middle-aged man wearing Wanjia's black practice clothes, the middle-aged man is about forty years old, two thick eyebrows seem to be written by a calligrapher who does not go off the heart of the inverted eight characters, the left is gathered, the right is wide, the copper-colored face is full of horizontal meat, the thick lower lip tightly wraps the upper lip, a handful of careless lips on the short whiskers are unusually thick, but the jaw and cheeks are cleanly shaved.

The middle-aged man walked next to Dongfang Junlan, his thick fingers gently slid across Dongfang Junlan's face, and his eyes were shining with thieves, "This chick looks good!"

The young man on the right side of Wanhuan said in a loud voice, "Luo Mang! didn't Gongzi teach you the truth of first come, first come?"

The middle-aged man immediately put away his hand, smiled, turned around, and looked at Li Jiang, "This kid is too tired to stand up!

Wan Huan didn't seem to care about this, "I'll tell you two what you two did, hurry up, since it's a good opportunity now, then kill him quickly!

He has witnessed with his own eyes that Li Jiang used plum blossom swordsmanship to resist Gao Bi's cursive swordsmanship, in terms of swordsmanship, Wanjia swordsmanship is much more powerful than plum blossom swordsmanship, but he is not sure that he can break Gao Bi's swordsmanship, but Li Jiang actually broke it!

Although I don't know why Li Jiang practiced drawing swords, Li Jiang must have his own methods!

Even though he was very conceited and disdained to do it secretly, but now that Dongfang Junlan and Li Jiang were in a coma, no one would see it at all, if he didn't have this opportunity, he would expect Luo Mang to kill Li Jiang!

"Don't talk nonsense! you two hurry up!" Wanhuan said impatiently.

Luo Mang reluctantly pulled out his waist knife and walked towards Li Jiang!