Master, Master can’t see the time when you sweep the mainland.

In the end, he felt a little ridiculous and regretted it.

I didn't want to rely on my disciples, but I ended up falling into the sword sect and severely injured it.

He is really a wonderful person!

At the last moment, Jian Wudao smiled self-deprecatingly.

Jian Shangtian, I hope you will take your master's sword to the sky in the future and question it carefully for your master.

I am not weaker than a person in this life, a sword, a lifetime.

Jian Wudao slowly closed his eyes.

Thunder hit him, and he fell down weakly from mid-air.

When Yu Qingliu saw this scene, she said with tears in her eyes: "The Xuantian Holy Land, Sword Immortal."

The elder of Jianmen stood up tremblingly and shouted with tears: "Send the Sword Immortal!"

The disciple of the Sword Sect who was not unconscious also cried and said sobly: "Send the Sword Immortal."

Jianmen Jianzi has the most backlash of luck and is also the most injured.

Unwilling to receive treatment, he looked at the figure with tears and was hit with weakness, and no longer had the glory of the past.

Jianzi Jian Wushuang stood up tremblingly, walked to the edge of the cliff, knelt on the ground, whimpered hard, and refused to lift it up, sobbed in his mouth: "Xuantian Jianzi, send the sword immortal."

Sorrow, like the wind, falls on every part of the holy land.

Jian Wudao's body hit the cliff and fell down weakly.
Chapter completed!