"I've learned the meaning sword, but I'm still not as good as you!"

"I still say the same thing." Duan Qing held up his right cheek again and shook his head: "Yijian is not a good thing. If you can help it... it's better not to learn it."

"Is it because it has neurodestructive properties?"

A low voice then appeared behind the square where strong winds were blowing, interrupting Duan Qing's attention and Duan Fenglei's laughter: "My eldest brother once told me that strength itself is not terrible, the key is

It depends on the person who uses them, but..."

"The world has always been balanced."

First with a short, eye-catching hair, and then wearing the same martial arts attire as a boxer, the figure belonging to Duan Shanhe then kicked away the broken ice cubes beside him, and gradually walked out from Duan Fenglei's side: "I want to get it."

For great power, you have to pay an unimaginable price first, right?"

"This brother of yours... seems to understand much better than you." Duan Qing, who was still sitting above, replied in a low voice: "How far have you understood?"

"Probably...it's the point where you're about to die."
Chapter completed!