Wang Lingyun chanted in a wild voice: "The body is cold and steep, white clothes are lightly dyed, the top of the ice peak, the sword is stunning!"

The whole audience was silent.

Although he had no good feelings for the current Wang family, when he heard the deeds of King Jinghong, Zuo Xiaoduo and others could still feel a boiling blood, as if he saw the arrogant swordsman in white clothes, Jinghong's figure.

When no one was going to fight, he was alone, with a sword, and faced countless Heavenly King masters of the Wu League, and challenged proudly!

"If you defeat me, Wang Feihong, you will win!"

That straight proud man never bends until his death. He would rather turn into a brilliant star than accept that failure that is irrelevant to the fate of the mainland!

That earth-shaking self-destruction has been echoing in the hearts of the Star Soul Continent for generations!

"At that time, the ancestors fought alone against the Heavenly King of the World... they used this Jinghong Sword!"

Wang Lingyun looked at the sword in his hand: "How proud the ancestors are, how proud this sword is!"

"You want it to protect you, and not to mention whether you are worthy or not, you dare to ask it yourself, will it be willing?"

Wang Lingyun's voice was as plain as water, but his old face slowly turned red with anger. Obviously, his heart was extremely uneasy and extremely indignant.

He drew his sword hard, and the light suddenly flashed, as if the sky was covered with frost and cold, all of which came to the world at this moment.

This is the power of the sword body itself.

After Wang Lingyun drew his sword out of the sheath, he immediately threw the sword out. The sword turned a few times in the air, and the light shone and landed underground with a clang.

The tip of the sword was inserted into the hard ground of the Wang family's old house, and the light of the sword flashed and swayed slightly.

Although it is just a sword, there is no master.

But this sword is still so noble and arrogant, just as before.

When you are stuck on the ground, you are still on the top of the ice peak, overlooking the world, stunning the world!

It is cold and arrogant, and no one deserves to be with it.

The sword body was swaying, and the frost was still there, and a sense of expectation was faintly emitted.

It seems to be looking forward to the master of that year, who had his big hands, holding the hilt of the sword again.

Come and hold me, I will accompany you, and fight against the heroes of the world again!

Come quickly!

After a long time, the sword body finally stopped swaying, but the expectation gradually disappeared, turning into a loneliness and sadness, full of the mood of loss and sadness, which permeated the sword body.

Where have you gone?

Why don't you come?

Losing his companion from that time, Jinghong Jian has been lonely until now!

Now that the sheath is released again, the sharpness remains, the frost and cold remains, the light remains, and the fighting spirit remains.

It intends to fight the world again, but it no longer has the person he used to be, and he will travel around the world with it!

"Clang!Clang!Clang!"

Jinghong Sword let out three sad sword sounds.

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Chapter completed!