Dongyang Kingdom is one of the few countries that inherit ancient weapons and techniques.

At the Kowloon Shrine, a young man in his thirties, who was about thirty years old, came to the door with a sword bag on his back.

Stepping on the cherry blossoms all over the ground, under the cherry blossom tree, there is an old man wearing a black kendo uniform and cooking tea.

"The master of the Dongyang Kingdom Juhe Sword Technique was once famous for his Juhe technique to cut off flying bullets. He was a master on the surface, but secretly he was the leader of the underground assassination organization of the Dongyang Kingdom."

The man looked about thirty years old, and he put his hand on the hilt of the long sword around his waist. It was an ancient Dongyang sword: "The Yan people, Fang Zhu, will use the ancient swordsmanship of Dongyang Kingdom today to distinguish them from you."

"It also divides life and death."

"No need to be distracted, no one can disturb us outside. It's very suitable for a cemetery here."

The two obviously had no language, but they should know what the other party wanted to do based on what they did.

The old man pressed the hilt of the knife on his waist, lowered his center of gravity, and the murderous accident in his eyes leaked, and the entire courtyard was like a fall in winter.

Three minutes later, someone saw a man in his thirties walk out, open the notepad in his arms, and use a red pen to mark a big "fork" on the first page.

The second stop, China.

"Feng Yin was once the King of the Chinese Army, proficient in Xingyi, Gossip, Wingchun, and short-strife. He once set a record of killing 30 fully armed drug lords with bare hands, but today... he became a personal bodyguard of drug lords, and his hands were stained with the blood of his former colleagues as many as hundreds of people."

"Since I've returned to China this time, I don't have to rush to leave." His voice was very low and his voice was very heavy. "The Yan people are just silly. Today, we will use the Chinese national skills to ask for advice. We will distinguish you from the top."

"Life and death are not a matter of."

In the room was a middle-aged man with gray hair, sitting on the table in the room, emitting an attractive fragrance. He was wearing a straight suit, as if he was a little tight, and the hole in his shirt seemed to be stretched open by his muscles.

A charming woman who was drinking next to her retreated in fear.

He turned around.

"There is a gun in the second drawer on your left." Then he saw the young man in his thirties and continued, "Don't take it, if you have that skill, you will be dead."

He stepped on the ground suddenly, and he rushed towards Fang Zhu like a tiger coming out of the gate.

On the other hand, Fang Zhu moved his forward foot forward, took only half a step, his fist was like an arrow, and he took the lead and crashed into the other person's arms!

Then he saw a figure falling back like a scattered bun in the wind.

The tables and chairs collapsed all the way.

He put on his hood again, took out the notes, and drew a new "red cross" on the second page.

The strong wind blew, flipping his notes and soon turned to the third and fourth pages.

There are also names after names recorded there.

Page 3, Hei Shui International Building.

Page 4...

Page 5…

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Fang Zhuo is not a modern person. He has a secret hidden deep in his heart. He is a time traveler from ancient times.

Maybe it can be calculated like this, because from his birth, he has memories of his previous life - the memory of a martial arts nympho who is proficient in all ancient martial arts.

It took more than thirty years to practice martial arts from his previous life to the point where he practiced all the martial arts that were still circulating in modern times to the point where he was perfect.

There were more and more red crosses on the notebook, but he found that he had only a skill of killing dragons, but there was no dragon to slaughter.

"Sword technique, sword technique, boxing technique, guns, short soldiers, heavy soldiers..." Fang Zhuo's notes had more and more red crosses, and he was carrying a sword bag. This was the last stop and the highest peak in the world.

Sitting by the cliff, looking at it, the whole world seemed to be in sight.

It was very cold, the bitter cold wind seemed to freeze the whole world.

The frozen stone wall was stabbed inch by a sword blade, and sparks flew everywhere.

Looking at the snow all over the mountains, no one can help but feel a sense of insignificance that is a drop in the ocean.

This is the vastness of heaven and earth.

Over the years, he has searched all over the world and has not missed any opportunity to prove what he has learned.

The handwriting on the stone has been carved, the sword tip is stopped, the handwriting is exposed, and the sharpness reveals a kind of loneliness that travels through the past and present.

"No. 1 in the world!"

With its back against the stone wall, the highest mountain in the world is conveniently located.

He was carrying a wine pot on his waist, an iron sword on his back, bowed from afar, and had a hint of madness on his face: "The Yan people, Fang Zhu, come here to ask for advice today - Tianwei!"

The sound is like thunder, rumbling endlessly, echoing between heaven and earth.

The loud sound seemed to touch the true spirit in the snow-capped mountains, the snow-capped mountains... collapsed!

The endless white snow poured down from the snow peak like a surging sea tide. Everything along the way was swallowed by the dead white.

The rumbling sound of the snow-capped mountains was like thunder, as if the roar of death was heard.

Under the snow waves that were so high, there was only a figure, a man, and a sword, facing the divine power of heaven and earth.

I saw the white waves from the top of the mountain, which began to look like huge waves, but now it was like a white tsunami!
Chapter completed!