Ye Fan was shocked by Jiang Huaizhi's words, and felt speechless, and he said in a word: "You boy don't have any emotion. If you condense your sword heart, you will continue to cross the Doer Mountains."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaizhi was stunned.

I couldn't help but be amused by what I said, and answered repeatedly: "Yes, Master!"

However, the old white-bearded man who had been silent all the time, his face became more and more ferocious.

The marks under his command gradually condensed and released the power of the sword energy.

The road to the ancient bronze sword collapsed in an instant, and the gate of the sword soul tomb also cracked, and the earth-shaking sword power was released.

Under the path of ancient swords, there is a devastating black sword hidden.

This sword was once suppressed by the ancient bronze road, but now it has been lifted and the world-destroying sword energy burns from it.

Ye Fan couldn't help but feel curious and smiled and said, "It turned out to be a magic sword."

"Do you think a magic sword can deal with me?"

Ye Fan looked at the old man with white beard, who repeatedly showed grievances, as if it was nothing to do with him.

The white-bearded old man could not directly attack Ye Fan.
Chapter completed!