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third chapter(2/2)

"I think back then, I was just a child in Chaimen. I was ignorant all day long and had no ambition. It was only by chance that I saw Song Xingchan in front of the Purple Qi Tower and made all the martial arts heroes succumb. Then I decided to compete with him.

It was my ambition. Unexpectedly, before I could learn the art, the master of the Purple Air Building who had been invincible for sixteen years was cut into pieces in front of his Purple Air Building by the generals of the Fourth Military Battalion." Yue Zhifeng took over, his tone full of emotion.

Hate and self-deprecation.

"Fortunately, there is also Duan Baiyi who 'looked at the flowing river and took a deep breath. From then on, he had an epiphany and could see the way of heaven with the way of the sword.'" Yue Zhifeng's expression softened and he showed a slight smile, but the smile disappeared briefly and disappeared again.

He showed a terrifying ferocity, "But before I could perfect my sword skills, he actually hid his sword and went into hiding!"

"Later, Tian Shaoyou drew his sword in anger and the dragon roared for seven thousand miles, but because I was far away in Zhourong, I missed him again!" Yue Zhifeng became more and more angry as he spoke. In his anger, he suddenly swung a sword with his hand towards the sky.

, the surging energy shot straight through the sky, cutting all the floating clouds in the sky into two pieces!

"In this life, I, Mr. Yue, have missed Song Xingchan, Duan Baiyi, and even Tian Shaoyou! Fortune has played tricks on people, but heaven has failed me!" Yue Zhifeng's expression was almost twisted with anger, "I am now fifty.

There are two reasons why God will not miss the New Year -" He gritted his teeth, his cheeks twitched a few times and then said, "If what I have wanted in my life will only end up in a mirror, what's the point of my life in this world?"

After hearing this, Li Fengqiao stopped talking.

Outside the Suihan Mountains, the cold wind was blowing gray clouds that were constantly changing shapes in the sky. In the vast and vast wilderness, there were criss-crossing roads like silk, winding rivers like ribbons, and the mixed yellow and black land made Li Fengqiao's sight mottled and desolate.
Chapter completed!
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