Immediately afterwards, Duan Shuai, who was playing a piano, a curved sword energy popped out and directly hit the magic sword, causing the man to fly away with shock.

"Ten Thousand Swords Chao Emperor!" Seeing that the Sword Prisoner could not do anything to Duan Shuai, the man who shouted angrily used his trick.

In an instant, the surrounding plants and trees were driven by his sword energy and shot up, as if thousands of sharp swords were shot towards Duan Shuai together.

"It's a bit interesting!" Duan Shuai, who chuckled, waved his hand casually and a scorching sword energy burst out from his fingertips. The sword energy was drawn round, and instantly burst out with terrible power like the scorching sun, facing the attacks of those plants and trees.

Amid the explosion of energy, a hot energy storm swept across. Duan Shuai used the Sun Eclipse Sword Technique to activate the power of heaven and earth, and directly broke the man's unique move, Ten Thousand Swords Chaohuang, and exploded him out.

The man who squirted out a mouthful of blood and landed in a mess, couldn't help but gritted his teeth and looked at Duan Shuai in shock. "Eclipse Sun Sword Technique, are you the Nanlin sword head Duan Shuai? How is it possible? How can your Eclipse Sun Sword Technique have such powerful power? This is absolutely impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible! How can you imagine my realm?" Duan Shuai, who shook his head slightly, pointed directly at the man. The hot sword energy burst out at his fingertips, and he said coldly, "Leave clothes or leave your life, you can choose for yourself!"

Hearing the voice, the man with unwilling eyes was full of unwillingness. After a little silence, he inserted the sword in his hand into the ground beside him, and then began to take off his clothes.

"Okay, you don't need to take off the innermost one. You have the nerve to take it off. I feel embarrassed for you. I don't have the habit of wearing other people's close clothes." When the man took off his clothes outside and was about to take off his close clothes and shorts, Duan Shuai finally spoke to stop him.

The man who stopped, stared at Duan Shuai with fierce and resentful eyes and said, "One day, I, Pojun, will be avenged today's shame!"

"Okay, I'll welcome you anytime! But, next time we meet again, I won't let you go so easily," Duan Shuai said with a smile.

After the old sword stopped, he gritted his teeth and turned away. After flashing and falling, he disappeared into the distant forest. After Duan Shuai stepped forward, he moved his mind and his true energy shield disappeared. He ignored the fact that there was a big beauty on the side watching him, and picked up the clothes that Pojun took off on the ground and put them on.

After putting it on, looking at the torn marks on his chest and sleeves, Duan Shuai couldn't help but shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, I finally got dressed up, and I became a ragged beggar costume."

He sneered up the long sword that Po Jun inserted into the ground and looked at it. He flicked his fingers gently. He listened to the crisp sound of the sword, and looked at the sword body with a faint blood-colored halo like autumn water. Duan Shuai couldn't help but smile and said, "What a good sword! This Po Jun is worthy of being the son of Jian Hui, the leader of the Sword Sect. Although he has not learned much sword skills, his weapons are not good. It's a pity that such a good sword is wrong to follow the wrong master. A person who is willing to abandon his sword is not worthy of being a real swordsman. If he is not sincere to the sword, how can he practice extraordinary sword skills?"

"Big beauty, do you think I'm right?" Duan Shuai, who muttered to himself, turned to look at the luxuriously dressed beauty and asked.

The miserable beauty smiled nervously and carefully, "Hero Duan, you are the head of Nanlin's sword, the top sword master in the world, and I am just an ordinary woman who knows martial arts and does not understand swordsmanship."

"Women, you don't need to understand swordsmanship, you just need to understand a man's heart. Do you think so?" Duan Shuai gently waved the sword in his hand.

The beauty didn't know how to answer, so she could only smile awkwardly.

Finally, Duan Shuai looked away from the sword in his hand and looked at the woman and said, "It's really a natural beauty. Do you know what I'm thinking now?"

The beauty whose beautiful eyes flashed when she heard this, couldn't help but gently tampered with her hair, then smiled and saluted Duan Shuai slightly, then deliberately pretended to sprain her lower ankle, and fell to Duan Shuai's arms.

However, before she fell into Duan Shuai's arms, she pushed her away. Looking at the woman who fell to the ground in a mess, Duan Shuai, who shook her head slightly, sneered, "A woman who is willing to leave her husband and son, a woman who only wants to pursue wealth and prosperity, a woman who has had more than one man, and a self-righteous woman, I have no interest. Yan Ying, when you betray your husband, Nie Renwang, throw yourself into Xiongba's arms, and then be ruthlessly abandoned by Xiongba and pushed down the head of the Leshan Giant Buddha, you should die. Living in this world is really embarrassing."

Listening to Duan Shuai's ruthless sneer, Yan Ying couldn't help but tremble with a pale face, and she looked a little lost.

There are many women in the world, but not many people are as shameless as Yan Ying. However, this is also the sorrow of the so-called stunning beauties in the world of strong people. They cannot control their destiny like men, so they can only go with the flow. How many people in this world can truly emerge from the mud without being stained?

Duan Shuai, who had not even looked at Yan Ying, used his light skills to fly away and headed towards the direction of the Leshan Giant Buddha again. He had to go back to make some arrangements when he left in a hurry before.

Although he was not interested in the Snow-Drinking Sword of King Nie Ren, he was a rare divine weapon in the world and needed to be properly handled. His Fire Lin Sword also needed to be brought back. After all, in the future, when walking in the world, holding magic weapons will always have a better advantage than having bare hands and empty fists. With his current strength, he still cannot be invincible in the world without relying on magic weapons and weapons.

Returning to Lingyun Cave, he found the Xue Yin Dao and his own Huolin Sword left after the death of King Nie Ren. Duan Shuai put the Xue Yin Dao, and then he left Lingyun Cave with the Huolin Sword.

He wants to go to the World Club first. If nothing unexpected happens, his cheap son Duan Lang should have been taken to the World Club by Xiongba and Nie Feng, and he will be in a miserable state there. He is just a serious disciple. How could his son Duan Shuai only work as a serious servant?

If you want to say that Duan Lang has talent, but because of Xiongba's deliberate suppression and insult, his character has become worse. Now that his cheap father is not dead, Duan Lang should naturally be taught by himself. I believe that under his careful training, Duan Lang's future achievements will not be much inferior to Fengyun, and it should not be so easy to go on a wrong path.

In the World Association, where the traitor disciples lived, late at night, everyone else fell asleep, but Xiao Duanlang was sitting alone on the threshold, looking at the moonlight outside, crying silently, "Dad, are you really dead? Do you no longer care about the rogue?"

"Haha, why are you willing to leave Langer alone? How could you ignore Langer?" With a chuckle, Duan Shuai, who had a illusion of figure, came to Duan Lang.

He stared at Duan Shuai, for a moment he forgot about Duan Lang's crying. He reacted and couldn't help but get up and pounce on Duan Shuai's arms and burst into tears, "Dad!"

"Hey, Lang'er, okay, stop crying, isn't Dad coming back to find you?" Touching Duan Lang's little head, Duan Shuai Lian smiled and comforted, "These days, my Lang'er has suffered. From now on, Dad will not let anyone bully you anymore. You are the son of my Nanlin Jianshou Duan Shuai. In the future, Dad hopes that you are stronger than Dad. Let people in the world mention you, no longer say you are my son, but will say that I am the father of Qilin Demon Duanlang. Dad hopes that you can become the pride of Dad in the future, do you understand?"

He looked at Duan Shuai with his head raised, and Duan Lang, whose tears were not dry on his face, nodded firmly and said, "Dad, don't worry, Lang'er won't let you down!"

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Chapter completed!