I am as patient as a mountain, I am the mountain, I have a sword in my hand, I can cut the snow with the mountain!

Nalan Ruoyu sighed softly. She was so shocked by her apprentice's silence that she was speechless.

Meng Shentong also sighed, but in just one year, the young man now has the power of heaven and earth, and the power of law.

The old monk on Meishan smiled endlessly, looked into the void and said quietly: "I heard that if the hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha."

Yun Tianhong sighed softly and said: "I wonder when Ziyi and your disciple will be able to have his character!"

Xiao Ling'er exclaimed: "Brother, be careful."

Ping An glanced at her: "Don't make a sound!"

At this moment, Duanmu Qingyun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he even wanted to take back the sword.

Because he found that his opponent was too quiet, just like the appearance of the young man, a mortal without spiritual veins, but he was as calm as a mountain under the sword that slashed the wind and thunder.

This sword can break gold, split the ground, and destroy mountains, but it can't make the opponent frown. It's so abnormal!

"Click!" a sound sounded!

The two sword energies that had been preparing for a long time finally met in the air, and the meeting was earth-shattering, and there was a roar.

Under their feet is a high platform made of the hardest bluestone in Loulan City. The huge bluestones are connected to each other on one side, and there are not many gaps in the middle.
Chapter completed!