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A sword, a black hilt, a red blade, and a murderous intent.

When this sword appeared in the sky, all of its brilliance had been obscured by blood-red inscriptions.

In the vast space, streams of killing intent were like meteors that corroded thousands of holes in the ground.

Standing amidst a pile of ruins, Chang Lou quietly looked at the peerless lethal weapon in the sky.

Devil Sword — Pathless, ranked third on the Spirit Treasure List, a sword of slaughter.

Any swordsman would drool over the Demon Sword. Chang Lou was also a swordsman, and he liked this sword very much.

Although he liked it, he still didn't move at all. This ferocious sword wasn't something he could control.

Even if it was a divine tool, it would still be deadly! Without life, even if it was a divine artifact, it could only kill him.

"Good luck!"

Chang Lou pushed aside Chen Young Lady's alluring body and strode out.

"Master Long Liao …" Grandma Chen wanted to say something but hesitated. She had no ability to compete for it. Originally, she wanted to borrow the hand of the House of the Chaotic Storm, but it seemed like she had made a mistake.

"Only I can leave here today!"

Chang Lou walked very slowly, stopping less than a hundred meters away.

Some people did not want him to leave, so he had to rely on the sword in his hand to leave.

The mysterious man charged forward like the night itself. The darkness that destroyed the light was the tears of the river of stars. It was incomparably mysterious, and the killing was formless and intangible.

One sword, one sword cut through the night, repelling the mysterious person.

"It's yours, and I won't fight for it. Please don't block my way!"

Chang Lou walked out, leaving the mysterious man bleeding on his shoulder.

The speed at which the mysterious person hid his movement technique and the speed of light was excellent, but his strength was not much higher than that of the room.

"Even if you don't fight, don't even think about leaving here!"

A person, a sword, stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall like a demon or god guarding the door.

"The world?"

Seeing who it was, Chang Lou raised an eyebrow. This was not a person to be trifled with. It was the third sword of the 13 Southern Wasteland Swords – the Sword of Annihilation.

In this world, no one knew his surname, no one knew his name, only that his sword, was a symbol of death and destruction.

It was just like his name, domineering. The sword that he had gained his name for his sword was also domineering to the extreme.

World Sword — Tyrant's Sword, Spirit Treasure Number Thirteenth.

"Pull out your sword. If you don't pull it out now, you won't have another chance in the future!" I will only say it once! "

The world was incomparably domineering as he pulled out the simple, heavy and sharp iron sword in his hand.

"Alright!" As a swordsman, he had to draw his sword. Even if he couldn't beat his opponent, he had to pull out his sword. This was the belief of the swordsman, a supreme creed.

Moreover, he was very familiar with this person in the world, and he wasn't someone who would show mercy.

He would not pity any weaklings. His sword was meant to destroy everything.

He only admired the swordsman that had died under his sword.

"Under the heavens, even after all these years, you are still like this, relying on your ability to bully people everywhere!"

The world had drawn their swords, but they did not attack Chang Lou. Instead, they chopped at the sky.

There was a sword in the sky. The sword was like a feather, fluttering in the wind.

"Zhang Feng is only so-so!"

Long Wind. Everyone knew his name. Li Changfeng was well-known throughout the Southern Wasteland.

The fourth sword of the Southern Wasteland, Li Changfeng. He was the complete opposite of the world. He kept a low profile and concealed his strength, not revealing any of his edge.

He had never challenged any experts in the martial arts world, nor had he brought out any of his battle achievements. Just like this, he was lifted onto the fourth chair.

Surprisingly, no one challenged him after he sat in the fourth chair.

It was hard to tell who would win and who would lose in a long battle.

One was incomparably domineering while the other was incomparably mysterious.

"The world, you really shouldn't be here!"

Landing on the ground, Chang Feng sighed and said.

"Humph!" Since you're here, can't I come? You don't think too highly of yourself! "

The world said angrily. Indeed, in the eyes of anyone, what Changfeng said was a provocation to the whole world.

"Under Heaven, you are wrong! I don't think highly of myself, but someone needs us to think highly of ourselves! "

Chang Feng saw the discontented look on the world's face as he explained. His explanation was extremely vague, but it sounded like there was someone stronger than them.

"Who?" I don't think much of those four fella with the reputation of being a fisherman! "

The world was the world, and it was still domineering.

"I want to know who else is in your eyes?"

He had long known about the arrogance of the world. He had also known that the swords of the world had the ability and potential to ignore ants.

"In the past, it was only one Immortal Severing expert, but now Ye Zheng is one!"

Despite his arrogance, the world still expressed reverence when these two names were spoken. The world was a pure human. There were not many thoughts in his mind. The weak and the weak and the strong were respected! This was his law! He despised the weak and respected the strong.

"It's Ye Zheng!"

Changfeng said seriously.

"He wants that too?"

In his mind, that youth was a swordsman who did not need any swords.

"Yes!" But he won't! "

Changfeng seemed to be well-informed and knew everything.

"Then he wants …"

A hint of rage appeared on the world's emaciated face. If Ye Zheng were to fight for the immoral for no reason at all, he would never agree to a fight to the death.

Obtaining a treasure sword without fighting was already an insult to the Blade Master. If he took the famous sword as a personal sword, he would have nothing to say. However, if he took it for no reason, then he would have to fight against the world.

A swordsman was not a collector, and a real sword was not a collector's item either. It could only be collected in the hands of a swordsman who was full of calluses.

"NO!" Ye Zheng is giving him to a swordsman! "

His sword had already left its scabbard, and was exceptionally dazzling under the dim light. It was like velvet floating in the sky.

"Who?"

The world could not easily take out the sword sheath, this was the cultivation of a famous swordsman, after all, swords were not used to brag.

A real killing sword would not appear in front of everyone.

Long Wind didn't have to worry about that. He rarely killed people, and he liked to look at his sword as if it were a beauty. He would try his best to dig it up.

"Him!"

When Long Feng said this, his killing intent was still overflowing.

The world looked towards the direction of the sword of Long Wind, and saw the house where they were silently listening to their conversation.

Chang Lou held the willow leaf sword in his hand. This sword was his best sword.

He didn't know who Ye Zheng was, nor did he know why Changfeng was pointing at him. He only knew that today, it was going to draw its sword.

"Him?" The world looked at the house in surprise. He could not tell what ability this young swordsman with white hair and a white face had to make Ye Zheng fall in love with him.

"Of course not!"

Long Wind smiled eerily.