History’s Strongest Shopkeeper

"Name: Ye Gucheng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng's legendary world, the main city of Baiyun. ”

"Name: Lu Xiaofeng.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng's legendary world, the son of fate. ”

"Name: Ximen blowing snow.

Identity: Lu Xiaofeng legendary world, sword god. ”

When Zhou Yang looked at Ye Gucheng in front of him, he felt that a cold, lonely, lonely emotion came on his face. This is an invincible cold.

"Beyond the sword? Is it better than the sword?" Zhou Yang asked, there are a lot of masters in the Wanjielou, the iron-clad **** Hou Zhu ignored, Zhuge Zheng me, the wind Qing Yang, etc., but with the sword master, very few.

"All can be." Ye Gucheng glimpsed a little, indifferent, his sword, not afraid of any opponent.

Hey!

Zhou Yang's finger touched a finger, and a light golden light was shot from his index finger. The next moment, in the Wanjie Building, a square-shaped martial arts appeared, slowly rising, and there was a layer of white jade on the platform. Covered, will be protected against the martial arts.

The sudden appearance of the contest, let everyone stunned, even the face of the lonely city, the pupil is also miniature, out of nothing.

Zhou Yang smiled lightly and did not explain. At the moment when Ye Gucheng was more than a sword, the system had already condensed a contest. Zhou Yang only released him. He kept the mystery properly and many things were handled very well.

Just like now, even the iron-clad **** Hou Zhu ignores, such a peerless master, looking at Zhou Yang's gaze, with a trace of awe.

"The game can be fully shot, don't worry about casualties." Zhou Yang said indifferently, in the face of a powerful system, the fast attack can also block.

Hey!

Ye Gucheng turned into a phantom, like a black eagle spreading wings, the next moment, a figure standing on the platform.

His eyes are cold, his waist is straight, he gently pulls the sword out of the scabbard, and strokes the flying sword in his hand. It is cold and cold. "This sword is a weapon of the world. The sword is three feet seven inches, and the net weight is six pounds and four. Overseas chilling elite, blowing hair and breaking hair."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

All the onlookers couldn’t help but feel the spirit, and the pressure was so high.

"This knife is the world's gods, the blade is four feet and one inch, and the net weight is ten pounds and sixty-two. It is a thousand-year-old iron forging and cutting iron." A burly man, stroking his hand interrupted a large gap. With a big knife and a fascinating face.

He has already thought that when he compares with others, he will say that he will directly hold his opponent.

"This sword is a nine-day **** soldier. The sword is four feet and one inch long. The net weight is seven pounds or two. It is a **** of heaven, and it is made of thousands of stones." Below, Yue Buqun touched the sword hanging on the waist, silently, next. This five-Yue sword, this is the dialogue between him and Zuo Lengchan, but the most important thing is to go back and measure it, calling it a sword.

"Fuck! What do you look at? Not only if you have weapons, I don't have them." 裘 丈 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫 扫Blood-meat-man made by the body, the size is satisfactory."

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There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and Ye Gucheng was unmoved.

Feihongjian is in the hand, and the lonely arrogance of Ye Gucheng is more intense. It seems to stand tall and straight cedar, such as the thousand-year-old snow lotus above the snow-capped mountains. His eyes are sharp like swords, the hearts are piercing, and the spirit of the front is scattered from his body.

"Contemporaneous, the following people, do not go up, each time you need to pay 100 value points, the winner, you can get 50 value points." Looking at the martial arts people who are going to move around, Zhou Yang faintly said, go up, go By the second, who likes to watch.

The real sword masters are all dignified. They usually think they have already understood the swords of their bodies. Now, they don’t understand them at all.

Even the most basic character of the sword does not know how to truly understand the sword.

Hey!

The wind Qing Yang couldn't help but go up. He felt that the blood of his silence for many years was boiling. The young man in front of him made him tremble and let his heart be silent.

"Ordinary people I only need a sword, you do not know how many swords I need?" Ye Gucheng looked at the wind and the cold, cold.

Feng Qing said: "Young people, it is best to go all out."

Hey!

Ye Gucheng moved, and the whole person seemed to be a silent black lightning, rushing to the wind and plundering. In the blink of an eye, it has reached the three steps of the wind.

Hey!

"Duo Gu Jiu Jian - Broken Sword!"

Under the eyes of everyone's nervousness, the wind is clear and the sword is out. The speed of the sword is incredible, as if the antelope is hanging, and the **** is coming, and the sword points directly to the weakest place in Ye Gucheng.

Not only that, the sword of the wind and the Qing, but also quickly, Jianguang flashed, has been in front of Ye Gucheng.

Ding!

The two swords slammed together, such as the electric light and flint, and the collision, many people did not see how the two played against each other.

"Good swordsmanship!" Ye Gucheng flashed a glimmer of joy in his eyes, Feihong in his hand, slightly whispered.

"Is this the showdown of the peerless swordsman?"

"A good thrilling showdown, every sword is so dangerous. If it is me, I am afraid that even a sword can't stand it."

"Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is beautiful, and the swordsmanship of the wind is very subtle."

On the platform, the two have already seen the figure, the sword is cold, the sword is faster than a sword, the sword is sturdy, and the sword is sharper than a sword.

On the other side, Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Blowing Snow stand together.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned slightly, "Ye Gucheng met his opponent."

Under the stage, just an old man came out casually, and he was able to fight with Ye Gucheng. He knew the horror of Ye Gucheng, and he was definitely one of the swordsmen at the top.

Ximen blows the snow and looks pale. "The other side's sword is very subtle. However, he does not have his own swordsmanship. When Ye Gucheng is familiar with the other's swordsmanship, this person will be defeated."

As Ximen blows snow, as time goes by, Ximen blows the snow more and more, and there is a slight disappointment in the eyelids.

"Flying in the sky!"

Ye Gucheng jumped up, such as the blue sky and white clouds without flaws, like the white crane volley wings, and then, the contest under the ~www.wuxiahere.com~ everyone feels a cold-soiled bone marrow sword, the sword is terrible Can't resist!

A sword light slanted and flew, such as a stunned electric, such as Changhong Jingtian.

Ye Gucheng and the sword seem to have merged into one. The Jianguang is like a flying rainbow, and it stabbed the past. The Jianguang is brilliant and fast, there is no change, even after the move, there is no such thing as the whole body. There is no change in the sword, and sometimes it is the best change. There is no way to win.

No one can describe the splendor and brilliance of this sword, and no one can describe the speed of this sword. It is not only a sword, but the wrath of Raytheon and the blow of lightning.

There is a flash of light in the void!

The next moment, there was a light golden light curtain covering the body, and the whole person stood in the same place, motionless and defeated. If not, Zhou Yang shot, he was already dead on this trickless sword. .

A sword!

The wind is clear and defeated!

Watching the crowds stunned, the silence was silent.

This sword is so beautiful that it makes people feel intoxicated, as if there are immortals landing, desolate and cold, and beautiful.

What is even more unexpected is that Ye Gucheng has made a full blow, and there is no chance for the wind to clear the shot. It is directly defeated, and the defeat is so simple.

If the wind Qing Yang is just an ordinary rivers and lakes swordsman, everyone will not be so surprised, but in the battle, every sword of the wind and clear is like a pen of God, this is a very high set of swords.

"Unfortunately, it is not your sword!" Ye Gucheng looked at the wind and clear, cold and cold, and the coldness of his body was even stronger.

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