Chapter 1579

"All these swords must be cut off?"

Ye Ziheng asked, his tone was a little shaky, but it was also normal. If anyone saw this situation, he would have to shake a few times.

Fortunately, the Seven Star swordsman shook his head. Ye Ziheng is relieved.

"Three thousand broken swords, you can learn one skill."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng almost fell down with each one.

"Sword, sword, three thousand broken swords!"

Three thousand swords! This is not a small number! Just now, just one handle of Ye Ziheng almost can't support it. It's three thousand handles. It's better to ask for his life directly! Make complaints about

, but when Ye Zi Heng had no time to Tucao, the Seven Star swordsman jumped up from the ground and faced Ye Ziheng. Then he raised his hand, and on the mountain wall filled with tens of thousands of long swords, a sword flew straight into his hand.

"Ready."

As soon as the voice fell, he took up the sword and went to kill ye Ziheng.

Ye Ziheng quickly raises his sword to resist. Every move falls on the strong wind sword. Ye Ziheng can clearly feel that his arm begins to tremble. Within a minute, hundreds of swords are cut off. Ye Ziheng's hand holding the long sword is beginning to tremble. His teeth are clenched and sweat drops on his forehead.

"Click!"

Finally, ye Ziheng's long-awaited voice sounded at this moment, a faint smile appeared on his face, and the whole person fell behind him, with a long sigh of relief.

"It's over."

Ye Ziheng said, his hands still shaking.

But then, the Seven Star swordsman suddenly came to him.

"Continue in three minutes."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng was stunned at first, and then he looked at the Seven Star swordsman with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Three minutes!"

"It's too long for you, just a minute!"

Ye Ziheng wanted to say something, but before he could say it, the Seven Star swordsman slowly stood up from the ground.

"It seems that you are very energetic. Let's start."

Finish saying, don't even give ye Ziheng time to explain, take a long sword from the wall of ten thousand swords directly, attack ye Ziheng with the fastest speed.

And every move of Seven Star swordsman is a fatal attack. Ye Ziheng dare not despise it at all, so he has to hold the long sword in his hand.

With the shaking of the long sword, ye Ziheng's strength of holding the sword is getting stronger and stronger. The position of the palm center is directly damaged by blood, but ye Ziheng can't put it or dare not.

At this time, the Seven Star swordsman suddenly raised his long sword and slashed it towards ye Ziheng's strong wind sword. Ye Ziheng saw it and immediately stared at the falling of that move.

"Kazam ~"

there was another crisp sound. The sword in the Seven Star swordsman's hand broke again. Ye Ziheng, the whole man, flew out and fell to the ground heavily. The wind and thunder sword stood beside him.

Ye Ziheng bit his teeth and stood up in pain. He wanted to lift his hand to hold the sword, but he didn't have the strength to lift his hand. His arm was as heavy as a hundred jin lead block, completely unconscious.

"Take a break, and continue after half an hour."

After that, the Seven Star swordsman continued to cross legged and sit back in his own position, quietly practicing.

And ye Ziheng also dare not say anything, he does not want half of the regular rest time to become half a minute. Lie on the ground and rest.