Chapter 1124 war four (18)

Liu Ziming's sword. Few people in the west can take it.

The sudden sword, not to mention Jiang Huan, changed even Bi Yuan's expression. He could clearly feel that the man who could not even be instructed by Liang Guangzhong was in real danger.

Thinking of this, Bi Yuan and Qin Xiang's only idea is that they must save Jiang Huan. At least they can't let him die before they get the inheritance of the emperor of Chu!

Fang Hexuan's ideas are different at this time. How about the inheritance of the emperor of Chu? He can't care about it anymore. Three elite disciples have died in zongmen. This is the one who is going to go to the capital city to participate in the three yard comparison.

If you can't explain it to the sect leader, he's fanghexuan. He can't bear it.

That is to say, one person must die today. Either Jiang Dali, the culprit, or Jiang Dali, the Deputy sect leader who has failed in his duty, has been calming down the anger of the sect leader since then!

But it is surprising that Jiang Huan did not face Liu Ziming's silent and extremely horrible sword, as everyone thought, with fear, horror and despair.

This surprised Liu Ziming himself.

See Jiang Huan gently shook his head, can not help but wry smile way.

"I still have a high eye and a low hand! I always think that if I break through Wulingjing, I can be compared with wuzongjing. It's like dying! "

"Click!"

There is no sword light, but only the huge cracks on the ground approaching to Jianghuan!

A smooth cut is not at all a human effort.

Everyone sighed and said that Jiang Dali would die this time!

All of a sudden, a flash of people came here, just in front of Jiang Huan.

At the same time, the figure held out a palm and stretched out to the front.

At this time, the cracks on the ground stopped spreading, and a terrible sword suddenly appeared, straight forward and chopped away.

But the mysterious man in front of Jiang Huan didn't step back at all. Instead, he stepped forward one step and reached for the sword!

"Bang!"

The sound of the earthquake came, only a surprise happened.

The sudden mysterious man took Liu Ziming's sword without any damage.

And a single hand force, like a cup, instantly smashed the sword, and then disappeared into the sky.

"What happened?"

Some of the people who watched the war were puzzled by the situation.

I heard someone say something.

"It seems It's like the sword of swordsman Liu Ziming. It's broken! "

"What?! Are you in the middle of something? Liu Ziming's sword, in addition to a few people, who else can break it! "

"You don't believe it!"

……

The cold wind blows. Liu Ziming holds a sword and looks at the mysterious man who blocks Jiang Huan's body with a solemn expression. He breaks his sword move with only his palm.

The man is eight feet tall and has a silver white robe. He dances with the wind, which is very natural.

The middle-aged man looks very handsome with half ghost face, but there is no expression on that handsome face.

He was like a dead man, standing there with no breath flowing.

Liu Ziming thought for a long time, and couldn't remember who the man in front of him was.

But there are only a handful of powerful people who can take down their swords with one hand.

Liu Ziming stood in the cold wind and asked with a light inquiry.

"I wonder if you are?"

In a word, ghost butcher still stands in place, does not move a cent, not to mention a word.