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Seven hundred and sixtieth chapters undercurrent surging(2/2)

Behind the throne were cold swords one after another, and the sword light was sharp, as if it was much colder than the snow in the sky.

In front of the middle-aged man in blue, many disciples of the sect stood straight in the wind and snow like swords. In front of them, a young man kneeled in front of the throne with a respectful expression and a solemnity.

The young man looked quite immature, but he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but his cultivation was terrible and he had already reached the level of half a step in Tianpo.

In addition, what is even more terrifying is that the sword intent on his body is as thick as the ocean and as sharp as snow peaks, making people afraid to wipe its sharpness.

"Mu Han, among the juniors of Beixue Villa, you are the best talent for swordsmanship. I have raised you for 18 years and haven't let you go out. I am raising a sword. If the sword is not sheathed, it will be gone. Once it is unsheathed, the whole Nan must be allowed to let the whole Nan be

The domain is trembling about it, and my Beixue Villa is definitely not a false reputation."

The middle-aged man in blue roared coldly: "This time the dragon feast, you must at least enter the fifteenth."

"Fifteen? My goal is to be the top ten. If I don't make it to the top ten, everything is meaningless."

The young man kneeling on the ground had a terrible cold face, while his words were even colder and unquestionable.

call out!

At this moment, a sword light passed through the vast snow-capped mountains and kept falling towards the villa in the snowy sky.

Wherever the sword light passed, all the flying snow in the air stopped, as if time had stopped. Even though the sword light had gone far away, the snow in the sky was still there was still no trace of it.

move.

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior brother is back!"

The disciples of the entire Beixue Villa were all excited when they saw this sword light, and even Mu Han, who was kneeling on the ground, had a serious look flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man in blue with a solemn expression also showed a faint smile at this moment.

Those who can make the disciples of Beixue Mountain Villa call their senior brothers naturally have no one else except Nangong Wanyu.

As the feast is approaching, the famous names on the Longyun List appear one after another and return to their respective sects.
Chapter completed!
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