The dark god Lord beside him couldn't help but frown. He didn't even look at Wang Zhanlin, but still looked at Lin Yuan tightly: "Do you just put your hope on him?"

To be honest, even though Lin Yuan’s plan was to let the half-destroyed Wei Jingguo die with him, the Dark Lord still felt that his life might be threatened.

But in front of him, existence of Wang Zhanlin's level was not taken seriously by him at all.

Lin Yuan did not answer the question of the Dark Lord, but just spoke lightly: "Never underestimate how great a person's potential is."

"ridiculous."

The Dark Lord snorted coldly, no longer argued with Lin Yuan, but continued to mobilize his own strength and began to try to break free from the ban around him.

Obviously, he did not take the sword that Wang Zhanlin was about to cut.

Finally, Wang Zhanlin drew his sword. He pulled out the God-Slaying Sword that he had been raising for seven years from his scabbard!

He has kept the sword for seven years, so naturally he has accumulated the sword force for seven years!

When he drew his sword, a familiar and unfamiliar feeling couldn't help but come to Wang Zhanlin's heart.

How long have you not drawn your sword?

Yes, I have been keeping my sword for seven years, so naturally I haven't drawn my sword for seven years.

But Wang Zhanlin still remembered that before he began to make up his mind to raise the sword, he had to pull out the God-Slaying Sword from the scabbard almost every day.

When discussing with close friends, you must draw your sword.

Fighting with the enemy, you have to draw your sword.

You have to draw your sword when practicing on weekdays.

At that time, the God-Slaying Sword in his hand was like a part of his body, like an arm instructing him.

I really didn't expect that I had not pulled out this God-Slaying Sword for so many years.

The moment the blade was unsheathed, a cold light suddenly surged from the blade. This... the cold sword light that had been hidden for seven years!

Looking at the cold light that exploded in front of him, Wang Zhanlin's thoughts couldn't help but be pulled back decades ago.

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At that time, he was still a child and followed his master's butt to practice every day.

Wang Zhanlin still remembers that at that time, his greatest desire was to have a sharp long steel knife.

Because what he has always used is a wooden knife for practice, and he has never even opened the edge. From a distance, it looks like a piece of wooden stick, with a heavy insensitivity.

At that time, the master didn't let him touch the real knife at all, let alone own a real knife.

Wang Zhanlin still remembers that the master said that the sword is the main weapon of war and the weapon of killing. Remember not to use it for despicable play.

At that time, he was too young to understand the profound meaning of the master's words.

However, even so, it still cannot stop Wang Zhanlin from loving his love for the sword.

He is the master's favorite disciple because he has the talent of choosing one in the martial arts of swords.

Cultivation always requires talent.

Talent determines a person's upper limit.

Moreover, Wang Zhanlin is not only talented, but also very diligent.

His love for swords was like an innate gene, deeply imprinted in his bones.

Sometimes, when the sun rises in the morning, Wang Zhanlin is already practicing swords in the yard.

When the sun sank to the west, he was still practicing swords in the yard.

Day after day, year after year.

Wang Zhanlin still remembers that he had practiced the simplest sword drawing method alone for a whole year.

Draw the sword a thousand times a day.

In a year, it was 365,000 times!

Since then, the action of drawing the sword has been deeply imprinted in Wang Zhanlin's bone marrow and will never be forgotten anyway.

At that time, the master asked him what was the purpose of practicing knife.

The young Wang Zhanlin thought for a while, then raised his head and replied firmly: "I want nothing in this world that cannot be cut by the sword in my hand."

"I want this world...a sword in my hand that cannot be cut off!"

The master was silent for a long time and left him a fourteen-word comment.

Although the son of a tiger and a leopard has not been written, he already has the energy of eating cows.

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When Wang Zhanlin pulled out the God-Slaying Sword, the bitter sword light surged from the blade made everyone around him feel trembling!

Before this, no one among them could feel such a sharp and powerful momentum from a knife.
Chapter completed!