Wang Cheng looked at Lu Xinghe with his expression full of hesitation and struggle.

"Kill me...ahhh..."

A shrill scream kept echoing in the mouth of Lu Xinghe.

"Young Master Xinghe..."

Bai Hua, who was standing beside him, stared at Lu Xinghe with pain. Finally, a trace of determination appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly turned to Wangcheng and said, "Young Master Wangcheng...please... take action!"

"Birch..."

Wang Cheng turned to Bai Hua in shock.

"Do it!"

Bai Hua stared at Lu Xinghe with a look of pain, but the pain in his eyes was even better than Lu Xinghe.

For a moment, Wang Cheng also withdrew his gaze and slowly turned to Lu Xinghe.

"Kill...kill me..."

Lu Xinghe wailed intermittently, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

"Master Lu Xinghe..."

Wang Cheng stared at Lu Xinghe, and his heart gradually became a break. He looked solemn and said calmly: "I stepped into the Three Thousand Sorrows and only made two swords. The first sword, ten years of raising swords, ten years of quenching swords, ten years of hiding swords, one sword shocked the sky! The second sword, enlightening the heart, seeing the gods, realizing the truth, and then holding the sword, moving forward! Today, I will make the third sword for you."

"The third sword... OK!"

Lu Xinghe relied on the remaining mind that had last been left, gathering all the remaining power in his body and roared wildly!

"Get out the sword!"

"Clang!"
Chapter completed!