"I'm so angry that I'm going to see how you're going to wash my Xiling Mountain."

call out!

At this moment, the long sword behind Jiang Di was unsheathed.

His body flashed, appeared in the air more than ten meters high, and took the long sword.

The long sword in his hand tilted, facing Xiaoyaodan below.

"The Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Jue?"

The ancient martial artists in the distance all changed their faces and all retreated slightly.

The Jiang family was able to become the leader of the four ancient clans and dominate the ancient martial arts world for thousands of years because of a set of swordsmanship that shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.

And this is the starting move of the Thirteen Swords of Tianjue.

In the distance, Jiang Chen watched this scene.

Looking at the person in the distance, he murmured softly: "Why are the strong men from the Heavenly King Palace coming? Could it be?"

He suddenly remembered something and stared at the river land standing in the sky with a long sword pointing across the river.

After a few seconds, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Chapter completed!