Chapter 1779 Live up to the sword in your hand and live up to your heart!

"Senior brother..."

Hearing Yuan Zhengyang's hearty laughter, Gu Han felt even more uncomfortable, and silently took out the most precious healing elixirs he had collected.

"Junior brother!"

Yuan Zhengyang refused on the spot, "You are so powerful, you should know that this medicine is useless to my senior brother!"

Gu Han naturally understood.

These pills cannot preserve the cultivation and strength that Yuan Zhengyang has cultivated for most of his life, but...

"I can save your life!"

“What’s the point of losing your life?”

"There can be many medicines."

Gu Han said softly: "But there is only one original senior brother Zhengyang!"

"..."

Yuan Zhengyang was startled, but suddenly he no longer refused, and felt even more relieved, "Okay, okay! I'll take what my junior brother gives me!"

"Senior brother."

Gu Han hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't hold it back, "Why did you..."

"Why ask about the sword?"

"..."

Gu Han was silent.

Silence represents acquiescence.

"Junior brother."

Yuan Zhengyang said softly: "Actually, the moment I came here, I knew that it was unlikely that I would be able to get out in this life."

Said.

He glanced at the hidden edge sword that only had half of it left in his hand.

"But I'm not willing to do it."

"I am a swordsman."

"Although he lived a mediocre and fearless life, when he was old, he was captured and became a slave. Not only did he destroy the foundation that he had worked hard to build for countless years!"

"Can……"

"so what?"

"I'm old, disabled, and useless...but before I die, senior brother wants to have an upright and grand sword fight!"

Caressing the hidden sword.

He laughed again.

"in this way."

"Only in this way can we live up to the sword in our hands, live up to our heart, live up to our actions in the world, and live up to...his old man's teachings!"

Gu Han sighed softly.

Suddenly, I felt that it was a huge regret and loss that Yun Jiansheng did not take Yuan Zhengyang as his disciple back then.

"also."

Yuan Zhengyang turned his eyes and looked deep into the City Lord's Mansion, "I also want to see Master Chicken, he is always inside."

"Chicken Master?"

Gu Han was slightly startled.

Then it dawned on me.

At this time, the mysterious city lord of Sword Suppression City and the four deputy city lords still didn't show up, which already explained the problem.

"them."

"Maybe he wants to get something from Mr. Chicken."

Although Chongming is weak.

But after all, with a semi-immortal foundation, he is naturally the object of everyone's covetousness.

"Bold maniac! I don't know the heights of the world!"

boom!

Also at this time!

Southeast direction.

A sound like thunder suddenly sounded, and a figure wrapped in a thick and majestic energy kept approaching!

"The mantis is using his arms as a chariot, and he is overestimating his own abilities!"

same.

To the northwest, another figure also appeared.

"You should be damned if you offend me in Sword City!!"

Due east, a figure also appeared!

immediately.

Due south, northeast, southeast... four more figures came together, totaling seven people!

All cultivations are unified!

The highest is the seventh level of Guiyi, and the lowest is the third level of Guiyi!

Shockingly, they are the remaining seven heavenly generals!

Behind seven people.

Dense blue dots are also constantly gathering. With the inner city as the center, the sky with a radius of thousands of miles is completely covered!

The monks of Sword City!

I can’t even count how many there are!

"well."

Yuan Zhengyang sighed, "Junior brother, you shouldn't be here..."

"Senior brother."

Gu Han's face was very calm and he said softly: "You just asked about the sword, but you only asked half of it. I will ask the remaining half for you."

While talking.

He took Yuan Zhengyang with him, and in a flash, he landed at the top of the city!

"Gu Jianshou!"

"Master!"

"Brother Yuan!"

"..."

Lao Sun also rushed over with three thousand sword cultivators, but less than one-third of the three thousand people found their swords.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

The violent domain power suppressed, and seven figures fell in front of Gu Han and the others.

now.

Outside the inner city, up and down in all directions.

It was almost packed with monks from Sword Town.

Everyone looked at the city, staring at this group of ragged and unkempt sword cultivators, with disdain, contempt, and anger... flashing through their eyes one by one.

And far away.

There are still a steady stream of monks from Sword Town arriving!

"Three thousand people."

The middle-aged swordsman sighed: "Yes...how many of them are there?"

He didn't bother to count anymore.

There are simply countless.

"Killing one is enough, killing two is enough to make money!"

The old sword cultivator sneered: "Kill ten of them and a hundred... That's a good business with huge profits!"

"Gentlemen, don't panic."

Old Sun stroked his beard and said calmly: "Young Master is here for everything."

Gu Han glanced at him with a puzzled look on his face.

Lao Sun acted even calmer than him!

"Sir."

Sensing Gu Han's gaze, Old Sun smiled faintly, "From what I can see, Old Sun, you can now show your trump card."

"What trump card?"

Gu Han was a little confused.

"What?"

Old Sun was also confused, "Sir...don't you have one?"

"Should I have?"

Lao Sun: "..."

Brush it!

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

He admits.

He has an element of gambling.

Since entering Zhenjian City, all his confidence, arrogant words, and pattern... all came from his imagined trump card of Gu Han!

But now...

He suddenly realized that he had lost the bet.

In an instant.

The pattern that had just been established was collapsing again.

"Just now, who said to ask for the sword?"

At this time.

One of the seven heavenly generals suddenly spoke, coldly: "Which one is Yuan Zhengyang?"

"I am."

Yuan Zhengyang spoke lightly, holding the hidden sword. Although his momentum was gone, his waist was still straight!

"Vile thing!"

A Zhenjian City monk cursed: "Come down from the inner city, just based on you, you are also qualified to set foot..."

Swish!

Before he finished speaking.

A ray of light flashed and sank into his brow!

Bang!

The body fell heavily!

What? !

The Zhenjian City monks were all dumbfounded, and they had no idea how this person died!

Swish, swish, swish!

The eyes of the seven great generals instantly fell on Gu Han!

The sword light was so fast.

It even surprised them!

"Who are you!"

The general stared at Gu Han earlier, and his intuition told him that the sword cultivator in front of him seemed different from the ones he had met before.

"Sword cultivator, Gu Han."

"Gu Han?"

The general took a look at Gu Han's attire and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You are not from my Sword City, who brought you in!"

"Matthew."

Gu Han smiled lightly and said, "Heavenly General Du Xuan's men."

"This Du Xuan!"

The general's expression turned cold and he shouted, "This idiot, he deserves to die!"

"Indeed."

Gu Han agreed, "So, I killed him."

What!

Several generals were stunned.

"Where's Du Qiong!"

"Both brothers are trash!"

Another general looked at the remaining guards in the distance with a stern look, and shouted: "A sword slave actually got in here, what is he doing as the commander of the inner city!"

"No need to look for him."

Yuan Zhengyang said indifferently: "He is dead too, I killed him."

Du Xuan, Du Qiong.

A pair of brothers.

Coincidentally, they died at the hands of Gu Han and Yuan Zhengyang, a pair of brothers.