I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Legend of the Great Sage
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
I, The Dragon Overlord
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Zhan Long
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3390: Disciple of a Sovereign
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 41: The Daoist Nun Who Came From Afar
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Chapter 95 - You Like Me Too, Don't You?
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 55: The Pick Up Artist
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 03 Chapter 028: Electromagnetic Energy Ability Obtained
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 444 - New Eternal Night
Legend of the Asura
Chapter 270: The fate of provoking Asura
Give Me Another Smile (GL)
Chapter 94 - Staying Over Temporarily?
Underworld Player
Chapter 33 - Easy-Peasy
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 413 - Affairs of Huang Li Island
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 412 - Violet Eestern Fire
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 411 - A Deal
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 410 - Confusion
Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit
Chapter 409
I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey
Chapter 378: Perfect Ending
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 40: Upheaval
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3389: Great Completion of Sword Immortal (Two)
Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End
Chapter 561: Evaluation
Within a seemingly endless chain of mountain ranges, there were two sword-shaped mountain peaks well over a thousand feet tall and a hundred meters apart from each other as it towered under the vast ocean of clouds.
Both of these sword-shaped mountains were extremely precipitous and looked as if two gods had once stabbed their swords into the world. No matter where one looked, there was no way to climb up these mountains.
At the very top of these peaks, there was only less than a hundred meters between one peak to the next. There was a faint amount of fog that hampered the visibility of the area to a confusing degree. However, despite the hazy visibility, one would still be able to faintly make out two people standing at the very top of the mountain peaks calmly and motionlessly as if they were stone statues. Only their clothes and wind had fluttered with the fierce gale of wind that blew across the sky.
Between these two people, one of them was a youth that was no older than 20 years old. This youth was incredibly handsome with a flawless facial appearances. It could be said that his appearances was simply unrivaled throughout the world and was a natural lady killer. His rather ordinary-looking eyes contained a unique amount attractiveness and fascination to them and seemed as if it could steal the soul of whomever.
The youth had long black hair with a length that reached his waist without being tied up in any way, allowing it to float freely in the fierce wind as if it was dancing. On his back was a single long sword that was wrapped up in a thick white layer of cloth. On the exquisite sword hilt that stuck out from the cloth, one could make out the two words “Light Wind”. What was most puzzling about the sword however was the fact that there had been no ropes binding it to the youth at all. It seemed as if it was stuck to the back of the youth without any chance of falling--clearly a very hard display to explain.
This youth’s name was Jian Chen, the number one expert with a name that shook the Heavens and the Jianghu with the moniker of “Sword God”. His quick sword techniques had long since reached perfection and could be considered the sword master of the generation. Despite being only 20 or so years old, he had already reached a realm of great heights.
The details regarding Jian Chen were relatively unknown to the people of the Jianghu. Aside from that he was an orphan with no affiliations to any school or sect, there was nothing else known about him. His history was essentially a riddle, and the strong style of martial arts and the exquisite sword style he used had been an utter mystery on where to learn it.
And on the other sword-shaped peak a hundred meters away was a single large man wearing black robes. This was an elderly man who looked to be around 50 to 60 years old with hair that was tied up in the same fashion of the neck of a crane. Both of his elderly eyes lit up with a lively spirit that seemed to shine with a light that lit up the entire area. His gaze had bee
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