Me, sword fairy!

"I want to kill." Han Qinghua replied. He stood up and drew out his knife.

The white-robed man watched Han Qinghua walk into Xu's house.

After a while, Han Qinghua walked out with a tired look.

The white-robed man nodded and said, "Yes."

Two hundred years later, in the early days of Jianzong, there was a world walking, named Han Qinghua.

When the Sect Master brought this little beggar back and expressed his intention to train him, no one in the Sword Sect at the beginning of the primacy supported him.

Two hundred years later, Han Qinghua reached the imperial realm.

But his imperial realm is a bit different from others.

In the imperial realm of others, cut off the demons, create their own natal martial arts, and turn what they have learned into a unique technique, thus ringing the bell of the great road and reaching the emperor realm.

But Han Qinghua is different.

He didn't have a natal martial arts, and logically speaking, it would be impossible to reach the emperor realm without natal martial arts, but Han Qinghua just arrived.

He is a sword repairer, but his sword is very special.

Because his sword is his demon.

The heart demon is a sword and a scabbard.

Then, he entered this arena.

Down the mountain tiger, enter the river dragon.

Borrowing my sword to go to Kyushu, there will be no unevenness in the world.

When he was a young man, he talked and killed people.

Over three thousand years, Han Qinghua, a sword demon, was born.

For three thousand years, Han Qinghua's title has finally changed from Heart Demon Sword Emperor to a simple word.

Sword Demon.

It was on this day that Han Qinghua created a secret method.

"Are you here? The highlight." Su Wangyou whispered.

"It's true."

I don't know when, Han Qinghua has already walked to Su Wangyou's side with a serious expression.

"What?!" Su Wangyou was startled, and subconsciously stared at Han Qinghua in the picture, but the picture instantly turned into nothingness.

In the boundless world, only Su Wangyou and Han Qinghua remained.

Han Qinghua said to himself: "Did you still do some extra things..."

Afterwards, Han Qinghua said softly: "Do you want my heritage?"

Su Wangyou's eyes returned to clarity, he nodded calmly, and said, "Yes."

Han Qinghua didn't expect Su Wangyou to be so upright, but he was an old monster who lived for 18,000 years. Even after hearing such an answer, he did not show a trace of surprise.

"I do have the intention to pass on this secret method, but if the person who accepts the inheritance is not correct or is simply a waste, then forget it.

Han Qinghua flicked his sleeves, and breathtaking sword glows emerged from him. Those sword glows effortlessly pierced Su Wangyou's body guard sword gang, directly facing Su Wangyou's spirit.

"I ask, you answer, if you lie, die!"

Su Wangyou narrowed his eyes.

"Are you... threatening me?"

Chapter 22 The light cloud covers the moon, the wind returns to the snow

Su Wangyou hates being threatened.

Even if the opponent is an ancient boss from the previous generation.

Su Wangyou held down Ran Xu and asked again: "Are you... threatening me?!"

Like a burst of thunder, Su Wangyou's violent shout resounded throughout the void.

"threaten me?!"

At this moment, Su Wangyou's aura was terrifying beyond words.

Even Han Qinghua's body was uncontrollably stiff for a moment.

But Han Qinghua killed countless in his life, how could he be so simply frightened?

"Yes or no, is there any meaning?" Han Qinghua said coldly: "Go away, you are not qualified to get my inheritance!"

What kind of arrogant person is Su Wangyou?He immediately turned around without hesitation and stepped out.

Because of the excessive movement, the elder's clothes on his body were a little loose, revealing the light cloud-covering moon clothes inside.

With sharp eyes, Han Qinghua saw Qingyun Bi Yueyi.

"Wait——————!" He shouted violently, and after a step, his figure changed, he came to Su Wangyou.

"This dress on your body...Qingyun concealed the moon clothes! How did you get it!"

Su Wangyou narrowed his eyes slightly.

For example, Han Qinghua’s 10,000-year-old fried dough sticks can show such an expression, then he is probably really anxious...

[But, how can I explain the origin of this dress? I can't say it came out of the box, right?] Su Wangyou was lost in thought.

But when he looked like this in Han Qinghua's eyes, he became hesitant to talk.

At this time, I have to emphasize again the benefits of being handsome. If Su Changge made this expression here, then Han Qinghua would definitely think that Su Changge was a light cloud-covered mooncoat obtained through improper means, but when Su Wangyou When making this expression, Han Qinghua only felt that he had talked about Su Wangyou's sadness, which made the other person stop talking.

Han Qinghua sighed and closed his eyes lonely.

"Fine, nothing."

Su Wangyou immediately felt the incomparable brain-replenishing ability of the other party, and the process of being in a daze, maybe everyone was already an epic masterpiece.

Opening his eyes again, Han Qinghua refused to mention clothes and inheritance. Instead, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the sword art, and said: "I have already helped you untie the seal of the wind and snow. It belongs to you."