After a cup of tea, Sword Wuji returned to the thatched hut.
In the light curtain, the scene of two people fighting appeared. Throughout the whole process, Sword Wuji was suppressed in close combat by Zhao Yuan's double-handed sword and couldn't raise his head. In the end, his skull was pierced through with one sword, the method extremely cruel.
Sword Wuji stared at the screen for two hours, and finally said with some disappointment, "Is this the strength of my fellow Senior Brothers in the sect? I can't even beat a Senior Brother ranked outside the top one thousand."
"Keep matching for me, I want to continue fighting," Sword Wuji felt that his true strength hadn't been fully utilized.
"Matching in progress."
At this time, Wang Xiangchi looked at the Trial Tower between the mountain range and said with a smile, "This is just the beginning."
As he spoke, he recalled the experiences of his childhood when he followed his Master, those suffering times were much worse than now.
