"Big words without shame," someone beside sneered.
The Palace Master of Lianjian Academy exchanged a glance with the female Vice Palace Master beside him.
They both had absolute confidence.
A long time ago in Great Zhou, there was a legend of Three Swords.
The so-called Three Swords were the Sword Madman, along with the Nameless Duo.
After defeating Sword Madman Li Zi, the whole Great Zhou's Sword Dao revered them, and Lianjian Academy was also known as the strongest Sword Dao Holy Land.
Therefore, in the way of the sword, they feared no one.
"How about this," said the Palace Master: "If you win against us, you may deal with us as you please.
Your lives as the stake, but if we win, we only want the Sword Canon, and will let you leave safely. How about that?"
"Accepted," Xie Changliu replied calmly.
With a step forward, his figure was already standing on the dueling platform, his body erect, like a sharp sword about to be drawn from its sheath.
