He did what he said, and he was lucky enough to point his hand at the border gate a hundred years ago and caught it.

But at this time, a flying star-like gas mountain flew into his wrist in the distance, which made him miss the position of the historical image.
That historical image was pushed into the fog by the fluctuation caused by the collision of two forces and gradually disappeared.
Big sumeru displeased and turned to see the man’s face suddenly hung up with a smile.
He saw that most powerful man in the battle image.
When Fang Yunhan came back to see the change, he saw a monster when he saw Sumeru.
The fog of history behind big sumeru was instigated by his pure ideas and passionate desires, and the kind of world he expected vaguely emerged.
That’s endless fierce fighting. Everyone has developed a character of fighting or dying because of the growing atmosphere. Except for fighting and martial arts, there is no other knowledge that has the opportunity to develop and continue.
It seems that mankind will become stronger and stronger in the whole era, but all people’s lives are left with "strength"
Fang Yunhan’s breathing is stagnant.
This Chinese Yunhan, who has no air boundary, has been breathing normally, which is naturally caused by the even rhythm of his strength.
But aft seeing that world and the possibility clearly, he felt almost suffocate.
Two people stand still for a long time.
Big sumeru’s fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger. "Your name is Fang Yunhan, right? Do you want to have a fight?"
"It’s so sad."
Fang Yunhan’s response is such a sigh, and it is more like breathing after being on the verge of suffocation.
He gasped and then repeated the sentence.
"It’s so sad …"
Bang!
Fang Yunhan seems to bite his teeth and stretch out his hand sullenly to crush his hair crown and tear off his Kuroha Great-Coat. Finally, he raised his knife and pointed to the opposite side.
His eyes are getting bigger and bigger
"Want to make such a sad thing! I’ll fucking kill you today! ！”
Chapter 393, the end of Vientiane history.
In the dark and empty fog, two figures are separated by about a thousand feet.
But in a moment, the purple knife light wiped away the distance between them
Than sharp blade mans expanded into a huge cross section smooth and full, as if a handle can come to the mountain purple axe to slay a flying worm, like chopping at the big sumeru figure.
And big sumeru’s body really became tiny and smart in this moment, like a worm sticking to the side of the huge knife, and easily turned around a distance and kicked the middle of the blade to avoid it.
He stretched his arms with that pedal force as if he didn’t know that the world was vast and he didn’t want to know that he wanted to travel in the square. The owl suddenly went away and pulled the distance between them again and asked questions.
"You seem to be a little angry, although fighting is certain. Have I done something too much?"
"You really haven’t done it yet because I won’t leave you a chance to continue."
Fang Yunhan’s vitality seems to be resting and venting thousands of meniscus knife lights. With a wave of his long knife, he bursts out from the vast expanse of emptiness.
These rotary knives cover an area of 100 acres, just like a canopy embroidered with the moon and pressed against the big sumeru.
If it is a real-world drama, every inch of material in this range will be repeatedly bombarded and cut until it is crushed into sand.
Big sumeru figure, these attacks are so dense that the meniscus knife light miraculously turns around and flashes away.
The body that originally belonged to Jueshen is like a collection of expensive, haggard, hard, just cold and other admirable, near and annoying characteristics.
But big sumeru mobilizes the same body, and the indescribable vitality in it can make people ignore all the original characteristics.
His posture is like a dragon that used to take thousands of years to grow, but it suddenly breaks out of its shell and grows into a rabid dragon, and sometimes it looks like a towering mountain tree that has withered and become no bigger than a butterfly, carrying out a vigorous falling and drifting.
The sudden change in size was simply interpreted by him as a pure natural rough movement.
However, due to such changes and flickering, sumeru is still chasing the previous question, and it seems that he has to ask himself a question of curiosity.
"What? I’ve seen some of your images, and you will obviously like it after a hundred years compared with that era a hundred years ago. "