Jian Jiu knew that most of Zhao Wujiang's countless sword spirits were made by others as wedding clothes, such as Pei Jingcheng and many sword slaves in Jianzhong.

But he was still convinced, because a person could not cultivate as much sword energy as he wanted.

At least if it were him, he wouldn't be able to withstand the erosion of so much sword energy day and night.

Zhao Wujiang can withstand so much sword energy, which is enough to show that Zhao Wujiang is above him in terms of talent in swordsmanship.

"The sword master has sent you here. Besides sending you sword energy, what else does he want you to do?"

The invisible wind howled as Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, lifting up the body of the person coming from the Sword Tomb.

"Guard the Eastern Territory." Jian Jiu said with a thoughtful look on his face:

"Many powerful men from the Sword Tomb have rushed to the defensive fortresses along the eastern coastline to assist the defenders of the eastern border of Great Xia in their operations.

There are still two groups of strong men, one going to Jubei City in the north, and the other going to Tiannanguan in the south."

The sword master had already expected the war that was about to happen? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart, but there were not many surprises. How could such a top powerhouse not have a plan?

It’s just unclear whether there is any deal between the sword master and the divine fortune teller, and what common purpose do they have?

Zhao Wujiang expected that Dongsheng City would have strong men to help defend the city, but he still did not expect that throughout the Great Xia War, people from the Sword Tomb would participate in the defense.

In the hearts of the people in the martial arts world in the past, the Sword Tomb was the place where those strong men who could not survive in the martial arts world lived together. Everyone inside had their own story, and they were all powerful and tyrannical.

And the sword master who can take charge of one side is even more impressive.

The Sword Tomb is a holy place in the hearts of those who practice swordsmanship. It is a place where people don't care much about the affairs of the world.

But now, no one may have expected that the originally chivalrous Jianghu would have so many strong men come forward to block reinforcements from their own people, thus losing their chivalry.

On the contrary, Jianzhong, who had always ignored the world, sent so many strong men to resist the invasion of foreign enemies and show their righteousness.

This is evident from the far-reaching plan of the sword master.

Chen Weimin, the governor of Dongsheng City, froze in a corner of the tower, a little shocked and a little numb as he looked away from Zhao Wujiang and these powerful people in the world.

He never imagined that Zhao Wujiang, a well-known civil servant in Kyoto, even though his martial arts skills were unexpectedly high, was actually the disciple of Sword Tomb, one of the most sacred places in the world!

Zhao Wujiang is simply amazing, extremely talented, and extremely talented. Looking at the history of Daxia, there is simply no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!

From Zhao Wujiang's conversation with the people at the Sword Tomb, he learned that the sword master actually sent so many strong men to reinforce the border, which shows how awe-inspiring and righteous he was.

Chen Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, and was so weak that he slumped down against the wall. His worries were finally completely let go.

He no longer had to worry about the other eastern border cities failing to receive reinforcements and quickly being defeated, causing the people to be displaced, flee in all directions, or die tragically under the swords, arrows and iron hoofs of the Japanese.

Zhao Wujiang nodded gently.

The sword energy on the tower was surging like the scorching sun melting snow, almost boiling, and a trembling sound filled the air.

After Jian Jiu finished answering Zhao Wujiang's words, he raised his hand and made a move. Dozens and hundreds of strong men from the Sword Tomb behind him all pointed at the sword secrets to guide the sword energy in their bodies.

Each sword energy was extraordinary, some were as thick as a long dragon, and some were as vast as a sea of ​​clouds, running towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang's body of three feet turned into a whirlpool of sword energy. The sword energy surged into his body overwhelmingly, filling his limbs and bones and more than a hundred apertures.

Facing the initiation of the sea of ​​sword energy, Zhao Wujiang's clothes rustled, his posture remained tall and straight, not moving at all, his eyes became deeper and deeper, but there was no wave.

Above the dark sky, the stacked dark clouds seemed to be attracted. The sea of ​​clouds was churning, and wisps of clouds and mist were uncontrollably sucked away by Zhao Wujiang.
Chapter completed!