Jian Jiu knew that most of Zhao Wujiang's countless sword energy were made by others as wedding dresses, such as Pei Jingcheng and many sword slaves in the sword tomb.

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

At least if he had come, he could not withstand so much sword energy day and night.

Zhao Wujiang's ability to withstand so much sword energy is enough to show that Zhao Wujiang is above him in terms of his talent in swordsmanship.

"The Sword Lord sent you here. What else do you want to do besides sending sword energy?"

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand and the invisible wind whistled, helping up the body of the man from the sword tomb.

"Guard the East Realm." Jian Jiu said with thoughts on his face:

"Many strong men from Jian Tomb have rushed to many defensive fortresses on the coastline of the East to assist the defenders of the East to fight.

There are two strong men, all the way to Jubei City, the north border, and the south border, the south border."

The Sword Master had long expected the war to happen. Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he sighed slightly, but there were no surprises. How could such a top-notch man have no plans?

It’s just not clear whether there is any transaction between the Sword Lord and the God Operator, and what are their common purposes?

Zhao Wujiang expected that Dongsheng City would have strong men to help defend the city, but he still did not expect that the entire battle situation in Daxia would be protected by the people from the sword tomb.

In the hearts of the people in the world before, the sword tomb was the home of those powerful people who could not stay in the world. Everyone inside had their own stories and was extremely powerful.

And the sword master who can take charge of the side has a huge cultivation level.

The sword tomb is a holy place in the hearts of those who practice swords, and it is a place where you don’t care much about everything in the world.

But now, no one expected that in this matter, the originally chivalrous world would have so many strong people to stop their own reinforcements and lose their chivalrousness.

On the contrary, the sword tomb, which has never been concerned about the world, has sent so many strong men to resist the invasion of foreign enemies and demonstrate the righteousness.

The master of swordsman's plan is evident.

Chen Weimin, the prefect of Dongsheng City, was stiff in a corner of the city tower, and was both shocked and numb to sweep away from Zhao Wujiang and these powerful people in the world.

He never thought that Zhao Wujiang, a civil servant with a famous reputation in Kyoto, had an unexpected martial arts cultivation, was just as good as Gao Jue, who was still Daozi, one of the major holy places in the world!

Zhao Wujiang was simply too amazing and talented. Looking at the history of Daxia, there was no one who could stand with him!

From the conversation between Zhao Wujiang and the people in the sword tomb, he learned that the Sword Lord actually sent so many strong men to reinforce the border, which shows how he was so righteous.

Chen Weimin breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the wall with weakness. His worries were finally completely relieved.

He no longer had to worry that the other eastern border cities would not have reinforcements and would be defeated quickly, resulting in the displacement of the people, fleeing everywhere, or the tragic death of the Japanese under the swords and arrows and iron hooves.

Zhao Wujiang nodded gently.

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

After answering Zhao Wujiang's words, Jian Jiu raised his hand and made a move. The dozens of nearly a hundred powerful sword tombs behind him all pinched the sword techniques together to guide the sword energy in his body.

All the sword energy are extraordinary, as thick as a long dragon and as vast as a sea of ​​clouds, rushing towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang's body was three feet tall and turned into a vortex of sword energy. The sword energy was overwhelming and rushed into his body, filling his limbs and bones, and a hundred acupoints.

Facing the sword energy initiation, Zhao Wujiang's clothes were rushing, his figure was still upright, his silk was still moving, his eyes became deeper, but there was no wave.

Above the dim sky, the dark clouds stacked seemed to be attracted, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and there were wisps of clouds that were uncontrollable and were sucked away by Zhao Wujiang.
Chapter completed!