Seventeen swords flew backwards and were ignited by [Divine Fire].
When their sword bodies were completely covered by [Divine Fire], a bloodline appeared on their master's neck.
Lu Xun's sword energy flew out of the sword sheath very quickly, and in an instant, they directly harvested their lives.
The sword fell to the ground, and the corpse fell to the ground.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward one foot away.
And the aliens beside him couldn't help but retreat a little.
The cruel, bloodthirsty, and crazy aliens were also frightened by the scene just now.
This incredible method is daunting!
They subconsciously held the treasure in their hands tightly, fearing that their weapons would cause some changes.
Ye Sui'an glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart: "As a natural sword fetus, Senior Lu's method of controlling swords is getting more and more advanced."
He was a person who had been having a lot of conversations with Lu Xun several times. He had his first competition on the Jieyin Peak that day. The shock and panic when the sword could not be pulled out, and the shame and shock when the sword flew backwards were still deeply imprinted in his heart.
But he did not accumulate grievances or grudges for Lu Xun, only endless admiration.
Now, seeing the enemy being defeated by the same method, Ye Sui'an was actually a little happy!
That's it! That's it!
It's so cool!
Lu Xun looked at Ye Suian who was whistling to the sky with a question mark on his face.
Is this guy crazy?
He and Ye Sui'an fought all over the place in the middle of the battlefield, which gave Ye Sui'an a feeling that friendship was heating up quickly.
Men are all very simple creatures.
I took a five-kill in the Internet cafe and heard my game ID playing on the radio, I could be happy all day long.
And just like playing a wave of show with teammates in the game, the tacit understanding will soar.
Among the "Four Great Irons of Men", there is one who "carried the gun together". Although this sentence looks very uncomfortable, it means fighting side by side.
This led to... Ye Sui'an must now feel that he and Lu Xun are very close.
Lu Xun was not very emotional. He was only concerned about harvesting experience values, just like an old farmer with a bumper harvest, calculating his own harvest.
At this moment, his spiritual sense was a little exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively advanced to the next level, relying on killing people to return to the blue sky, could not have imagined?
Lu Xun, who has been promoted to level 38, has reached a new level.
So far, the battle has come to an end.
Since it has reached the final stage, then take a better collection.
A sword energy condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. It did not feel as if the spiritual energy was surging on its body. It was concentrated and restrained.
But in fact, it is composed of a large amount of sword energy.
Lu Xun is not often used in this way. To put it simply, it is stronger than strong, but it is too blue to be too blue and is not conducive to battery life, and it becomes weak as you fight.
But at the end, it is very useful.
White clouds surrounded this sword energy, and the sword intent was unscrupulously blessed on the sword energy.
The [Divine Fire] in the sword sheath rises from the sword energy, adding a sense of power and murderous intent to it!
I heard that some scholars have a righteous spirit in their bodies.
When the pen and ink fall, it has its own power!
Lu Xun waved his black robe's sleeves, and the ink air flow was generated in an instant.
The sword energy drifted with the waves, wrapped in ink airflow, and moved forward quickly, almost to the extreme.
This is a modified version of Lu Xun Demon, taught by Gui Bo - [Spit]!
A gust of wind blew over the sky, blew up Lu Xun's robe.
"A little bit of great energy, a thousand miles of wind!"
The sword energy traveled along the strong wind and the ink-colored airflow. Wherever it went, there was no one to stop it. It even broke out with blood everywhere!
It was like Lu Xun holding an invisible pen in his hand, pouring ink on this piece of rice paper in heaven and earth...
Written a "one".
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As time passed by minute by minute, the situation outside the sword city finally began to fall.
Smelling the pungent bloody smell in the air, everyone had only one thought - win!
This battle outside the Sword Forging City was full of dangers.
It was a dead end, but Lu Xun had the variable that had been added, and he turned around the situation.
The young man saved this great city in Xizhou with one sword!
Ye Sui'an, representing a group of Xizhou sword cultivators, bowed deeply to Lu Xun and said, "Ye Sui'an represents the sword casting city, thank you for your senior."
Lu Xun accepted it calmly and raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite."
He looked around and saw one old man after another.
They faced Lu Xun's eyes, held swords in both hands, and bowed to him.
Lu Xun returned gifts one by one.
He never thought that he would fight side by side with so many old men one day.
The romance of the sword cultivator and the spirit of the sword cultivator do not seem to pass by with the years.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and looked down.
The battlefield is located in the air, and at this moment, there are corpses after corpses on the ground outside Zhujian City.
There are foreign races and Xizhou sword cultivators.
Those white-haired old men completely closed their eyes outside Yu Zhujian City.
For those who survive on the battlefield, they have something to do that will make people physically and mentally exhausted.
That is to clean up the battlefield.
Everyone fell on the bloody earth outside the sword casting city, with a quiet expression and no one spoke.
If you listen carefully, you can actually hear the suppressed whimpering sound.
It is hard to imagine the scene of a group of old men kneeling down next to their friend's body.
The people lying on the ground have gray hair, while the people kneeling on the ground have white hair.
They are all old people who have lived for many years, but unfortunately, time has not allowed them to learn to be ruthless, and they have not even made them accustomed to parting and ignore separation.
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It's dawn and the night has passed.
In the sword casting city, some people went home, but some people did not.
In the blacksmith shop in the west of the city, a strong man with shirtless upper body waved his hammer hard.
The hammer hit the unformed sword, with a rhythmic sound but a little numb.
If it were in the past, an old one-armed person named Chu Beihan would have cursed him a lot, but now the strong man makes frequent mistakes but has not heard any curses.
There was a wooden sign hanging around his waist, which was the [Elder Order] of Wanjian Mountain. If he held this wooden sign in hand, he would be taken to Wanjian Mountain as his disciple by Wanjian Mountain.
There will be a new master to teach him, and he can also become the sword cultivator he dreams of.
"Hon--!" The hammer hit the sword heavily, and the strong man's eyes were blood-red and he was panting.
Suddenly, he felt a lighter on his waist.
The somewhat heavy wooden sign disappeared.
The strong man quickly turned around and saw a familiar one-arm figure outside the blacksmith shop.
"I'm very disappointed with the useless thing. I can't take it to Wanjian Mountain to worship a new master." A familiar hoarse voice rang in the blacksmith shop.
The one-armed old man looked at the strong man who was holding his hands on the stage, opened his mouth and sobbing, and couldn't speak for a long time, his eyes became a rare softer.
"Hmph! I will teach you myself in the future."
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In the east of the sword-making city, there is a small courtyard.
A plump woman holding wild flowers in her hand, counting the petals on the bouquet, over and over again.
The number she counts every time is different because she is confused and uneasy.
"bass--"
A sword light suddenly appeared, and a man in white-shirt with one eye blind and fluttering white hair appeared in the courtyard.
His body was covered in blood. He was not very scholarly at all, and now he looked even less decent.
"Da——" The wild flowers in the woman's hands were scattered all over the ground.
The man slowly moved forward, just like when he left, squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground, with soft eyes.
While picking it up, he whispered: "Yunniang, are you scared?"
The woman didn't reply.
The man was a little panicked, and he continued to pick up flowers and continued to find topics, "What have you been doing during the time I left?"
This time, the woman answered him.
Her voice choked and tears fell like rain, but her tone was as fierce as ever:
"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you to come home!"
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In the alley of Zhujian City, an old man hunchbacked came to the wooden door.
Compared to when he went out, his back seemed to be even more hunched.
The old man raised his right hand, gently wiped off the sword seal from the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door and enter.
Before pushing the door, he was stunned for a moment, withdrew his hands and hurried out to the alley.
"Oh! I haven't bought the candied haws that I promised Yaoya. I don't know if the vendor is still there."
The old man hunched his back and walked in a hurry, and began to search for candied haws all over the street.
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At this moment, the sky in Xizhou would occasionally pass by one stream of light.
Xizhou is a place for sword cultivators, not just two major sword sects, but each sword cultivator here has its own sword tomb.
The sword cultivator will apply a magic trick on his sword. After his death, the sword spirit will rely on this magic to activate the flying sword and fly back to the sword tomb.
The flowing light in the sky is one flying sword after another.
Some of them come from the West, and some come from outside the West.
Such a scene can be seen everywhere in the West. Just look up and you can see it.
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Chapter completed!