387, [Sword Returns to Xizhou]

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Seventeen swords flew upside down and were ignited by [Sacred Fire].

When their sword blades were completely covered by [Sacred Fire], a line of blood appeared on their master's neck.

Lu Xun's sword energy flew out from the scabbard very quickly, directly killing their lives in an instant.

The sword fell to the ground, and the body also fell to the ground.

Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward a foot.

The foreign race next to him couldn't help but retreat a little.

The cruel, bloodthirsty, and crazy alien race was also frightened by the scene just now.

This incredible method is daunting!

They subconsciously clenched the exotic treasures in their hands, fearing that their weapons would also produce some changes.

Ye Sui'an glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart: "Senior Lu is a born swordsman, and his sword control methods are becoming more and more sophisticated."

He was someone who had sparred with Lu Xun several times. When they sparred for the first time on Jieyin Peak that day, the shock and panic when the sword couldn't be pulled out, and the humiliation and shock when the sword flew out were still deeply imprinted on his memory. In his heart.

But towards Lu Xun, he had no grudges or grudges, only endless admiration.

Now, seeing his enemies defeated by the same means, Ye Sui'an felt a little relieved!

That's how it should be! That's how it should be!

So cool!

Lu Xun looked at Ye Sui'an, who was screaming up to the sky, with a question mark on his face.

Is this guy out of his mind?

He and Ye Sui'an were killing everyone in the center of the battlefield, which gave Ye Sui'an a feeling that their friendship was rapidly warming up.

Men are very simple creatures.

Get a pentakill in an Internet cafe and hear your game ID being played on the radio, which can make you happy all day long.

And just like having a great show with teammates in the game, the sense of tacit understanding will soar.

Among the "Four Irons of Man", there is "carrying a gun together". Although this sentence seems strange and 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 didn't have much emotion. He only focused on harvesting experience points, just like an old farmer who had a good harvest and was counting his harvest.

At this moment, his consciousness was somewhat exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively moved up a level and relied on killing people to regain his master level. Unexpected, right?

After reaching level 38, Lu Xun's own strength has reached a new height.

So far, the battle has come to an end.

Now that we have reached the final stage, let’s finish it beautifully.

A sword energy condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. There was no surging spiritual energy on it. It was concentrated and restrained.

But in fact it is made up of a large amount of sword energy.

This method is not commonly used by Lu Xun. To put it simply, the strong will return to the strong, but it consumes too much mana and is not conducive to battery life. It will be exhausted every time it is used.

But at the end of the day, it was particularly useful.

White clouds and mist surrounded the sword energy, and the sword's intention unbridledly blessed the sword energy.

The [Sacred Fire] in the scabbard rises in the sword energy, adding power and killing intent to it!

I heard that some scholars have great righteousness in their bodies.

When the pen and ink fall, it has its own power!

Lu Xun waved the sleeves of his black robe, and ink-colored air flow was generated in an instant.

The sword energy drifted with the current, wrapped in the ink-colored airflow, and moved forward rapidly, reaching its extreme speed.

This is Lu Xunmo's modified version, taught by Gui Bo - [thorn]!

Above the sky, a strong wind blew past, blowing Lu Xun's robe so fiercely.

"A little bit of awe-inspiring energy, a thousand miles of joyful wind!"

The sword energy traveled on the strong wind and the ink-colored air current. Wherever it went, no one could stop it. It actually cut a path forcefully and blood spilled everywhere!

It was as if Lu Xun was holding an invisible pen and writing ink on the rice paper of heaven and earth...

Write a "one".

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As time passed by, the situation outside Sword Forging City finally began to turn one-sided.

Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, everyone had only one thought - win!

This battle outside Sword Forging City is full of dangers.

It was originally a dead end, but with the addition of Lu Xun, the situation was turned around.

This young man saved this big city in Xizhou with one man and one sword!

Ye Sui'an, on behalf of a group of Xizhou sword cultivators, bowed deeply to Lu Xun and said, "Ye Sui'an, on behalf of Sword Forging City, would like to thank Senior Lu."

Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite."

He looked around and saw old men one after another.

They met Lu Xun's gaze, held swords in both hands, and held their hands towards him.

Lu Xun returned the greetings one by one.

He never thought that one day he would fight side by side with so many old men.

It seems that the style of swordsmanship and the spirit of swordsmanship will not fade away with the years.

Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and glanced down.

The battlefield is in the air, and at this moment, there are corpses one after another on the ground outside Sword City.

There are those from foreign races and those from Xizhou sword cultivators.

Those gray-haired old men completely closed their eyes outside the Sword Making City.

For those who survived the battlefield, they still had something to do that was physically and mentally exhausting.

That is to clean up the battlefield.

Everyone fell on the bloody ground outside Sword Forging City, their expressions were silent, and no one spoke.

If you listen carefully, you can actually hear suppressed whimpering.

It is hard to imagine the scene of a group of old people kneeling dejectedly next to the corpse of their friend.

The person lying on the ground has gray hair, and the person kneeling on the ground also has gray hair.

They are all old people who have lived for many years, but it is a pity that time has not made them learn to be ruthless, or even made them accustomed to separation and ignoring separation.

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The day has dawned and the night has passed.

In Sword Forging City, some people went home, but some people did not.

In the blacksmith shop in the west of the city, a muscular man with a shirtless upper body was swinging a hammer vigorously.

The hammer struck the unformed sword body. The sound was rhythmic, but the movement was a little numb.

In the past, a one-armed old man named Chu Beihan would have cursed loudly, but now the strong man makes frequent mistakes, but no curses are heard.

There is a wooden sign hanging on his waist, which is the [Elder Order] of Wanjian Mountain. He can hold this wooden sign and go to Wanjian Mountain, and he will be accepted as a disciple by Wanjian Mountain.

There will be a new master to teach him, and he can also become the swordsman he dreams of.

"Hey——!" The hammer hit the sword hard, and the strong man's eyes were blood red and he was breathing heavily.

Suddenly, he felt a lightness in his waist.

The heavy wooden sign disappeared.

The strong man turned around quickly and saw a familiar one-armed figure outside the blacksmith shop.

"It's useless. I'm very disappointed. I can't take it to Wanjian Mountain to worship a new master." A familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith shop.

The one-armed old man looked at the strong man with his hands on the table, his mouth open and whimpering. He was speechless for a long time, and his eyes showed a rare softness.

"Hmph! I will teach you in person from now on."

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To the east of Sword Forging City, in a small courtyard.

A plump woman held wild flowers in her hands and counted the petals on the bouquet over and over again.

The number she counted was different every time because she was confused and restless.

"bass--"

A sword light suddenly appeared, and a man in a white shirt with one eye blind and flowing white hair appeared in the courtyard.

His body was covered in blood. He was not bookish to begin with, and now he looked even less presentable.

"Da——" The wild flowers in the woman's hands were scattered all over the ground.

The man moved forward slowly, just like when he left, he squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground, his eyes soft.

As he picked it up, he said softly: "Mother Yun, does this scare you?"

The woman didn't reply.

The man was a little panicked. He continued to pick up flowers and continued to find topics: "What have you been doing while I've been gone?"

This time, the woman answered him.

Her voice was choked with tears, but her tone was as fierce as ever:

"What else can you do? I'm waiting for you to come home!"

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In the alley of Sword Forging City, a hunchbacked old man came to the wooden door.

Compared to when he went out, his back seemed even more hunched.

The old man raised his right hand, gently wiped away the sword mark on the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door open and enter.

Before pushing the door, he suddenly froze for a moment, retracted his hands, and hurriedly walked out of the alley.

"Oops! I haven't bought the candied haws I promised Yaya yet, and I don't know if the vendor is still there."

The old man had a hunched back and hurried steps, and began to search for the candied haws on the streets.

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At this moment, streams of light would flash across the sky in Xizhou from time to time.

Xizhou is a place for sword cultivators, not just the two major sword sects, but every sword cultivator sect here has its own sword tomb.

The sword cultivator will cast a spell on his sword. After his death, the sword spirit will rely on this spell to move 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 originated from Xizhou, and some came from outside Xizhou.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you look up.

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The sword returns to Xizhou.