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Oh... Look at the situation of the Sword Academy.
Li Weixuan actually specially approved the privilege of being a person from the outer school. Such an honor is probably rare in the entire academy.
It is obvious that in terms of hospital friendship, the relationship between the Apocalypse and the Sword Academy is more effective.
After Cass comes back, you can also suggest that some areas of the Apocalypse that are open to the Apocalypse - teachers and students of the Sword Academy will not dislike it.
"Yes, I'm just about to go in, thank you for your hard work to open the door."
Regardless of whether they disliked them or not, Fu Qian expressed his dislike, and really nodded and stood in front of the door.
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The dark door opened silently, and the familiar scenes and solemn aura came to my face in an instant.
"Professor Fu can freely enter and exit every floor. If you have any questions, please call me anytime."
The gatekeeper adhered to the style of a kendo monk, and he had no nonsense after entering the door. He specifically stated that he had no movement restrictions at all, so he quietly retreated.
"Okay, thank you."
With such kindness, how could Fu Qian fall into the demeanor of Apocalypse? He walked to the depths of Jiange while gently thanking him, and after a moment, he stood in front of a black long sword.
The familiar rugged appearance has no longer the alternative smell. It is obvious that it has been replaced by the genuine product, no longer the previous mushroom sword.
That's right, it was the one that Professor Rob had secretly operated.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥⊥Book⊥⊥⊥First⊥!
Although the imitation is vivid and even has a unique evil nature because of the special materials used, compared with this original version, it is less charming.
But it is still not what I found.
Fu Qian continued to move forward, stepped onto the stairs, and came to the second floor... Sure enough, there were a wide range of heroic spirits.
Perhaps the rank cannot be considered very high, but it is really a reflection of the rich accumulation of "cultivation".
Fu Qian's words are quite strict, because as mentioned earlier, there is not only sword, but also weapon.
And while admiring the past, Fu Qian couldn't help but think of the glorious years when he was surrounded by sword intent and had all kinds of magic.
Thinking about it today, I can’t bear to look back.
Click!
The next moment he reached out his hand, took a medium-length straight sword from the base, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
After confirming that the vermilion hilt matched the color of his new jacket, Fu Qian handed it to another hand with satisfaction and continued to go up the floor - and took another sword.
The principle of selection this time is not because of the color of the hilt, but even though it has been a collection, the sword body is still as bright as autumn water, which can clearly reflect your own image and be used as a mirror.
when!
He threw the box he was carrying all the way to the ground, took out Ji's incense axe, threw it into his mouth and bit it between his teeth, and the remaining two swords crossed into a cross, and put on a shape.
Even maintaining this scene of shame, he came to the top level of Jiange.
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"The boy doesn't know the taste of sorrow... Fall in love with Cen Lou..."
The three-knife flow seemed not that easy, but Fu Qian still maintained an amazing momentum and made a speechless sound.
It was still empty, and it was obvious that there was no mentor working here today in the Sword Academy.
But it doesn't matter, there is a Master Apocalypse here.
With a arrogant look, Fu Qian finally changed his posture, pointing his swords obliquely to both sides, and stretching his arms, looking at the numerous ancient sword skeletons as if they were about to start the whirlwind slash-
In the chaotic sound of shattering, layers of sword blade storms were really launched in the sanctuary of the Sword Academy.
Not only were many precious collections involved in an instant, but they even swept all the way, directly tearing the ancient building apart from the inside.
There seemed to be a scream, but it did not stop Fu Qian from holding the sword at all - until the latter became non-existent the next moment.
Just when the blade touched a rolling sword in chaos, it didn't even make any sound. The weapon in Fu Qian's hand had drifted into sand and was transmitted all the way upward, swallowing his fingers, palms, and arms...
The extraordinary flesh and blood strength of the second-level is not reflected at all.
Chapter completed!