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Chapter 890 Ten years of sword training, no regrets in life(2/2)

Only by holding on to these four barriers is Shenzong's only hope.

"If these four layers of barriers are broken, the hundreds of millions of sentient beings in Tai Chi Peak Lake, all our young disciples, and everything in our Shen Sect will be exposed to the opponent's sword!"

It was very quiet inside the Tribulation Tower.

The hearts of more than a dozen people were beating fast.



On the battlefield.

Tai Chi Peak Lake Dongfang.

Feng Qingyu stretched out his hand to stop him, and the hundreds of thousands of Jie Lao from the Sword Sect all stopped in their tracks.

"Sect Master, the opponent has broken the five layers of barrier, why don't they attack?"

Many people asked anxiously.

"No more fighting, wait for someone else." Feng Qingyu said.

Everyone was surprised to find that this swordsman who had never really smiled in his whole life actually smiled while looking in the direction of Tai Chi Peak Lake.

That smile seemed to have given him the answer he longed for.

That's a knowing smile.

"Who are you waiting for?"

Everyone was confused.

"Waiting for an important person, waiting for our true brothers, the life and death compatriots of our Sword Clan."

"Their bodies have the same blood as ours, and their sea of ​​consciousness has the same souls as ours!"

"We just need to welcome them here with our greatest enthusiasm!"

Feng Qingyu said loudly.

Who is he talking about?

Many people find it unbelievable.

Will those so-called 'own tribe' who even look down upon the Six Paths Sword God come together with me?

"So, it was Renyuan Sect leader Jian Wuwu who broke the Shen Sect's fifth barrier on his own!"

The entire Sword Sect was talking a lot and was dumbfounded.

They looked up and saw their leader, Feng Qingyu, standing at the cusp of the storm.

He had his hands behind his back, his green clothes fluttering, and a smile on his face.

It's like going back to my boyhood!

At that time, the young men who represented the top geniuses of the two tribes met during an experience.

"Are you from the Feng Family of the Tai'a Sword Clan?" the young man in blue asked.

"Are you a member of the damn Taiyi Sword Clan?" he asked contemptuously.

They fought again and again, refusing to give in to each other.

The differences between clans and branches brought about the competitiveness, which made them never stop.

until one day--

They discovered that life seemed so lonely without this sword-training opponent.
Chapter completed!
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