This number of poisonous text volume 384, [Eternal Romance, Sword Cultivation Spirit] At the top of the Sword Forging City, Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, looking at the sword lights rising into the sky, and looking at the sword cultivators who came to the sword, he felt that the scene in front of him might be unforgettable forever.

In an instant, flying swords were everywhere on the walls of this big city.

Some of them have gray hair, some are physically disabled, and some are not long... But when they have a sword in their hands, all they show is the spirit of sword cultivator!

Just as the one-eyed sword cultivator said, our sword cultivator is unparalleled in the world!

Want to invade this sword-casting city...

Have you asked if my sword is there!

Although Zhujian City is an elderly care city, it does not mean that anyone can take it.

Just as the saying on earth is that, Lian Po is old, can he still earn money?

All foreign races outside the city should be killed!

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On the city wall, Ye Sui'an tightly grasped the long sword in his hand [Moon Emperor].

He could feel the excitement of the [Moon Emperor] sword spirit.

"Get up!" Ye Sui'an walked with his sword and flew towards the alien army outside the city.

But some swords came from behind.

"I am Wu Shanshui, the Supreme Elder of Yijian Mountain!"

The sword light overflowed and rushed into the alien army.

The clouds in the sky were all crushed by the waves of the sword energy.

The power of a sword is cloudless for a hundred miles!

"I am Chubei Han, Wanjian Mountain!"

A blue sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor crossing the sky, with a strong murderous intent and even more murderous intention.

When the blue sword energy approached the alien race, like the Nine Heavens Blue Dragon, swaying in the crowd, and with one blow, many alien races flew backwards, and even the weapons in their hands were broken!

"I am a casual cultivator in Xizhou, Chen Yixi!"

The sword cultivator with only one eye moved forward, and the sword was like thunder, and it directly hit the person led by the alien army.

The other party raised his fist to greet him, and under the thunderous sword, he was forced to retreat several feet.

"I am Shen Qingshan, the Sword Sect of Jingtai, who dares to take my sword!"

A sword is like a mountain pressing on the top, from top to bottom, with a huge momentum.

A foreign race who is comparable to the sixth realm was cut off before he could react!

Ye Sui'an listened to familiar names and felt mixed emotions.

One sword cultivator after another is all old seniors.

Some of them are famous and have a well-known name, which makes people feel awe.

Some disciples have countless disciples and grandchildren, and in their lifetime, they have cultivated countless promising sword cultivators.

Some of them devoted themselves to the sect throughout their lives and died for Xizhou. Now their life span is less than a few years left, and they just want to spend a few years of peace in Zhujiancheng.

Yes, they should have lived their lives in the sword casting city and spent the rest of their lives.

Now he is fighting side by side with himself, facing countless alien races.

But Ye Sui'an knew very well that if he had not called them on the top of the city just now, they would have been disappointed with him.

No, it is not just disappointment, it is even an offense to these old predecessors and an insult.

We sword cultivators are never afraid of war.

It’s right for me to retire here, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have the power to fight.

They are like veterans retreating from the battlefield, with a common belief in their hearts...

If there is a war, you will be called back!

At this time, if they do not set out on the sword, they will regret today even at the moment of death.

"Swish!" Ye Sui'an's sword energy directly cut through the abdomen of a foreign race.

Blood splattered onto his palms, not because it was warm or hot.

There was only one thought left in his mind:

kill!

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There are not many players in the Sword Forging City, but there are still some.

They saw the scenes just now and recorded the video directly.

"Damn, I actually got goosebumps just now!"

"The first thing I think of is the veteran! The veteran will not die!"

"I'm on the video, and I feel that I'm asking for support. We have too few people!"

"I'm still talking about your mother! Why do you care about so much? Come with me! Grass! Fuck them to death!"

"One word: rush!"

"Take me one! Go!"

Compared with other areas, the number of players in Sword Forging City is very small.

As they flew out of the city, prompt messages popped up in front of them.

"【Ding! Please help Ye Sui'an, the descendant of Jianshan, guarding the sword-making city.】"

"【Successfully defending the city, you can get a reward of 250,000 experience points.】"

Compared with the tasks received by players of the Fire Yan Sect, guarding the Sword Forging City has an experience value of 100,000 more.

This actually reflects from the side, and the task is more difficult!

There are more alien races here, there are a large number of high-level alien races, and countless low-level alien races.

Although these old-age sword cultivators have good realm cultivation, they still have a huge gap in quantity.

But when the players rushed into the battlefield, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

So fierce!

These gray-haired practitioners are so strong that they are indescribable!

"You uncle or your uncle!" A word came to the mind of the sand sculpture player.

What made them feel most excited was that when these old people were killing the enemy, they saw a group of young people around them, who did not hide their own personalities at all, and even taught them intentionally.

A player saw the alien spear stabbing at his chest and was ready to hand over the resurrection number, but saw a sword light flashing by.

A gray-haired old man saved him, turned his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Hmph! Look, you are seeking death when you just drew the sword like that. Let's see how I drew the sword!"

Similar scenes were staged in front of one player after another. They were originally very excited because these teachings were beneficial to their future operations, and they were all small tips that were hard to find.

But after the excitement, they couldn't help but feel a little silent.

Because these old men were all too hard and tried their best to rush ahead of these young men.

Are they pretending to be idle in front of young practitioners?

Of course not.

It's because they don't know if they will die.

Teach them more and just treat it as your last contribution to the Xizhou Jiandao.

We are already silenced in the wind, and will be extinguished at any time and will not live for many years.

But you are different. You are the scorching sun in the sky and are in the best time of the practitioner's life.

The candles wanted to burn again in the end, burning desperately and burning with all their might.

Burn every drop of oil and every bit of wax.

"Boys! Swords... are used like this!"

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The leader of the alien army outside the sword casting city is the eighth-level alien race.

He was surrounded by several seventh-level alien races and a large number of high-level alien races.

Wu Shanshui, the Supreme Elder of Yijian Mountain, is the strongest among this group of people. It is natural that he slashed directly at the eighth-level alien race with one sword.

Although there are mountains and waters in his name, he is a fire-moving sword cultivator and has a very popular personality.

I said before that he loves to scold people very much and is an old troll. Now he still curses when fighting. Every time he draws a sword, he will be accompanied by scolding.

His idea is very simple. Since it is a battle between life and death, it will determine both life and death.

Therefore, one of the two must die.

Therefore, if you don’t scold at this time, either the other party will not be able to hear it, or you will not be able to curse it.

Then what are you waiting for?

Swear to the fuck!

It is the first time that the eighth-level alien race has encountered such an opponent.

The sword moves are open and powerful, and each sword faces the enemy head-on, but the mouth is too smelly!

Players who are closer to Wu Shanshui were stunned. After all, people who have been baptized by the Internet have been refreshed.

If these swear words are put in film and television works, they will be full of "beep" sounds and will definitely be silenced!

If it is placed in or posted, it will definitely be full of asterisks on the screen.

A sword cultivator of more than 80 years old, Ping Shanhai would call him Master’s man when he saw him. His mouth was too dirty.

"Swish!" Wu Shanshui's sword energy directly cut off the flame wings behind the alien race.

At the same time, the alien race threw out a black lotus in his hand.

The petals of the black lotus scattered in the air, flashing with black light.

This phenomenon is very common in a even-match showdown, that is, at the same time, everyone can take the other party's life.

At this time, you usually stop each other, turn to blocking, and then look for the next chance to kill.

No one wants to die, but no one wants the other party to die. This is the norm.

However, Wu Shanshui's long sword was not recycled and did not block the petals of these black lotus.

"Are this old guy tired of living?" This thought came to the mind of the alien man.

But in fact, how many people in the world are tired of living?

Even if you don’t have much life span, you still want to live.

The same is true for Wu Shanshui.

He wasn't tired of living, the old man just simply felt that life was over... worth it!

The sword energy directly pierced the alien race, leaving a huge hole in the man's body.

Wu Shanshui's wrist shook, and his sword energy swung to both sides, and he divided his body into two.

And those black lotus petals also directly penetrated the old man's body.

The old man's arms were completely destroyed, a big hole was broken in his lower abdomen, and a blood thread appeared on his neck.

Death is undoubtedly true.

The gray-haired old man fell from the air, his eyes slowly closed and his words were muttering.

At this moment, players understood why these old men looked so fierce, as if they were a sure win, but the mission rewards were so generous.

Because "manpower is sometimes poor".

They are indeed highly educated, but the number of people is too great.

These old men are not players, they cannot be resurrected.

In the end, they will fall down like Wu Shanshui.

And that's true.

One after another, the old men fell from high altitude, their white hair dancing in the air, and they were muttering words in their mouths.

Since Wu Shanshui, every old man would say a familiar word to the sword cultivators in Xizhou before he made the temporary speech.

When I heard and saw this sentence in the past, no one felt much in my heart.

But this situation is very different.

There are four words engraved on the Xizhou Border Monument, which are the last wishes and expectations of the ancestor Jianshan.

And what these old men said before dying was the same sentence, one sentence the same sentence.

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"willing……
Chapter completed!