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When it was lightly dawn, there were already a sharp sword light in the courtyard flashing on the surrounding walls and doors and windows. Suddenly, the green leaves of the small trees in the courtyard were shaking sparsely, and sometimes the cool breeze swept the stone slabs and stirred up a piece of dust.

Liu Shisan, who is used to practicing swords in the early morning, is now at the peak of the soul. Luo Changfeng's nineteen swords stretched out in his hand. So far, it has evolved into Jiazi numbers, and when used, it is vaguely full of stars.

For my use, the spiritual acupoints and qi in the body are combined with the all-encompassing momentum.

The old wine head who showed his sage for ten days once gave an evaluation, saying that if he grows up in time, this kid will definitely raise the academy sword by a higher level. If he is lucky, he will survive this battle in troubled times and use his sword cultivation to reach the realm of divine inspiration.

It's not possible.

Liu Shisan was modest and said with a smile that he had been praised and was far inferior to his master.

Thinking of his master Luo Changfeng, Liu Shisan suddenly lost his mind to practice swords. He followed the move and sat down leaning against the rockery with water and flowers falling in the courtyard.

The self-sacrificing knife maintains the same posture as him.

Liu Shisan took out a jade plaque from his arms, half the size of a palm. I don’t know where it was a gadget from Buyilou. It is said that after having spirituality and soul recognizes the master, it will become a symbol for identifying a person.

There are many such blue jade plaques.

Almost everyone in Zhuluyuan City has a piece of hands. It includes powerful people like the Ten Days of Saints, Fengshui, and sentient beings like the Eastern Chu Iron Cavalry and the Thirteen Royal Clans of the Imperial Alliance.

Liu Shisan once asked: "What's the use?"

Buyilou replied: "It is useful to the dead, but it is not for the living."

Very unlucky jade plaque.

The people from Buyi Tower said that the outcome of the two world wars has nothing to do with the outcome, and countless casualties will inevitably be killed or injured. At that time, blood will flow into a river and a mountain, and no one will have the time to wrap your body around you, and even the flesh and blood will be so blurred that no one can recognize you.

Liu Shisan grinned.

"Can you stop saying 'you' to me? It sounds like Mr. Liu has only had a few days to jump around."

"Yes, don't say 'you'."

"You can leave something on the jade plaque, such as last words at the end of your life, secrets that you cannot tell, a swear word, a sword trick... anything is fine. But remember to engrave your name."

"The jade tablet will sense the connection with the host. Once the host dies in battle, it will release the soul that previously recognized the master, cut off the connection, and then expand and grow larger."

“What will it become?”

“The tombstone looks like.

”

"Look, before the battle starts, I have prepared a tombstone for us."

Buyilou is understanding.

I also specially named this jade plaque: Long Dictionary.

The name is hard to choose.

The purpose is very obvious. Apart from those venerables who have lived for thousands of years in Zhuluyuan City, he knew that more than 90% of the people had no specific concepts about the chaotic calamity.

After all, the last chaotic disaster happened ten thousand years ago. It was so long that even he was a little confused. He could only find clues from the ancient classics left by Tianji Pavilion. Then he kept reminding himself, the gods and immortals, Tian

What do these titles of awakening the gods and general Tiance mean?

Even he has to reflect on himself so often, let alone the heroes who are competing for the world?

He wanted to use this jade tablet to convey a sense that anyone can die when a war begins and everyone can die.

All the people in the world are now.

How can you play?

Only fight to the death!

This long dictionary engraved and signed is the final farewell.

With the country, with relatives and friends...

“What are you writing?”

Liu Shisan thought about it.

Then, pointing to it like a knife, he engraved a line of small characters.

"Change the alien demon and come and hit me!"

...

Just after engraving his signature, Liu Shisan suddenly stood up with a carp.

The earth was trembling under my feet!

Rumble!

Jun Zeyu in the room put down the cup that was rinsing his mouth and looked at the water marks that kept shaking out of the water in the cup at the same time as Chen Tianxin.

Li Luo, who had one arm in the hundred-year-old, had just walked out of the yard and closed the door. He felt the vibration of the ground and paused slightly.

At street stalls, Yue and the other two bought some light breakfast food and handed it to Mo Xiangqi. Then the two turned their heads at the same time and looked at the city gate.

On the Double Ninth Festival, he sat in a black robe on the corner of the building. Under the white sky, the wind suddenly lifted up the wide black robe. He looked up at the distance and took off his robe...

Under the big tree, the monarch Loulan, who was waiting for the sun to rise, sat playing the piano. When the little book Tong pointed to the west in the Yin hour, he looked back at the monarch and called him, and the strings of the zither were broken with his fingertips.

On the mountain behind the big tree, Du Fu and Zhu Da collided with each other several feet back. The earth shook and rolled down by gravel on the mountain. The two exchanged jade plaques and gave long dictionaries to each other when they knew each other.

Standing on the top of the mountain were Li Fenghou, who had achieved success in his life and the lonely city in the thousands of mountains. He stood shoulder to shoulder with two people and headed towards him.

The sun and yellow sand are all in sight.

Leng Qingqiu, who was sitting cross-legged at the plain at the foot of the mountain, opened his eyes. He was obsessed with practicing swords and finally woke up from the devil when the rising sun rose.

Then I heard a yawn. It was the grandson of the world's stick in the ruined temple. He woke up from his dream. He stretched his body and his bones were like fried soybeans.

In the mountain city not far away, Mo Qinan on the rooftop still stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Muliang was also leaning against the windowsill. He held the jade plaque given by Mo Qinan in his hand. He smiled softly, and pointed to three words, and then tied the long dictionary to his belt. In his ears, there was a shocking news outside the city. Come.

Wu Jiazi and Yang Liu, who were playing chess in the attic, stood up and jointly sealed the game that was quite good and not yet finished. Then the two of them held fists and held courtesy. It was rare in their lives and evenly matched.

At the ten-street shop opposite the street, the old shopkeeper put away the beads and the account book. The storyteller who worked in the restaurant talked and said, "I'll wait a moment."

On the street, there was a monk in yellow-clad Nanshan who bumped into the bell and a young monk who wanted to walk by. Seeing Huang Shi, the young leader of the big flag gate of the Alley Hutong, holding his arms and holding the wind, it turned out that Ning Xianshan had been brave enough He was so flushed that his face turned red and he was about to express his affection to Liang Liang, who had been beside the wall, who had been admiring him for a long time.

When the earth trembled, Liang Liang reached out and slapped him: "Let's talk about it after survival."

Ning Xianshan covered his face with aggrieved look at his adopted son.

Huang Shi coughed and saw a light flashing across her head.

It turned out that the golden orchids in Tiandong Jiu flew together to control the wind...

The scattered sun rises in the east and the city wakes up.

On the street, the cavalry of the East Chu, the ten robbers of the rebels, the thirteen royal tribes, and the four armors of the world fought through the streets and alleys. The iron armor was scattered, making the entire city even full of solemnity.

Under the sky, swords rose from all directions in Zhuluyuan City, including the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun and the five mountains. The target was in one direction, and the sword energy was like a meteor.

There are also many powerful people from all walks of life on the Hundred Lords' List, including the Ten Days of Saints, the Wind and Rain of Eight Directions... Countless sounds of breaking winds are like muffled thunder, rising up in the clear sky.

Then they all fell on the top of the city.

There are ten swordsmans on the top of the city, including the crazy poem "Sword of Chen Xuandu", the ten valves "Liu Acai", Pei Fenglou carrying a giant sword, Li He who supports the jade dragon, the five mountains, Taihua, Feiheng, and Xuansong

, Youheng and the five sword immortals of Dai Sect, and Canglan Fairy Sunong from Shuiyue Cave Heaven...

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