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Seventeen swords flew out and were ignited by [Shenhuo].

When their swords were completely covered by [Shenhuo], there was an extra bloodline on their master's neck.

Lu Xun's sword energy quickly flew out of the scabbard, and in a moment of kung fu, he directly harvested their lives.

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

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

The aliens beside him couldn't help but step back a little.

The cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy interracial were also frightened by the scene just now.

This incredible method is daunting!

They subconsciously clenched the strange treasure in their hands, fearing that their weapons would also change.

Ye Suian glanced at Lu Xun, and said in his heart: "Senior Lu, as a born sword fetus, has become more and more sophisticated in controlling his sword."

He was the one who had studied with Lu Xun several times. On the same day, he first studied on the picking peak. The shock and panic when the sword could not be pulled out, the shame and shock when the sword flew out, it is still deeply branded in In his heart.

But for Lu Xun, he did not accumulate grievances and hatreds, only endless admiration.

Now, watching the enemy deflate in front of the same means, Ye Sui'an is actually a little bit happy!

That's it! That's it!

Cool!

Lu Xun looked at Ye Sui'an, Yang Tianchangxiao, with a question mark on his face.

Is this buddy's brain broken?

He and Ye Sui'an just killed the Quartet in the middle of the battlefield, which gave Ye Sui'an a feeling of rapid warming of friendship.

Men are simple creatures.

Take a five kill in the internet cafe and hear your game ID playing on the radio, you can be happy all day.

And just like playing a wave of Tianxiu with teammates in the game, the sense of understanding will soar.

In the "four irons of men", there is a "carrying a gun together". Although this sentence looks strange and uncomfortable, it means to fight side by side.

This led to ... Ye Sui'an must now feel that he and Lu Xun are very iron.

Lu Xun did not have much emotion. He only paid attention to the experience of harvesting, just like an old peasant who was harvesting, he was calculating his harvest.

At this moment, his consciousness was dried up again, and Lu Xun decisively rose to a level, relying on murder to return to blue, can't think of it?

Lu Xun, who has risen to level 38, has reached a new height.

So far, this battle has come to an end.

Now that we have reached the stage of ending, let's make it more beautiful.

A sword qi condenses at Lu Xun's fingertips. There is no feeling of aura surging on his body. It is concentrated and restrained.

But in fact it is formed by a large amount of sword gas.

This method, Lu Xun, is not commonly used. To put it simply, strong is strong, but it is too blue, which is not conducive to battery life.

But when it comes to closing, it is particularly easy to use.

A white cloud surrounds the sword qi, and the sword is blessed on the sword qi with impunity.

【Shenhuo】 in the scabbard rises in the sword's qi, adding to its power and killing intention!

I heard that some scholars have a sense of integrity in their bodies.

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

Lu Xun waved the sleeves of the black robe, and the ink-colored air flow was generated in a flash.

Sword Qi drifted with the waves, wrapped in ink-colored airflow, and drove forward to the extreme.

This is a revised version of Lu Xun Mo, taught by Gui Bo-[thorn]!

A gust of wind blew over the sky, so strong that it blew Lu Xun's robe.

"A bit of awe-inspiring, a thousand miles away!"

Jian Qi rides on the strong wind and the ink-colored air flow. Wherever he goes, there is no one to stop.

It seems that Lu Xun is holding an invisible pen, and ink is dropped on this rice paper ...

Wrote a "one".

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...

Time passed by one minute and one second, and the situation outside the Forged Sword City finally began to fall over.

Smelling the pungent **** smell in the air, everyone has only one idea-win!

The war outside the sword-making city is dangerous.

It was a dead end, but there was a variable Lu Xun, and the situation was reversed abruptly.

This young man saved the Xizhou Great City with one sword and one sword!

Ye Sui'an, representing a group of Xizhou sword repairs, bowed deeply towards Luxun and said, "Yes Sui'an represents the Jiancheng City, and thanks to seniors passing by."

Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raising his hand and said: "You don't have to be more polite."

He looked around and saw one old man after another.

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

Lu Xun gave back one by one.

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

The spirit of Jianxiu, the spirit of Jianxiu, does not seem to linger with the years.

Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and glanced down.

The battlefield is in the air, and there is one body after another on the ground outside the Forged Sword City.

There are aliens, there are Xizhou sword repair.

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

For those who survived on the battlefield, they have one more thing to do that will make people both physically and mentally exhausted.

That is to clean up the battlefield.

Everyone landed on the **** ground outside the Forged Sword City, and their faces were silent, but no one spoke.

If you listen carefully, you can actually hear the suppressed whimper.

It's hard to imagine the scene of a group of elderly people kneeling down next to a friend's body.

Those lying on the ground are gray-haired, and those who are kneeling on the ground are also gray-haired.

They are all old things that have lived for many years, but unfortunately the years have not allowed them to learn to be desperate and desperate, or even let them be used to parting and ignoring separation.

...

...

It was dawn, and the night had passed.

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

In the blacksmith's shop in the west of the city, a sturdy man with a shirtless upper body waved his hammer hard.

The hammer hit the unformed sword, the sound is very rhythmic, but the movement is a little numb.

If it used to be, there was an old one-handed man named Chubei Handan who had already broken his mouth and yelled, but now the brawny has made frequent mistakes, but he has not heard the yelling.

There was a wooden sign hanging around his waist. It was Wan Jianshan's [Elder Order]. He could carry this wooden sign to Wan Jianshan, and he would be accepted as a disciple by Wan Jianshan.

There will be a new master to teach him, and he can also become the dream sword repair.

"Yeah!" The hammer struck the sword heavily, and the strong man's eyes were red and gasping.

Suddenly, he felt a light waist.

The somewhat heavy wooden sign disappeared.

The strong man turned back quickly, only to see a familiar one-arm figure outside the blacksmith shop.

"Useless things, disappointed, can't take it to Wanjian Mountain to worship the new master." The familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith shop.

The one-armed old man looked at the bracing man with his hands on the table, opened his mouth and whimpered, unable to speak for a long time, his eyes were rare and soft.

"Humph! The old man will teach you later."

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...

East of the Forged Sword City, a small courtyard.

A plump woman holding wild flowers, counting the petals on the bouquet, over and over again.

The number she counted each time was different because she was distraught and uneasy.

"bass--"

A sword light suddenly emerged, and a blindfolded man with white hair and white shirt appeared in the courtyard.

His body was covered with blood stains, he was not angry with books, and now he looked even more decent.

"Da—" The wildflowers in the woman's hands were scattered all over the place.

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

While picking up, he whispered: "Yun Niang, are you scared?"

The woman did not reply.

The man was a little flustered. He continued to pick up flowers and continued to look for the topic: "What have you been doing during the time I left?"

This time, the woman answered him.

Her voice was sobbing, and the tears were raining, but the tone was as usual as usual:

"What else can I do? The old lady is waiting for you to go home!"

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In the small alley of Casting Sword City, a hunched old man came to the wooden door.

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

The old man raised his right hand, gently wiped the sword mark from the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door in.

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

"Oh! I promised that Bud Bud's rock sugar gourd hasn't been bought, and I don't know if the hawker is still there."

The old man hunched his back and hurriedly started to look for the sugar cane gourd in the street.

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At this moment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ the sky of Xizhou, from time to time will pass through stream after stream.

Xizhou is a land of sword cultivation, not just two major sword schools, each of the sword cultivation sect gates here has its own sword mound.

Jianxiu will apply a technique to his sword. After his death, the sword spirit will rely on this technique to run the flying sword and fly back to the sword mound.

The streamer in the sky is one flying sword after another.

Some of them started from Xizhou and some came from outside Xizhou.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you raise your head.

...

The sword returns to Xizhou.

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