Thousand Blades of Death

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It is completely different from the previous sword. Ma Yuan didn't feel wrong.

The original Qinglian sword is completely dead, and now it is reborn, but it is no longer the previous Qinglian sword.

Even swords have a cycle of life and death.

This world is so unpredictable.

Besides, Ma Yuan faced the robbery of the three bandits. Although he behaved calmly, there was no other way in his heart.

Facing attacks in three different directions, Ma Yuan did not know how to deal with them.

Only a strange feeling came from the sword in his hand. It seemed to be a guide. The phantom of a man waving the sword appeared in Ma Yuan's mind.

Ma Yuan's vitality poured into the sword, and suddenly broke out. He moved in a blink of an eye, striding swiftly, and came to the bandits before one step.

The bandit was taken aback. The seemingly feeble young man behaved unexpectedly. I just wanted to look down with an axe, but found that my hands had been cut off by the sword.

Ma Yuan drew another sword and hit the heart straight, the bandit immediately fell to the ground.

The bandits nearby gathered immediately, and the biggest threat here was the boy, who was deeply hidden. He must be resolved first, and then the businessmen and labor are slaughtered.

The pace was agile, and the sword came again. The other two bandits who had rushed to the ground fell to the ground and died at the same time.

Ma Yuan saw the crowd of bandits who swarmed up, his right hand was agitated with great vitality, his sword gas burst out, and his figure was delicate, like a blooming green lotus, hiding from many flying weapons.

"Qinglian Three Swords!"

The man who appeared to be the leader of the bandits exclaimed.

The **** team suddenly discovered that the teenager who was cared for a few days ago was so fierce at this time that more than ten bandits were killed with a sword.

"Retreat!"

The bandits turned around and ran away. Ma Yuan did not catch up. He gasped slightly and his strength was still insufficient.

The business travellers rejoiced, and felt sorry for the dead brother.

"Little brother, you are young and don't want martial arts to be so superb."

The man with the big knife from the **** team came over to talk and smiled. Although there were obvious wounds on his body, he could not let it bleed.

Ma Yuan didn't know what to say and smiled embarrassedly.

"Indeed, such martial arts, I am afraid that they can be compared to shoulder-level soul-level powerhouse." Another came to echo.

But he didn't know that Ma Yuan was originally the state of the soul-consumer great consummation, perhaps showing only the strength of the vitality level.

Thinking of this, Ma Yuan was even more ashamed and embarrassed.

The old sentence shows that Ma Yuan didn't get hurt and found that he didn't have anything to do, so he was relieved.

"What did the bandit leader just say about the three swords of Qinglian, what does it mean?"

The old sentence asks Ma Yuan, but this matter is not very clear.

The leader of the guard came forward and said,

"Qinglian Gate is a sect that Changan passed to the Western Regions. It was originally unknown, but there was a man."

He paused and continued,

"That's Qinglian sword fairy."

Everyone suddenly realized that Li Bai was originally from such a martial art. No wonder the bandit leader ran away when he saw him.

"Just, I don't know why, the bandit leader actually knew the three swords of Qinglian. This is the entry sword style of Qinglian Gate."

This is where he was puzzled. Besides, Ma Yuan's use of Qinglian three swords also surprised him.

Ma Yuan didn't know that he made Qinglian three swords, he just shot along the feeling that Qinglian sword gave him.

Thinking of this, Ma Yuan looked at the sword in his hand gratefully. The sword body shone slightly, as if full of joy on the same front as the master.

The leader of the **** team was not easy to ask Ma Yuan a detailed question. He discussed the countermeasures after the bandit attack with Lao Ju, and returned to the **** to bandage the wound, leaving Ma Yuan and Lao Ju.

"Are you strong?"

The old sentence suddenly asked Ma Yuan like this.

The old sentence only pays attention to Ma Yuan. Ma Yuan just killed dozens of bandits in an instant. This is not what ordinary children can do.

The old sentence speculates that Ma Yuan may have a simple background. Contacting him fell into this desert, and the old sentence could not help wondering if he was caught in a vortex.

But business travel can reach the town tomorrow, and Ma Yuan can be sent away. After today, there is probably nothing to do with it.

"A little strength."

Ma Yuan replied a little embarrassedly.

But the old sentence suddenly had a bad look, he asked, "Why don't you shoot first, you have to wait until the bandit wants to kill you?"

If Ma had taken one step, no more people would be killed.

My response was not fast enough, Ma Yuan tried to defend.

But he realized that he hadn't thought about business travelers, and even thought about the idea of ​​running away.

As a result, Ma Yuan was speechless.

The old sentence found that he was over tempered, the voice was not, and walked away leaving Ma Yuan standing alone in the desert wind.

The old sentence continues to appease the remaining labor, and he treats those people very kindly. Just like family members, for ordinary people, life is not so easy, and they need to support each other to survive.

Ma Yuan didn't lie down and walked down on the carriage stretcher this time, holding the Qinglian sword in his hand, alert and enemies attacking.

The sand brought by the wind beat the young boy's face. He wandered in a strange place and went to another strange place.

At night, Ma Yuan hid and faced those injured, he felt a little guilty. Obviously he has enough strength, but he cannot protect their weak people like Ju Youjing.

The leader of the **** found Ma Yuan,

"What are you doing in this dim place, I thought you walked away privately?"

He smiled embarrassedly, Ma Yuan was put a letter in his arms, the behavior of the leader of the guard made him a little puzzled.

"My name is Qingyuan, I am in charge of the Longmen Dart Bureau. There are people in Nanzhong City who will arrive tomorrow. If you have leisure time, you can pick up the darts and the return is not bad."

After talking, Qingyuan laughed, and left without explaining to Ma Yuan.

With a letter from Qingyuan, Ma Yuan felt that Nanzhong City had another way to make a living. It was a good thing.

The next day, Ma Yuan and the business trip parted, and everyone wanted to leave Ma Yuan, but Ma Yuan had decided to leave, and he did not want to stay too much.

The old sentence held back for a long time because of his rudeness yesterday. Ma Yuan laughed and ignored it, but I didn't care too much.

After Ma Yuan left, there was still a lot of discussion about business travel.

"This is just a 13-year-old boy, can kill so many bandits in seconds."

"This young man has extraordinary skill, it must come from the big family, maybe it is the royal family."

"This boy..."

Soon they realized that they did not know the name of the horse. In fact, no one in this pedestrian knows Ma Yuan's name, including old sentences.

"That kid didn't say that." The old sentence regretted and didn't ask.

As a result, Ma Yuan became a mystery in business travel.

The legend of a young swordsman with three swords in Qinglian began.

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