384, [Eternal Elegance, Sword Cultivation Spirit]

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On the top of the Sword Forging City, Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, watching the sword lights rising into the sky, watching the sword masters flying on swords, and felt that this scene might be unforgettable forever. Google Search Reading

In an instant, the walls of this big city were covered with flying swords.

Some of them were gray-haired, some were disabled, and some had a short life span... But when they had a sword in their hands, they showed the spirit of sword cultivators!

As the one-eyed sword cultivator said, the style of our sword cultivators is unparalleled in the world!

Want to occupy this Sword Forging City...

Have you asked my sword!

Although Sword Forging City is a retirement city, it does not mean that anyone can take it.

Just like the saying on Earth - who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still eat! ?

All foreigners outside the city should be killed!

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

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

"Get up!" Ye Sui'an flew on 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 air waves generated by the sword energy.

The power of a sword, a hundred miles without clouds!

"I am Chu Beihan of Wanjian Mountain!"

A green sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor across the sky, with a heavy killing intent and even heavier killing heart.

When the green sword energy approached the aliens, it was like a nine-day blue dragon, swaying in the crowd. Under one blow, I don't know how many aliens flew backwards, and even the weapons in their hands were broken!

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

The sword cultivator with only one eye held the sword forward, and the sword was like thunder, directly bombarding the leader of the alien army.

The opponent raised his fist to meet the attack, but was forced back several feet by the thunderous sword.

"I am Shen Qingshan of the Mirror Sword Sect. Who dares to take my sword!"

The sword was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, from top to bottom, with great momentum.

Before a foreigner comparable to the sixth realm could react, his right arm and right shoulder were cut off!

Ye Sui'an listened to the familiar names one by one, with mixed feelings in his heart.

One by one, the sword cultivators were all old seniors.

Some of them were well-known and had a resounding name, which made people feel awe.

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

Some spent their entire lives, devoted themselves to the sect, and died for Xizhou. Now they only have a few years left, and just want to live a few years of peace in the Sword Forging City.

Yes, they should have spent the rest of their lives in the Sword Forging City.

Now they are fighting side by side with him, 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 be disappointed with him.

No, not only disappointed, but also an offense to these old predecessors.

As sword cultivators, we are never afraid of fighting.

It's true that I am living here for retirement, but it doesn't mean that I have no strength to fight.

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

-If there is a war, they will return when called!

At this time, if they don't draw their swords, even at the moment of death, they will regret what happened today.

"Shua--!" Ye Sui'an's sword energy directly cut through the abdomen of an alien.

Blood splashed on his palm, it was hard to say whether 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.

"Fuck, I just got goosebumps!"

"The first thing I thought of was the veteran! The veteran never dies!"

"I posted the video on the forum. I feel like asking for support. We are too few!"

"What are you talking about? Why do you care so much? Come with me! Fuck! Kill them!"

"One word: Charge!"

"Take me with you! Charge!"

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

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

"[Ding! Please assist Ye Sui'an, the heir of Jianshan, to guard the Sword Forging City.]"

"[Successful defense of the city will earn you 250,000 experience points.]"

Compared with the tasks received by the players of Huoyan Sect, the experience points reward for guarding the Sword Forging City is 100,000 more.

This actually reflects from the side that the task is more difficult!

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

Although these retired sword cultivators were not bad in terms of realm and cultivation, there was still a huge gap in number.

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

So fierce!

These gray-haired cultivators were so strong that it was hard to describe!

"Your uncle is still your uncle!" Such a sentence popped up in the mind of the sand sculpture player.

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

A player watched the alien's spear pierce his chest and was ready to give up his resurrection times, but saw a flash of sword light.

A gray-haired old man saved him, turned his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Hmph! Watch out, you are looking for death by using the sword just now, look at how I use the sword!"

Similar scenes were played in front of one player after another. They were very excited because these teachings would help them in their future operations, and they were all some small tricks that were worth a lot of money.

But after the excitement, they couldn't help but be silent.

Because these old men were too hard-working, and they rushed in front of these young people as much as they could.

Are they just pretending to be cool in front of young practitioners?

Of course not.

Because they don't know if they will die.

Teach them more, just as the last contribution to the sword art of Xizhou.

We are already candles in the wind, which will be extinguished at any time, and we won't live for many years.

But you are different, you are the sun in the sky, and you are in the best time of your life as a practitioner.

The remaining candles wanted to burn one last time, desperately, and vigorously.

Burn every drop of oil, burn every bit of wax.

"You bastards! Swords... are used like this!"

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The leader of the alien army outside the Sword Forging City is an eighth-level alien.

He is accompanied by several seventh-level aliens and a large number of high-level aliens.

Wu Shanshui, the supreme elder of Yijian Mountain, is the strongest among this group of people. As expected, he slashed at this eighth-level alien with a sword.

Although his name contains "mountain" and "water", he is a fire sword cultivator with an extremely hot temper.

As mentioned before, he loves to curse and is an old troll. Now he still curses in battle, and every time he draws his sword, it must be accompanied by curses.

His idea is very simple. Since it is a battle of life and death, it will determine the winner and the loser.

So, one of the two must die.

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

What are you waiting for?

Curse him!

This is the first time that an alien of the eighth level has encountered such an opponent.

The sword moves are fair and square, and each sword is a direct attack on the enemy, but this mouth is too stinky!

The players who are closer to Wu Shanshui were stunned. After all, they are people who have been baptized by the Internet, but their three views were refreshed.

If these swear words are put into film and television works, they will all be "beep--" sounds, and will definitely be muted!

And if they are put into novels or posts, they will definitely be full of asterisks.

A sword cultivator of more than 80 levels, someone who Ping Shanhai has to call "master uncle" when he sees him, this mouth is too filthy.

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

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

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

In a duel of equal strength, this phenomenon is very common, that is, at the same time, everyone can take the other's life.

At this time, they usually stop fighting, turn to blocking, and then look for the next chance to kill.

No one wants to die, but everyone wants the other to die, this is the norm.

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

"Is this old thing 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 the life span is not much, people still want to live.

Wu Shanshui is the same.

He is not tired of living, the old man just simply feels that his life is worth it!

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

Wu Shanshui shook his wrist, and the sword energy swung to both sides, splitting his body in two.

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

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

——He will definitely die.

The white-haired old man fell from the sky, his eyes slowly closed, and he muttered something.

From this moment on, the players understood why these old men looked so fierce, as if they were sure to win, but the task rewards were so generous.

Because "manpower is limited sometimes."

They are indeed highly skilled, but the number of people is too different.

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

In the end, they will fall one by one like Wu Shanshui.

And the fact is indeed so.

One by one, the old men fell from the sky, their white hair dancing in the air, and they all muttered something.

Starting from Wu Shanshui, every old man would say a sentence that is familiar to the sword cultivators of Xizhou before he died.

In the past, when everyone heard and saw this sentence, they didn't feel much in their hearts.

But this scene is very different.

There are four words engraved on the Xizhou boundary monument. These are the last wishes and expectations of the Jianshan Patriarch.

And these old men also said this sentence before they died, the same sentence.

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"May…

The sword path prosper forever!"