Chapter 387
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Seventeen swords flew backwards and were ignited by [divine fire].
When their swords were completely covered by [divine fire], there was a blood line on their master's neck.
Lu Xun's sword Qi flew out of the scabbard quickly. In an instant, he directly reaped their lives.
When the sword fell to the ground, the body fell to the ground.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward a distance of ten feet.
The alien beside him couldn't help retreating a little.
Cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy aliens were also frightened by the scene just now.
This incredible means is daunting!
They subconsciously clenched the strange treasure in their hands for fear that their weapons would change.
Ye Suian glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart, "Master Lu, as a born sword foetus, his means of controlling the sword are becoming more and more superb."
He was a person who had dueled with Lu Xun several times. He had his first duel on Jieyin peak that day. The shock and panic when the sword couldn't be pulled out, and the shame and shock when the sword flew out upside down are still deeply imprinted in his heart.
But for Lu Xun, he did not accumulate grievances and hatred, only endless admiration.
Now, watching the enemy eat in front of the same means, ye Suian is even a little happy!
That's it! That's it!
Cool!
Lu Xun looked at ye Suian, who was roaring up to the sky, with a question mark on his face.
Is this guy out of his mind?
In this way, he and ye Suian killed all sides in the middle of the battlefield, which made ye Suian feel that the friendship was heating up rapidly.
Men are simple creatures.
Take a five kill in the Internet cafe and be happy all day when you hear your game ID playing on the radio.
Just like a wave of sky show with teammates in the game, the sense of tacit understanding will soar.
In the "four men's iron", there is one "carrying guns together". Although this sentence looks strange, it means fighting side by side.
This led to... Ye Suian must now feel very iron with Lu Xun.
Lu Xun didn't have much emotion. He was only concerned about the harvest experience. Like an old farmer with a good harvest, he was calculating his harvest.
At this moment, his divine sense was exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively promoted himself to the next level and returned to the blue by killing people. Can't you think of it?
Lu Xun, who has risen to level 38, has reached a new level of strength.
So far, the battle has come to an end.
Now that we have reached the closing stage, let's close it more beautifully.
A sword Qi condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. There was no sense of surging aura on his body. It was concentrated and restrained.
But in fact, it is made of a large number of sword Qi.
Lu Xun doesn't often use this method. To put it simply, the strong returns to the strong, but it consumes too much blue and is not conducive to endurance. It's empty when hitting.
But at the end, it's especially easy to use.
White clouds surround the sword Qi, and the sword is wantonly attached to the sword Qi.
The [divine fire] in the scabbard rises on the sword Qi, adding a sense of prestige and killing to it!
I heard that some scholars have great righteousness in their bodies.
When the pen and ink fall, it has its own prestige!
Lu Xun waved the sleeves of his black robe, and the ink air flow was generated in an instant.
The sword Qi drifted with the current and was wrapped by the ink air flow. It moved forward quickly and reached the extreme.
This is a revised version of Lu Xun devil, taught by guibo - [thorn]!
A gust of wind blew across the sky, blowing Lu Xun's robes fiercely.
"A little Haoran gas, thousands of miles, fast wind!"
The sword Qi travels in the strong wind and black air flow. No one can stop it. Unexpectedly, it stubbornly kills a path, and the blood is overflowing!
It's like Lu Xun holding an invisible pen and inking on this heaven and earth rice paper
Wrote down a "one".
……
……
As time went by, the situation outside the sword casting city finally began to fall on one side.
Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, everyone had only one idea - win!
The battle outside the sword casting city is full of dangers.
It was a dead end, but Lu Xun was added, which forcibly reversed the situation.
The young man saved the big city of Xizhou with one sword!
Ye Suian, on behalf of a group of Xizhou sword practitioners, deeply worshipped Lu Xun and said, "ye Suian represents the sword casting city. Thank you, Master Lu."
Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raised his hand and said, "don't be polite."
He looked around and saw one old man after another.
Facing Lu Xun's eyes, they held swords in both hands and arched at him.
Lu Xun saluted one by one.
He never thought that he would one day fight side by side with so many old people.
The style and spirit of sword cultivation don't seem to waste time with the years.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and looked down.
The battlefield is in the air, and now on the earth outside the sword casting City, there are bodies one after another.
There are foreigners and Xizhou sword builders.
Those white haired old people, outside the sword casting City, completely closed their eyes.
For those who survive in the battlefield, they still have one thing to do that will make people physically and mentally tired.
That is to clean up the battlefield.
Everyone fell on the bloody earth outside the sword casting city. Their face was silent, but no one spoke.
If you listen carefully, you can actually hear suppressed sobs.
It's hard to imagine the scene of a group of old people kneeling down beside their friends' bodies.
People lying on the ground have white hair, and people kneeling on the ground have the same white hair.
They are all old people who have lived for many years. It's a pity that years have not made them learn to be ruthless, or even made them used to parting and ignore separation.
……
……
It's dawn and night is over.
In the sword casting City, some people went home, but some didn't.
In the blacksmith's shop in the west of the city, a strong man with bare arms waved a hammer vigorously.
The hammer hit the unformed sword. The sound was rhythmic, but the action was numb.
In the past, a one armed old man named Chu Beihan would have scolded, but now the strong man makes mistakes frequently, but he doesn't hear the scolding.
There is a wooden card hanging around his waist, which is the [elder order] of wanjian mountain. He can go to wanjian mountain with this wooden card and will be accepted as a disciple by wanjian mountain.
A new master will teach him, and he can also become a dream sword practitioner.
"Say --!" the hammer hit the sword heavily, and the strong man's eyes were red and gasped.
Suddenly, he felt light at his waist.
The heavy wooden card disappeared.
The strong man quickly turned back and saw a familiar one armed figure outside the blacksmith shop.
"It's useless. I'm disappointed. I can't take it to wanjian mountain to worship the new master." a familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith's shop.
The one armed old man looked at the strong man with his hands on the table, opened his mouth and sobbed. He couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes were rare and soft.
"Hum! I'll teach you myself later."
……
……
In a small courtyard in the east of the sword casting city.
A plump woman held wild flowers in her hand and counted the petals on the bouquet again and again.
Every time she counted out the number was different, because she was upset and restless.
"Miso -"
A sword light suddenly appeared. A white man with white hair and one blind eye appeared in the courtyard.
His body was covered with blood. He had no bookish spirit, and now he looked even worse.
"Da -" the wild flowers in the woman's hands were scattered on the ground.
The man moved forward slowly, just like when he left, squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground with soft eyes.
He picked it up and whispered, "yunniang, let you be afraid?"
The woman didn't answer.
The man was a little flustered. He continued to pick up flowers, continued to look for topics and said, "what were you doing during the time I left?"
This time, the woman answered him.
Her voice choked and tears poured down, but her tone was as hot as ever:
"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you to go home!"
……
……
In the alley of casting sword City, an old man with a hunchback came to the wooden door.
His back seemed more hunched than when he went out.
The old man raised his right hand, gently erased the sword mark on the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door in.
Before pushing the door, he was suddenly stunned, took back his hands and hurried out of the alley.
"Oh! I haven't bought the ice sugar gourd promised to Yaya, and I don't know if the vendor is still there."
The old man hunched over and hurried, and began to look for ice sugar gourd all over the street.
……
……
At this moment, the sky of Xizhou will pass through one streamer after another from time to time.
Xizhou is a place for sword cultivation, not just the two sword schools. Every sword cultivation sect here has its own sword tomb.
Sword practitioners will apply a magic method to their sword. After their death, the sword spirit will rely on this magic method to run the flying sword and fly back to the sword grave.
The streamer in the sky is a flying sword after another.
Some of them start from Xizhou and some come from outside Xizhou.
Such a scene can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you look up.
……
The sword returns to Xizhou.
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Seventeen swords flew backwards and were ignited by [divine fire].
When their swords were completely covered by [divine fire], there was a blood line on their master's neck.
Lu Xun's sword Qi flew out of the scabbard quickly. In an instant, he directly reaped their lives.
When the sword fell to the ground, the body fell to the ground.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward a distance of ten feet.
The alien beside him couldn't help retreating a little.
Cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy aliens were also frightened by the scene just now.
This incredible means is daunting!
They subconsciously clenched the strange treasure in their hands for fear that their weapons would change.
Ye Suian glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart, "Master Lu, as a born sword foetus, his means of controlling the sword are becoming more and more superb."
He was a person who had dueled with Lu Xun several times. He had his first duel on Jieyin peak that day. The shock and panic when the sword couldn't be pulled out, and the shame and shock when the sword flew out upside down are still deeply imprinted in his heart.
But for Lu Xun, he did not accumulate grievances and hatred, only endless admiration.
Now, watching the enemy eat in front of the same means, ye Suian is even a little happy!
That's it! That's it!
Cool!
Lu Xun looked at ye Suian, who was roaring up to the sky, with a question mark on his face.
Is this guy out of his mind?
In this way, he and ye Suian killed all sides in the middle of the battlefield, which made ye Suian feel that the friendship was heating up rapidly.
Men are simple creatures.
Take a five kill in the Internet cafe and be happy all day when you hear your game ID playing on the radio.
Just like a wave of sky show with teammates in the game, the sense of tacit understanding will soar.
In the "four men's iron", there is one "carrying guns together". Although this sentence looks strange, it means fighting side by side.
This led to... Ye Suian must now feel very iron with Lu Xun.
Lu Xun didn't have much emotion. He was only concerned about the harvest experience. Like an old farmer with a good harvest, he was calculating his harvest.
At this moment, his divine sense was exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively promoted himself to the next level and returned to the blue by killing people. Can't you think of it?
Lu Xun, who has risen to level 38, has reached a new level of strength.
So far, the battle has come to an end.
Now that we have reached the closing stage, let's close it more beautifully.
A sword Qi condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. There was no sense of surging aura on his body. It was concentrated and restrained.
But in fact, it is made of a large number of sword Qi.
Lu Xun doesn't often use this method. To put it simply, the strong returns to the strong, but it consumes too much blue and is not conducive to endurance. It's empty when hitting.
But at the end, it's especially easy to use.
White clouds surround the sword Qi, and the sword is wantonly attached to the sword Qi.
The [divine fire] in the scabbard rises on the sword Qi, adding a sense of prestige and killing to it!
I heard that some scholars have great righteousness in their bodies.
When the pen and ink fall, it has its own prestige!
Lu Xun waved the sleeves of his black robe, and the ink air flow was generated in an instant.
The sword Qi drifted with the current and was wrapped by the ink air flow. It moved forward quickly and reached the extreme.
This is a revised version of Lu Xun devil, taught by guibo - [thorn]!
A gust of wind blew across the sky, blowing Lu Xun's robes fiercely.
"A little Haoran gas, thousands of miles, fast wind!"
The sword Qi travels in the strong wind and black air flow. No one can stop it. Unexpectedly, it stubbornly kills a path, and the blood is overflowing!
It's like Lu Xun holding an invisible pen and inking on this heaven and earth rice paper
Wrote down a "one".
……
……
As time went by, the situation outside the sword casting city finally began to fall on one side.
Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, everyone had only one idea - win!
The battle outside the sword casting city is full of dangers.
It was a dead end, but Lu Xun was added, which forcibly reversed the situation.
The young man saved the big city of Xizhou with one sword!
Ye Suian, on behalf of a group of Xizhou sword practitioners, deeply worshipped Lu Xun and said, "ye Suian represents the sword casting city. Thank you, Master Lu."
Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raised his hand and said, "don't be polite."
He looked around and saw one old man after another.
Facing Lu Xun's eyes, they held swords in both hands and arched at him.
Lu Xun saluted one by one.
He never thought that he would one day fight side by side with so many old people.
The style and spirit of sword cultivation don't seem to waste time with the years.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and looked down.
The battlefield is in the air, and now on the earth outside the sword casting City, there are bodies one after another.
There are foreigners and Xizhou sword builders.
Those white haired old people, outside the sword casting City, completely closed their eyes.
For those who survive in the battlefield, they still have one thing to do that will make people physically and mentally tired.
That is to clean up the battlefield.
Everyone fell on the bloody earth outside the sword casting city. Their face was silent, but no one spoke.
If you listen carefully, you can actually hear suppressed sobs.
It's hard to imagine the scene of a group of old people kneeling down beside their friends' bodies.
People lying on the ground have white hair, and people kneeling on the ground have the same white hair.
They are all old people who have lived for many years. It's a pity that years have not made them learn to be ruthless, or even made them used to parting and ignore separation.
……
……
It's dawn and night is over.
In the sword casting City, some people went home, but some didn't.
In the blacksmith's shop in the west of the city, a strong man with bare arms waved a hammer vigorously.
The hammer hit the unformed sword. The sound was rhythmic, but the action was numb.
In the past, a one armed old man named Chu Beihan would have scolded, but now the strong man makes mistakes frequently, but he doesn't hear the scolding.
There is a wooden card hanging around his waist, which is the [elder order] of wanjian mountain. He can go to wanjian mountain with this wooden card and will be accepted as a disciple by wanjian mountain.
A new master will teach him, and he can also become a dream sword practitioner.
"Say --!" the hammer hit the sword heavily, and the strong man's eyes were red and gasped.
Suddenly, he felt light at his waist.
The heavy wooden card disappeared.
The strong man quickly turned back and saw a familiar one armed figure outside the blacksmith shop.
"It's useless. I'm disappointed. I can't take it to wanjian mountain to worship the new master." a familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith's shop.
The one armed old man looked at the strong man with his hands on the table, opened his mouth and sobbed. He couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes were rare and soft.
"Hum! I'll teach you myself later."
……
……
In a small courtyard in the east of the sword casting city.
A plump woman held wild flowers in her hand and counted the petals on the bouquet again and again.
Every time she counted out the number was different, because she was upset and restless.
"Miso -"
A sword light suddenly appeared. A white man with white hair and one blind eye appeared in the courtyard.
His body was covered with blood. He had no bookish spirit, and now he looked even worse.
"Da -" the wild flowers in the woman's hands were scattered on the ground.
The man moved forward slowly, just like when he left, squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground with soft eyes.
He picked it up and whispered, "yunniang, let you be afraid?"
The woman didn't answer.
The man was a little flustered. He continued to pick up flowers, continued to look for topics and said, "what were you doing during the time I left?"
This time, the woman answered him.
Her voice choked and tears poured down, but her tone was as hot as ever:
"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you to go home!"
……
……
In the alley of casting sword City, an old man with a hunchback came to the wooden door.
His back seemed more hunched than when he went out.
The old man raised his right hand, gently erased the sword mark on the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door in.
Before pushing the door, he was suddenly stunned, took back his hands and hurried out of the alley.
"Oh! I haven't bought the ice sugar gourd promised to Yaya, and I don't know if the vendor is still there."
The old man hunched over and hurried, and began to look for ice sugar gourd all over the street.
……
……
At this moment, the sky of Xizhou will pass through one streamer after another from time to time.
Xizhou is a place for sword cultivation, not just the two sword schools. Every sword cultivation sect here has its own sword tomb.
Sword practitioners will apply a magic method to their sword. After their death, the sword spirit will rely on this magic method to run the flying sword and fly back to the sword grave.
The streamer in the sky is a flying sword after another.
Some of them start from Xizhou and some come from outside Xizhou.
Such a scene can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you look up.
……
The sword returns to Xizhou.
Seventeen swords flew backwards and were ignited by divine fire.When their swords were completely covered by divine fire, there was a blood line on their master's neck.Lu Xun's sword Qi flew out of the scabbard quickly. In an instant, he directly reaped their lives.When the sword fell to the ground, the body fell to the ground.Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward a distance of ten feet.The alien beside him couldn't help retreating a little.Cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy aliens were also frightened by the scene just now.This incredible means is daunting!They subconsciously clenched the strange treasure in their hands for fear that their weapons would change.Ye Suian glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart, "Master Lu, as a born sword foetus, his means of controlling the sword are becoming more and more superb."He was a person who had dueled with Lu Xun several times. He had his first duel on Jieyin peak that day. The shock and panic when the sword couldn't be pulled out, and the shame and shock when the sword flew out upside down are still deeply imprinted in his heart.But for Lu Xun, he did not accumulate grievances and hatred, only endless admiration.Now, watching the enemy eat in front of the same means, ye Suian is even a little happy!That's it! That's it!Cool!Lu Xun looked at ye Suian, who was roaring up to the sky, with a question mark on his face.Is this guy out of his mind?In this way, he and ye Suian killed all sides in the middle of the battlefield, which made ye Suian feel that the friendship was heating up rapidly.Men are simple creatures.Take a five kill in the Internet cafe and be happy all day when you hear your game ID playing on the radio.Just like a wave of sky show with teammates in the game, the sense of tacit understanding will soar.In the "four men's iron", there is one "carrying guns together". Although this sentence looks strange, it means fighting side by side.This led to... Ye Suian must now feel very iron with Lu Xun.Lu Xun didn't have much emotion. He was only concerned about the harvest experience. Like an old farmer with a good harvest, he was calculating his harvest.At this moment, his divine sense was exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively promoted himself to the next level and returned to the blue by killing people. Can't you think of it?Lu Xun, who has risen to level 38, has reached a new level of strength.So far, the battle has come to an end.Now that we have reached the closing stage, let's close it more beautifully.A sword Qi condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. There was no sense of surging aura on his body. It was concentrated and restrained.But in fact, it is made of a large number of sword Qi.Lu Xun doesn't often use this method. To put it simply, the strong returns to the strong, but it consumes too much blue and is not conducive to endurance. It's empty when hitting.But at the end, it's especially easy to use.White clouds surround the sword Qi, and the sword is wantonly attached to the sword Qi.The divine fire in the scabbard rises on the sword Qi, adding a sense of prestige and killing to it!I heard that some scholars have great righteousness in their bodies.When the pen and ink fall, it has its own prestige!Lu Xun waved the sleeves of his black robe, and the ink air flow was generated in an instant.The sword Qi drifted with the current and was wrapped by the ink air flow. It moved forward quickly and reached the extreme.This is a revised version of Lu Xun devil, taught by guibo - thorn!A gust of wind blew across the sky, blowing Lu Xun's robes fiercely."A little Haoran gas, thousands of miles, fast wind!"The sword Qi travels in the strong wind and black air flow. No one can stop it. Unexpectedly, it stubbornly kills a path, and the blood is overflowing!It's like Lu Xun holding an invisible pen and inking on this heaven and earth rice paperWrote down a "one".As time went by, the situation outside the sword casting city finally began to fall on one side.Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, everyone had only one idea - win!The battle outside the sword casting city is full of dangers.It was a dead end, but Lu Xun was added, which forcibly reversed the situation.The young man saved the big city of Xizhou with one sword!Ye Suian, on behalf of a group of Xizhou sword practitioners, deeply worshipped Lu Xun and said, "ye Suian represents the sword casting city. Thank you, Master Lu."Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raised his hand and said, "don't be polite."He looked around and saw one old man after another.Facing Lu Xun's eyes, they held swords in both hands and arched at him.Lu Xun saluted one by one.He never thought that he would one day fight side by side with so many old people.The style and spirit of sword cultivation don't seem to waste time with the years.Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and looked down.The battlefield is in the air, and now on the earth outside the sword casting City, there are bodies one after another.There are foreigners and Xizhou sword builders.Those white haired old people, outside the sword casting City, completely closed their eyes.For those who survive in the battlefield, they still have one thing to do that will make people physically and mentally tired.That is to clean up the battlefield.Everyone fell on the bloody earth outside the sword casting city. Their face was silent, but no one spoke.If you listen carefully, you can actually hear suppressed sobs.It's hard to imagine the scene of a group of old people kneeling down beside their friends' bodies.People lying on the ground have white hair, and people kneeling on the ground have the same white hair.They are all old people who have lived for many years. It's a pity that years have not made them learn to be ruthless, or even made them used to parting and ignore separation.It's dawn and night is over.In the sword casting City, some people went home, but some didn't.In the blacksmith's shop in the west of the city, a strong man with bare arms waved a hammer vigorously.The hammer hit the unformed sword. The sound was rhythmic, but the action was numb.In the past, a one armed old man named Chu Beihan would have scolded, but now the strong man makes mistakes frequently, but he doesn't hear the scolding.There is a wooden card hanging around his waist, which is the elder order of wanjian mountain. He can go to wanjian mountain with this wooden card and will be accepted as a disciple by wanjian mountain.A new master will teach him, and he can also become a dream sword practitioner."Say --!" the hammer hit the sword heavily, and the strong man's eyes were red and gasped.Suddenly, he felt light at his waist.The heavy wooden card disappeared.The strong man quickly turned back and saw a familiar one armed figure outside the blacksmith shop."It's useless. I'm disappointed. I can't take it to wanjian mountain to worship the new master." a familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith's shop.The one armed old man looked at the strong man with his hands on the table, opened his mouth and sobbed. He couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes were rare and soft."Hum! I'll teach you myself later."In a small courtyard in the east of the sword casting city.A plump woman held wild flowers in her hand and counted the petals on the bouquet again and again.Every time she counted out the number was different, because she was upset and restless."Miso -"A sword light suddenly appeared. A white man with white hair and one blind eye appeared in the courtyard.His body was covered with blood. He had no bookish spirit, and now he looked even worse."Da -" the wild flowers in the woman's hands were scattered on the ground.The man moved forward slowly, just like when he left, squatted down and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground with soft eyes.He picked it up and whispered, "yunniang, let you be afraid?"The woman didn't answer.The man was a little flustered. He continued to pick up flowers, continued to look for topics and said, "what were you doing during the time I left?"This time, the woman answered him.Her voice choked and tears poured down, but her tone was as hot as ever:"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you to go home!"In the alley of casting sword City, an old man with a hunchback came to the wooden door.His back seemed more hunched than when he went out.The old man raised his right hand, gently erased the sword mark on the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door in.Before pushing the door, he was suddenly stunned, took back his hands and hurried out of the alley."Oh! I haven't bought the ice sugar gourd promised to Yaya, and I don't know if the vendor is still there."The old man hunched over and hurried, and began to look for ice sugar gourd all over the street.At this moment, the sky of Xizhou will pass through one streamer after another from time to time.Xizhou is a place for sword cultivation, not just the two sword schools. Every sword cultivation sect here has its own sword tomb.Sword practitioners will apply a magic method to their sword. After their death, the sword spirit will rely on this magic method to run the flying sword and fly back to the sword grave.The streamer in the sky is a flying sword after another.Some of them start from Xizhou and some come from outside Xizhou.Such a scene can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you look up.The sword returns to Xizhou.
