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At the top of the city of Sword Forging City, Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, looking at the sword lights rising into the sky, and looking at the senior sword cultivators coming one after another to wield swords. He felt that this scene in front of him might never be forgotten. . Google search reading

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

Some of them have gray hair, some have physical disabilities, and some have short lives... But when they hold a sword in their hands, what they reveal is the spirit of sword cultivation!

Just as the one-eyed sword cultivator said, my style of sword cultivator is unparalleled in the world!

Want to invade this sword-making city...

Have you asked me if I have a sword?

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

Just like the saying on earth - Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living? ?

All aliens outside the city must be killed!

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

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

"Get up!" Ye Sui'an wielded his sword and flew towards the alien army outside the city.

But some swords come 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 crushed by the air waves generated by the sword energy.

The power of a sword is as clear as a cloudless sky!

"I am Chu Beihan of Wanjian Mountain!"

A ray of cyan sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor streaking across the sky. The murderous intention was heavy, and the murderous intention was even heavier.

When the green sword energy approached the alien race, it was like a nine-sky blue dragon, swaying in the crowd. With one blow, countless alien races flew backwards, and even the weapons in their hands were shattered!

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

The sword cultivator with only one eye moved his sword forward, and like thunder, the sword struck directly at the leader of the alien army.

The opponent raised his fist to meet him, and was forcefully forced back several feet by the thundering sword.

"I'm the Mirror Sword Sect Shen Qingshan, who dares to take my sword!"

A sword is like a mountain pressing down on the top of the mountain, coming down from top to bottom, with a huge force.

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

Ye Sui'an had mixed feelings in his heart as he heard the familiar names.

One after another, the sword cultivators are all old-timers.

Some of them are famous and have resounding names that make people feel awe.

Some disciples have countless disciples and disciples, and in a lifetime, they have trained countless talented swordsmen.

Some of them dedicated their whole lives to serving the sect and died for Xizhou. Now that they have only a few years left in their lives, they just want to live a few years of peace in Sword City.

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

Now he is fighting side by side with himself, facing countless alien races.

But Ye Sui'an knew very well that if he had not called them on top of the city just now, they would have been disappointed with him.

No, not only will it be disappointing, it will even be offensive and insulting to these old-timers.

We sword cultivators are never afraid of fighting.

It's true that I am retiring here, but it doesn't mean that I don't have the strength to fight.

They are very much like veterans who have retired from the battlefield, with the same belief in their hearts...

——If there is a war, we will be called back!

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

"Wha—!" Ye Sui'an's sword energy directly cut through the abdomen of a foreigner.

The blood splashed onto his palm. It was hard to tell 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 Sword Forging City, but there are still some.

They saw what happened just now and recorded the video directly.

"Damn it, I actually got goosebumps just now!"

"The first thing I thought of was veterans! Veterans never die!"

"I posted the video on the forum, and I feel like I'm asking for support. There are too few of us!"

"You're still talking about your mother! Why do you care so much? Come with me! Damn it! Fuck them to death!"

"One word: rush!"

"Take me one! Charge!"

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

As they flew out of the city, reminder messages popped up in front of them.

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

"[If you successfully defend the city, you will receive a reward of 250,000 experience points.]"

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

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

The number of alien races here is much greater, there are a large number of high-level alien races, and countless low-level alien races.

Although the cultivation levels of these retired sword cultivators are not bad, there is still a huge gap in their numbers.

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

So fierce!

These gray-haired practitioners are indescribably powerful!

"Your uncle is still your uncle!" The sand sculpture player said this in his mind.

What made them feel the most excited was that when these old people were killing the enemy, they saw a group of young people around them. They didn't hide any secrets and even taught them intentionally.

A player saw a foreign spear piercing his chest. He was ready to hand over the number of resurrections, but saw a flash of sword light.

A gray-haired old man rescued him, turned to glance at him, and said coldly: "Hmph! Look, you just wanted to die when you drew the sword like that. Look how I draw the sword!"

Similar scenes were played out in front of players one after another. They were originally very excited, because these teachings would be beneficial to their future operations, and they were all hard-to-find tips.

But after the excitement, they couldn't help but become a little silent.

Because these old men worked too hard and tried their best to get ahead of these young people.

Are they just showing off in front of young practitioners when they have nothing to do?

Of course not.

It's because they don't know if they will die.

Teach them more and treat it as your last contribution to Xizhou Kendo.

We are like candles in the wind, we will be extinguished at any time, and we will not live for many years.

But you are different. You are the scorching sun in the sky, and you are in the best time of a practitioner's life.

The remaining candles want to burn one last time, burning hard, burning hard.

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

"You brats! This is how swords are used!"

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The alien army outside Sword Forging City was led by an eighth-level alien.

He was accompanied by several seventh-level aliens, as well as a large number of high-level aliens.

Wu Shanshui, the Supreme Elder of Yijian Mountain, was the strongest among this group of people. As expected, he directly slashed at the eighth-level alien with his sword.

Although his name contains mountains and waters, he is a fire sword cultivator and has an extremely fiery temperament.

As I said before, he loves to curse and is an old troll. Nowadays, when fighting, there are still curses. Every time the sword is drawn, it will be accompanied by curses.

His idea is very simple. Since it is a battle of life and death, it is a matter of life and death.

Therefore, one of the two must die.

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

What are you waiting for?

Damn it!

This is the first time that a dignified eighth-level foreign race has encountered such an opponent.

His sword moves were fair and square, and he faced the enemy head-on with every strike, but his mouth was too foul!

Players who were relatively close to Wu Shanshui were stunned. After all, they were people who had been baptized by the Internet, and their views were refreshed.

If these curse words were put into film and television works, they would all sound like "beep——" and they would definitely be silenced!

And if you put it in a novel or post, it will definitely be full of asterisks.

A swordsman who is above level 80, someone who would call Ping Shanhai "Master" whenever he sees him, his mouth is too dirty.

"Hey——!" Wu Shanshui's sword energy directly cut off the flame wings behind the foreigner.

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

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

In evenly matched duels, this phenomenon is very common, that is, at the same time, everyone can kill each other.

At this time, they usually stop each other, switch to blocking, and then look for the next opportunity to kill.

No one wants to die, but everyone wants the other to die. This is normal.

However, Wu Shanshui's long sword did not move back or block the petals of the black lotus.

"Is this old guy tired of living?" This thought came to the alien man's mind.

But how many people in the world are actually tired of living?

Even if life is short, people still want to live.

The same is true for Wu Shanshui.

It’s not that he’s tired of living, this old man simply feels that life up to this point is worth it!

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

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

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

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

——Death is certain.

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

Only from this moment did the players understand why these old men looked so fierce, as if they were in a sure win situation, and the mission rewards were so generous.

Because "manpower is sometimes poor."

They are indeed highly cultivated, but the disparity in numbers is too great.

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

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

And that is indeed the case.

One after another, the old men fell from the sky, their white hair dancing in the air, and they all muttered words.

Starting from Wu Shanshui, every old man would utter a sentence that is familiar to Xizhou sword cultivators before leaving.

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

But this situation is completely different.

There are four words engraved on the Xizhou boundary monument, which are the last wishes and expectations of Jianshan ancestors.

And what these old men said before they died was the same sentence, the same sentence.

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"willing……

Kendo Yongchang! "