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Ten 7 The sword flew backwards and was ignited by [Divine Flame].

When their sword body was completely covered by [Divine Flame], there was an extra blood line on the neck of their master.

Lu Xun’s sword energy quickly flew out of the scabbard, and in the moment of kung fu, they 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.

In the Foreign Race beside him, Unable to Bear backed a little.

The cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy Foreign Race was also frightened by the scene just now.

This incredible method is daunting!

They subconsciously squeezed the rare treasure in their hands, fearing that their weapons would produce any mutation.

Ye Suian glanced at Lu Xun and said in the heart: “Senior Lu, as Innate Sword Fetus, has become more and more sophisticated in controlling swords.”

He was the one who had studied with Lu Xun several times. On the same day, he first learned on Link Receiving Peak. The shock and panic when the sword couldn’t be pulled out. The shame and shock when the sword flew out. In his heart.

It’s just that for Lu Xun, he not at all accumulates grievances and grudges, and has only endless admiration.

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

That’s it! That’s it!

Cool!

Lu Xun looked at Ye Suian of roar towards the sky, a question mark on his face.

Is this buddy’s brain broken?

He and Ye Suian just slaughter all sides in the middle of the battlefield, which gave Ye Suian a feeling of rapid warming of friendship.

Men are simple creatures.

Take a 5 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 sky shows with teammates in the game, the sense of understanding will soar.

In “Man 4 Big Iron”, 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 Suian now definitely feels very irony with Lu Xun.

Lu Xun didn’t have much emotion. He just focused on harvesting EXP. Like an old peasant who was harvesting, he was calculating his harvest.

At this moment, his Divine Consciousness has dried up again, and Lu Xun has decisively advanced to a level. He can’t think of it by killing and returning to blue.

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

So far, this battle has come to an end.

Now that it has reached the stage of ending, let it be more beautiful.

A sword energy condenses at Lu Xun’s fingertips, its body not at all Spiritual Qi surging feeling, it is concentrated and restrained.

But in fact it is made up of a large amount of sword energy.

This method is not commonly used by Lu Xun. Simply put, strong to strong, but too blue, is not conducive to battery life.

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

The clouds and mists of white surround this sword energy, and Sword Intent blesses on the sword energy unscrupulously.

[Divine Flame] in the scabbard rises in sword energy, adding a bit of power and killing intent to it!

I heard that some scholars, within the body, have a sense of integrity.

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

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

The sword energy drifted with the waves, wrapped in ink-colored airflow, and drove forward quickly, almost to the extreme.

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

Above the sky, a gust of wind blew past Lu Xun’s robe.

“A bit of awe-inspiring spirit, the wind will blow out in 1000!”

Sword energy rides on the strong wind and the ink-colored air flow, wherever it goes, there is no one can stop it, actually forcibly killing a road, the blood flower 4 overflows!

It looks like Lu Xun is holding an invisible pen, and has ink on this Heaven and Earth rice paper…

Wrote a “one”.

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One minute and one second passed, and the situation outside Sword Cast City finally began to fall over.

Smell the pungent bloody smell in the air, everyone has only a single thought-won!

This battle outside Sword Cast City, surrounded by perils.

It was a dead game, but there was an extra variable called Lu Xun, which actually reversed the situation forcibly.

The youngster, one sword, saved the Western Region Big City!

Ye Suian represents a group of Western Region Sword Cultivator, moved towards Lu Xun deeply, said: “Ye Suian represents Sword Cast City, thanks to Senior Lu.”

Lu Xun accepted it calmly and raised his hand: “You don’t have to be more polite.”

He looked at all around and saw one old man after another.

They met Lu Xun’s gaze, holding the sword in both hands and arching towards him.

Lu Xun one after another return.

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

The love of Sword Cultivator, the spirit of Sword Cultivator, does not seem to fade away with the years.

Lu Xun sat on Paper Crane and glanced down.

The battlefield is in the air, and there are corpses one after another on the ground outside Sword Cast City.

There are Foreign Race and Western Region Sword Cultivator.

Those white-haired old men, outside Sword Cast City, closed their eyes completely.

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 bloody ground outside Sword Cast City, looking quiet, and 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 bastards who have lived for many years, but unfortunately not at all let them learn to be unsympathetic and desperate, not even let them get used to parting and ignoring separation.

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It was dawn, and the night had passed.

In Sword Cast City, some people went home, but some people were not at all.

In the blacksmith’s shop in the Western District, a shirtless elaborate robust man wields his hammer vigorously.

The hammer hits the sword that has not been formed yet, the sound is very rhythmic, but the movement is somewhat numb.

If in the past, there was a one-armed old bastard called Chu Beihan who had long swearing, but now the robust man has made frequent mistakes, but he has not heard the scolding.

There is a wooden token hanging from his waist. That is the “Elder Order” of Myriad Sword Mountain. He can carry this wooden token to Myriad Sword Mountain, and he will be accepted as a Disciple by Myriad Sword Mountain.

There will be a new Master to teach him that he can also become a Sword Cultivator for yearn for something even in dreams.

“Yeah!” The hammer struck the sword heavily, and the robust man’s eyes were red and gasping.

Suddenly, he felt a light waist.

The somewhat heavy wooden token disappeared.

The robust man turned back quickly, only to see a familiar one-armed silhouette outside the blacksmith shop.

“Useless stuff, disappointed, you can’t take it to Myriad Sword Mountain to worship the new Master.” The familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith shop.

One-armed old man looked at his hands on the table, opened his mouth and whimpered, a speechless robust man for a long time, his eyes were rare and soft.

“Hmph! The old man will teach you personally in the future.”

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Sword Cast City East of the city, inside a small courtyard.

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

The number she counts every time is different, because she has heart in chaos, and her heart is still.

“bass–“

A sword light emerged suddenly, 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 unremarkable.

“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: “Lady Yun, let you be surprised right?”

The woman did not reply.

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

At this time, the woman answered him.

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

“What else can I do? Old Lady is waiting for you to go home!”

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

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

The old man lifted 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 froze for a moment, withdrew his hands and hurriedly walked out of the alley.

“Aiya! I promised that Yaya’s iced candy stick hasn’t been bought yet, and I don’t know if the hawker is still here.

The old man hunched his back and hurriedly started to look for the candied fruit stick in the street.

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At this moment, the sky in the Western Region will occasionally traverse stream after stream.

Western Region is the place of Sword Cultivator, not just 2 big Sword Sects, every Sword Cultivator sect here has its own Sword Mound.

Sword Cultivator will apply a spell on his sword. After his death, Sword Spirit will rely on this spell, revolving Flying Sword, and fly back to Sword Mound.

The streamer in the sky is just a handful of Flying Sword.

Some of them started from the Western Region, and some came from outside the Western Region.

Such scenes can be seen everywhere in the Western Region as long as you raise your head.

……

The sword returns to the Western Region.