Chapter 382 Where is the Xizhou Sword Cultivator?
"Whoosh——" The wind blew, blowing up the corner of Lu Xun's clothes.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, from both alien races and practitioners from the Tianchen Continent.
Logically speaking, when Lu Xun fought against hundreds of people alone several times, the low-level aliens should have been afraid of being killed by him, but in fact, this was not the case.
They were just like the wild monsters in the game, coming one after another.
As soon as Lu Xun killed one wave, another wave rushed over.
In reality, when two armies clash and the death rate reaches a certain level, the weaker side will immediately be defeated.
When playing games before, Lu Xun didn’t think too much about it. He just wanted to kill monsters and hope they would rush forward fearlessly. But now, it seems a little weird.
The bloodthirsty nature in the alien bloodline might be a factor, and the [Blood Contract] might also be a factor, but Lu Xun always felt that the aliens were very purposeful and would not give up until they achieved their goals.
“It’s like a stupid player who accepted a mission.” Lu Xun thought to himself.
And their mission is to kill and destroy!
While killing the aliens, he glanced in the direction of Xizhou.
Now he is not worried about the East Region where the Demon Sect is located, because there is no altar there, and the aliens cannot go there at the first time. The Demon Sect is probably organizing people to support other sects.
Among the seven major sects, only the Demon Sect can run around to provide support, and there is no need to send many people to guard the home.
After all, as long as the master is still in the back mountain, it is enough.
However, Xizhou, which is closest to Lu Xun, is different. According to his memories from his previous life, the battle situation in Xizhou was extremely brutal.
Its degree of cruelty is ranked among the worst in all major regions of the Tianchen Continent.
Lu Xun didn’t understand it at first. With two major sword sects in Xizhou, it should be very difficult for the aliens to build an altar.
After all, those medium to large altars require high-level alien races to build and activate, and high-level alien races dare not jump up and down in front of large sects because they are too powerful and too conspicuous.
As soon as they enter Xizhou, they will be detected by divine sense.
Therefore, there should be more small altars in Xizhou.
So, where did so many alien races in Xizhou come from?
Lu Xun could basically guess now: "There must be a large number of altars from ancient times left in this Xizhou!"
Moreover, these altars might not be damaged and can still be used!
This makes sense.
“It can only be said that when Patriarch Jianshan founded the sect, he chose a bad location.” Lu Xun thought to himself.
Doesn't this mean that our crystal is built next to the enemy's crystal?
Therefore, when the current war situation becomes stable, Lu Xun will rush to Xizhou for support.
Demon Sect disciples and players are like this. When there are no monsters to kill at home, they run around everywhere to provide support.
Each one of them is like a wild king.
"If I remember correctly, in his previous life, Ye Sui'an was seriously injured in his first battle with the aliens and almost died. But after this battle, his strength began to improve by leaps and bounds."
"For him, the protagonist of this world, he began to change from this battle."
“It’s just… the development of the plot has changed a lot now. I don’t know what Ye Sui’an’s situation is like now?” Lu Xun thought to himself.
Although Ye Sui'an was a bit clingy and would cling to me as soon as he saw me, after spending a long time together, they still developed some friendship.
Of course, the premise of friendship is that Ye Sui'an has problems with his emotional line. He is no longer in love with Xiao Chan'er and no longer wants to get involved in Lu Xun's Xiao Baicai.
Otherwise, Lu Xun would be particularly displeased with him, and the more he looked at him, the more displeased he would be.
At the same time, Lu Xun was also a little worried about the safety of the boundary marker Dida.
After all, in order to save himself, Dida destroyed the second priest's plan and fell from the sky and killed Yin Tian's mount.
Who knows whether the aliens will target it.
"We need to get there sooner rather than later." Lu Xun thought to himself.
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In the southern part of Xizhou, there is the Sword Forging City.
Sword Forging City is one of the big cities in Xizhou. It is said that the [Divine Sword] of the ancestor Jianshan was forged when he lived in seclusion in this city.
At that time, Sword Forging City was not called this name, and was just a small city. It took thousands of years for it to grow and develop into what it is today.
This place is different from the Qingling City of the Demon Sect. Most of the people in Qingling City are mortals, while there are many practitioners hidden in Zhujian City.
There are many famous swords here, including ordinary swords used by people in the martial arts world, magic swords used by practitioners, spiritual swords, and even immortal swords!
At the same time, this big city is also a world-known holy place for sword practitioners to retire.
Many sword cultivators who are reaching the end of their lifespan or for other reasons choose to come here to retire.
They have been accompanied by swords all their lives, and for them, this big city where new swords are born every day makes them feel comfortable.
Oh~ The breath of this sword is really delicious~
According to legend, there are even supreme elders of Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain living in seclusion here. They are the people that Ping Shanhai has to call "Uncle Master" whenever he meets them.
For this reason, players from Xizhou also love to go to the Sword Forging City, just to try their luck and see if they can trigger some hidden plot or meet some big shots.
A few days ago, Ye Sui'an came to the Sword-Forging City.
Because his sword [Moon Emperor]... was broken.
A few days ago, he went out for training and experienced some hardships. The Moon Emperor Sword could not bear the weight and broke into two pieces.
He came here to ask a supreme elder of Yijian Mountain to help him restore the Moon Emperor Sword.
According to legend, this supreme elder is one of the top three people in the field of weapon refining today.
This supreme elder lived in seclusion in an inconspicuous blacksmith shop. He took in three apprentices who had no qualifications for practicing. He taught them nothing but a few sword-forging techniques.
Mortals have no cultivation, so naturally they cannot forge magic weapons.
But under the guidance of this supreme elder, the ordinary iron forged by these three apprentices can be considered a sharp blade in the world, so business has always been good.
Before Ye Sui'an came here, Ping Shanhai introduced him to the character of this supreme elder.
According to Ping Shanhai, the old man was a sword fanatic in his early years and had been with swords all his life. Even though his life span was short and he went down the mountain to live in seclusion, he chose the Sword Forging City where the aura of swords was the strongest.
As for why three apprentices were accepted?
Ping Shanhai speculated: first, it was because it could provide something to do; second, sword-making was somehow related to swords; and third, it was because this old man loved to curse.
The main reason should be the third point.
How much fun would it be to take in a few apprentices and scold them when you have nothing to do?
Ping Shanhai was criticized by this old troll in his early years. When he thinks back on it now, the memory is still fresh.
The words weren't dirty, but they smelled strongly of saliva.
Before Ye Suian left, he patted him on the shoulder solemnly and offered his blessings to his beloved disciple.
Then, Ye Suian stayed in the Sword-Forging City and was scolded for ten days.
The old troll was named Wu Shanshui. After seeing Ye Sui'an, who had a congenital sword body, he didn't know whether he was itching to do something or to talk, but he actually took the initiative to start guiding him in his practice.
Wu Shanshui is missing one of his front teeth. It fell out when he was young. He got beaten up because his mouth smelled so bad, and a tooth fell out.
This sword fanatic didn't care about his image, and never found a way to fill his front teeth . As a result, when he was successful in his training and most people couldn't beat him, they could only endure his spitting. Because he had no front teeth, his saliva was less blocked, so when he swore at people, it was "real spitting"!
During these ten days, Ye Sui'an didn't know how he managed to survive. Even when he was sleeping, he could faintly smell the smell of saliva.
Until the sky darkened, three narrow eyes appeared in the sky.
Until this moment, a large number of alien races arrived outside the Sword Forging City.
Wu Shanshui waved his sleeves, and the two of them disappeared in the backyard of the small blacksmith shop and came to the city wall of the Sword-Forging City.
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, and asked, "Are these the alien race?"
Ye Sui'an looked solemn, nodded and said, "The news that Senior Lu had passed on earlier really came true."
The old man turned his head and glared at him, saying, "Senior Lu, Senior Lu! How many times a day do you mention him? My ears are almost callused from hearing so much!"
Ye Sui'an faced the saliva, shrank his head, looked into the distance, and raised the recast Moon Emperor Sword in his hand.
Wu Shanshui glanced at him in dissatisfaction and said, "What? Are you planning to let me and you, a mere two people, face off against an army of thousands?"
"Uh." Ye Sui'an was slightly stunned, but he did not put down the sword in his hand.
"Boy, let me ask you, who are you? What is your identity?" Wu Shanshui said.
"Jianshan, Ye Suian." He replied.
"Then do you know what you should do as the only successor of Jianshan in the contemporary era?" Wu Shanshui said.
"Fight to the death!" Ye Sui'an's eyes were firm.
Then he was slapped on the head.
Ye Sui'an, who was hit hard on the back of his head, was confused and didn't know what he had said wrong.
Should I just turn around and run away now?
Wu Shanshui looked at him, and his eyes that used to show disdain softened slightly. He said, "Since you are the only successor of Jianshan, you are the future leader of the sword chosen by Yijianshan and Wanjianshan..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Ye Sui'an say, "I don't deserve the title, Senior Lu is the one... um..."
The back of his head was shaved again.
Wu Shanshui didn't bother to pay attention to him, and said to himself: "As sword cultivators, we are not afraid of fighting. This is right. However, as the future leader of the sword, the only successor of Jianshan in the contemporary era, you should do more than just rush forward with an old man like me."
"You should look back and see where you are. You should feel carefully how many divine consciousnesses have stayed on you since you stepped into the Sword Forging City."
Upon hearing this, Ye Sui'an fell silent.
Ever since he came to the Sword Forging City, he had sensed from time to time that there were wisps of spiritual consciousness lingering on him. It seemed unintentional, but they were truly paying close attention to him.
Wu Shanshui said that they were all old guys who were living in Sword Forging City.
Some are sword cultivators from Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain, and some are not.
In their eyes, Ye Sui'an was like a talented junior, a top-grade rough diamond, and one of the people who would lead the sword practitioners in the future. They couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at him.
——That’s expectation.
These spiritual senses were not concealed, otherwise Ye Sui'an would have no idea that so many people were "spying" on him.
Wu Shanshui looked at him and shouted in a deep voice: "Boy! You represent Jianshan. Your words and deeds represent the holy land of sword cultivators in the world."
"You have the best resources, and you never lack magic weapons, elixirs, and techniques. You have the best master who can give you a wake-up call when you are confused!"
"You have an excellent talent, it is a gift from the world's sword luck to you!"
"Now, in the face of a catastrophe, look at the Sword Forging City behind you and think carefully about what you should do!?"
After Wu Shanshui finished speaking, he flew into the air, formed sword seals with his hands, and the cultivation of the eighth realm emanated from him, carrying an unrivaled momentum.
Ye Sui'an stared blankly at the Sword-Forging City.
He knew that there were a large number of sword practitioners living in seclusion here.
But at this moment, there were only him and Wu Shanshui on the top of the city wall.
Is it that they didn't sense the aliens in the distance?
impossible.
They were waiting for a sound.
They are waiting for this young man, who has not yet matured, to realize the burdens and responsibilities he bears.
In the face of catastrophe, sword cultivators also need leaders.
Perhaps at present, there are Ping Shanhai, Qian Zhengyi, and the leaders of the two major sword sects, who can serve as the leaders of the sword cultivators in Xizhou.
What can I do next?
These hermits are old, and who knows how long they can live.
They wanted to take a look at this young man at this moment, to examine this young man.
Can he afford it?
Does he have the courage to lead the world's sword practitioners to fight against the catastrophe?
Does he deserve it?
Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of sword forging in the Sword Forging City from here.
He seemed to be able to feel the fire in the furnace.
For some reason, he could still think of Lu Xun at this moment.
Lu Xun, like him, has a unique identity.
We are all young people and our cultivation is not very high, but what has Senior Lu been doing along the way?
He seemed to be always leading the disciples of the Demon Sect, and he was always opening up new paths for sword practitioners all over the world.
As he holds a high position, he always has the courage to shoulder this responsibility.
He never shied away from leading others.
Jianshan is the holy land of sword cultivators today, and Xizhou is Jianshan's territory. Ye Sui'an doesn't dare to say that he has the power to command all the sword cultivators in the world, but at least within the Xizhou territory, he really has this power.
He was not a soldier, he was a general.
It is true that he should rush forward and kill the enemy bravely, but at least he should finish what he is supposed to do!
“Swish!” The Moon Emperor Sword was unsheathed.
Ye Sui'an raised the long sword in his hand, and sword energy overflowed.
He used his spiritual power and shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the Sword Forging City:
"I am Jianshan Ye Sui'an!"
"Where is the sword cultivator from Xizhou!!!"
In an instant, the countless spiritual consciousnesses that converged on him were no longer hidden.
They were always keeping an eye on him.
“Swish——!” The first sword sound was heard from the west direction of the city.
"Swish!" The sound of a sword was also heard from the south direction of the city.
For a moment, the sound of swords rang out one after another in the Sword-Forging City!
One after another, sword energy surged into the sky in the Sword Forging City, pointing straight to the sky and soaring into the clouds!
Countless sword energies gathered together, as if out of thin air, in the sky above the Sword Forging City, forming a long rainbow of sword energy !
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