Chapter 384: Eternal Grace, Sword Cultivator’s Spirit

On the top of the Sword-Forging City, Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, looking at the sword lights rising into the sky and the sword-cultivating seniors flying their swords. He felt that the scene before his eyes might be unforgettable forever.

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

Some of them have white hair, some are disabled, and some have a short lifespan... But when they hold a sword in their hands, they reveal the spirit of a sword cultivator!

Just as the one-eyed swordsman said, the elegance of our swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world!

Want to occupy this sword-forging city...

Have you asked about my sword?

Although Sword Forging City is a retirement city, it doesn't mean that anyone can take control of it.

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

All foreigners outside the city must 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 towards the alien army outside the city.

But some swords came from behind and prevailed.

"I am Wu Shanshui, the Grand Elder of Yijian Mountain!"

Swords flashed everywhere as they charged into the alien army.

All the clouds in the sky were crushed by the air waves generated by the sword energy.

The power of one sword is so great that there is no cloud in a hundred miles!

"I am Chu Beihan from Wanjian Mountain!"

A beam of green sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor across the sky, with a strong murderous intent and an even stronger murderous heart.

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

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

The one-eyed sword practitioner swung his sword forward, and the sword was like thunder, directly hitting the leader of the alien army.

The opponent raised his fist to meet the sword, but was forced back several feet under the thundering sound of the sword.

"I am Shen Qingshan from the Jingtai 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.

An alien who was at the sixth level had his right arm and shoulder cut off before he could even react!

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

Each sword cultivator is an old veteran.

Some of them are well-known and have resounding names that inspire awe in people.

Some have countless disciples and have trained countless talented sword practitioners during their lifetime.

Some have devoted their entire lives to their sects, and would not stop working for Xizhou until their death. Now, with only a few years left to live, they just want to live a few years of peace in Sword Forging City.

Yes, they should have lived out the rest of their lives in Sword Forge City.

But now they are fighting alongside me, facing countless alien races.

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

No, it's not just disappointing, it's even an offense and an insult to these old predecessors.

We sword practitioners are never afraid of fighting.

It's true that I'm living here in my old age, but that doesn't mean I'm powerless to fight.

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

——If there is a war, I will return when called!

At this time, if they did not draw their swords, they would feel regret for what happened today even at the moment of their death.

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

Blood splashed onto his palm, and 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 aren't many players in the Sword Forging City, but there are still some.

They saw everything that happened just now and recorded the video directly.

"Fuck, I actually got goose bumps just now!"

"The first thing that came to my mind was veterans! Veterans never die!"

"I've posted the video on the forum. I need some support. We are too few in number!"

"Still talking about your mother! Why do you care so much? Come with me! Damn! Kill them!"

"One word: Charge!"

"Take me one! Charge!"

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

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

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

"【Successfully defend the city and receive 250,000 experience points as a reward.】"

Compared with the tasks accepted by the players of Huoyan Sect, the experience value 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, there are a large number of high-level alien races, and countless low-level alien races.

Although the realms and 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 before them.

So fierce!

These gray-haired practitioners are so powerful that it's hard to describe!

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

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

A player watched as an alien spear stabbed into his chest and was ready to give up his resurrection opportunities, but he saw a flash of sword light passing by.

A gray-haired old man rescued him, turned his head and glanced at him, and said in a cold voice: "Humph! Watch carefully, you were courting death by using the sword just now, watch how I use the sword!"

Similar scenes were played out in front of one player after another. They were originally very excited because these teachings would be helpful for their future operations, as they were priceless little tricks.

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

Because these old men are working so hard, they are trying their best to get ahead of these young people.

Are they just showing off in front of the young practitioners because they have nothing better to do?

Of course not.

Because they don’t know whether they will die or not.

Teach them more, and consider it as your final contribution to Xizhou Kendo.

We are like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time and we will not live for many more years.

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

The remaining candles wanted to burn one last time, burning desperately and with all their might.

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

"You little brats! This is how you use a sword!"

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The alien army outside the Sword Forging City is led by an alien of the eighth level.

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

Wu Shanshui, the supreme elder of Yijian Mountain, was the strongest among this group of people. Naturally, he slashed at the eighth-level alien with his sword.

Although his name contains the characters for "mountain" and "water", he is a fire sword practitioner and has an extremely hot temper.

As I said before, he loves to curse and is an old troll. Even now, when he is in battle, he still curses and curses every time he draws his sword.

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

Therefore, one of the two must die.

Therefore, if you don't curse at this time, either the other party won't be able to hear you, or you won't be able to curse out loud.

So what are you waiting for?

Damn it!

This was the first time that an eighth-level alien race encountered such an opponent.

The sword moves are fair and honest, and every sword is aimed at the enemy head-on, but the mouth is too stinky!

The players who were closer to Wu Shanshui were stunned. After all, they were people who had been exposed to the Internet, and yet their views were refreshed.

If these swear words were put into film or television works, they would all be heard as "beep" sounds and would definitely be muted!

But if it were put into a novel or a post, the screen would definitely be full of asterisks when it was published.

A sword cultivator of over level 80, Ping Shanhai has to call him "Uncle Master" whenever he sees him. His mouth is too dirty.

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

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

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

In a battle of equal strength, it is common for both sides to be able to kill the other at the same time.

At times like this, they usually stop fighting, start 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 did not retract his sword and did not try to block the black lotus petals.

"Is this old guy tired of living?" This thought popped up in the foreign man's mind.

But in reality, how many people in this world are tired of living ?

Even if one's life span is short, people still want to live.

The same is true for Wu Shanshui.

He is not tired of living, this old man simply feels that his life up to this point... is worth it!

The sword energy pierced through the alien directly, 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 into two.

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

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

——Death is inevitable.

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

From this moment on, the players finally understood why these old men looked so powerful, as if they were sure to win, and yet the mission rewards were so generous.

Because "human power is limited."

They do have a high level of cultivation, but the disparity in numbers is too great.

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

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

And that is indeed the case.

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

Starting from Wu Shanshui, every old man would say something that was familiar to the sword practitioners of Xizhou before he passed away.

In the past, when we heard or saw this sentence, we didn’t feel much in our hearts.

But this situation is quite different.

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

And this is what these old men said before they died, the same words.

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