Chapter 387: Sword Returns to Xizhou
Seventeen swords flew backwards and were ignited by the [Divine Fire].
When their swords were completely covered by the [Divine Fire], a line of blood appeared on the necks of their masters.
Lu Xun's sword energy was very fast, shooting out from the scabbard and directly reaping their lives in an instant.
The sword fell to the ground, and the body fell to the ground with it.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and flew forward a distance of ten feet.
The aliens next to him couldn't help but step back a little.
The cruel, bloodthirsty and crazy aliens were also frightened by the scene just now.
This incredible method is daunting!
They subconsciously clenched the rare treasures in their hands, fearing that their weapons would also undergo some changes.
Ye Sui'an glanced at Lu Xun and said in his heart: "As a natural sword fetus, Senior Lu's sword control skills are becoming more and more advanced."
He had sparred with Lu Xun several times. The first time they sparred on Jieying Peak that day, the shock and panic when he couldn't draw his sword, and the embarrassment and shock when the sword flew backwards, were still deeply engraved in his heart.
However, he had no resentment or hatred towards Lu Xun, only endless admiration.
Now, seeing the enemy being defeated by the same means, Ye Sui'an actually felt refreshed!
That's how it should be! That's how it should be!
So cool!
Lu Xun looked at Ye Sui'an who was howling towards the sky, with a face full of question marks.
Is this guy out of his mind?
He and Ye Suian killed everyone in the center of the battlefield, which made Ye Suian feel that their friendship was rapidly warming up.
Men are simple creatures.
Getting a pentakill in an Internet cafe and hearing your game ID played on the radio can make you happy all day long.
And just like when you perform a great show with your teammates in the game, the sense of tacit understanding will soar.
Among the “Four Irons of a Man”, one is “carrying guns together”. Although this sentence sounds uncomfortable , it means fighting side by side.
This led to... Ye Suian must now feel that he and Lu Xun are very close.
Lu Xun didn't have much emotion. He was only focused on collecting experience points, just like an old farmer who was calculating his harvest.
At this moment, his spiritual consciousness was somewhat exhausted again. Lu Xun decisively upgraded to the next level and recovered his mana by killing people. Unexpected, right?
Lu Xun, who has risen to level 38, has reached a new height in strength.
So far , the battle has come to an end.
Now that we have reached the final stage, let’s end it beautifully.
A sword energy condensed at Lu Xun's fingertips. There was no feeling of surging spiritual energy on his body, it was concentrated and restrained.
But in fact it is formed by a large amount of sword energy.
Lu Xun doesn't often use this method. To put it simply, it is powerful, but it consumes too much mana and is not conducive to endurance, so it will become weak while fighting.
But it is particularly useful at the end.
White clouds surrounded the sword energy, and the sword intent was unscrupulously added to the sword energy.
The [Divine Fire] in the scabbard rose with the sword energy, adding a sense of power and murderous intent to it!
I heard that some scholars have great righteousness in their bodies.
When the pen and ink fall, there is power!
Lu Xun waved the sleeve of his black robe, and an inky airflow appeared in an instant.
The sword energy followed the flow, wrapped in the inky airflow, and flew forward at an extremely fast speed.
This is Lu Xun's modified version, taught by Gui Bo - [Stab]!
A strong wind blew from the sky, violently blowing Lu Xun's clothes.
"A little bit of noble spirit can bring you a thousand miles of joyful wind!"
The sword energy traveled with the strong wind and the inky airflow. Wherever it went, no one could stop it. It actually cut a path through it, and blood splattered everywhere!
It was as if Lu Xun was holding an invisible pen and writing on this piece of rice paper...
Wrote a "one".
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As time passed, the situation outside the Sword Forging City finally began to become one-sided.
Smelling the pungent smell of blood in the air, everyone had only one thought - they won!
This battle outside the Sword Forge City was fraught with danger.
It was originally a dead end, but with the addition of Lu Xun, the situation was turned around.
This young man, with just his sword, actually saved the big city of Xizhou!
Ye Sui'an, on behalf of all the sword cultivators from Xizhou, bowed deeply to Lu Xun and said, "Ye Sui'an, on behalf of Sword Forging City, thanks Senior Lu."
Lu Xun accepted it calmly, raised his hand and said, "No need to be polite."
He looked around and saw old man after old man.
They met Lu Xun's gaze, held their swords in both hands, and bowed to him.
Lu Xun returned the gifts one by one.
He never thought that one day he would fight side by side with so many elders.
It seems that the elegance and spirit of a sword cultivator will not fade away with the passage of time.
Lu Xun sat on the paper crane and looked down.
The battlefield was in the air, and at this moment, on the ground outside the Sword Forging City, there were corpses everywhere.
There are people from other races, and there are also sword cultivators from Western Continent.
Those white-haired old men closed their eyes completely outside the Sword-Forging City.
For those who survived the battlefield, they still had another physically and mentally exhausting task to do.
That is to clean up the battlefield.
Everyone landed on the bloody ground outside the Sword Forging City, their faces were silent, and no one spoke.
If you listen carefully, you can actually hear suppressed sobs.
It is hard to imagine the scene of a group of elderly people kneeling dejectedly beside the bodies of their friends.
The person lying on the ground had white hair, and the person kneeling on the ground also had white hair.
They are all old guys who have lived for many years, but it's a pity that time has not made them learn to be heartless and cruel, or even accustomed to parting and ignoring separation.
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Day has come and the night is over.
In Sword Forge City, some people went home, but some did not.
In the blacksmith shop in the west of the city, a sturdy man with his upper body bare was swinging a hammer vigorously.
The hammer hit the sword that had not yet taken shape. The sound was rhythmic, but the movement was a bit numb.
If it were in the past, a one-armed old man named Chu Beihan would have cursed loudly, but now the strong man made mistakes frequently, but no curse was heard.
He had a wooden sign hanging around his waist, which was the [Elder's Order] of Wanjian Mountain. He could go to Wanjian Mountain with this sign in his hand, and Wanjian Mountain would accept him as a disciple.
There will be a new master to teach him, and he can also become the swordsman he has always dreamed of.
"Hum!" The iron hammer hit the sword heavily. The strong man's eyes were bloodshot and he was breathing heavily.
Suddenly, he felt a lightness around his waist.
The heavy wooden sign disappeared.
The sturdy man quickly turned around and saw a familiar one-armed figure outside the blacksmith shop.
"It's a useless thing. You must be disappointed that you can't take it to Wanjian Mountain to worship a new master." A familiar hoarse voice sounded in the blacksmith shop.
The one-armed old man looked at the sturdy man who was leaning on the stage with his hands, sobbing with his mouth open, and unable to speak for a long time, and his eyes became unusually gentle.
"Humph! I will teach you personally from now on."
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In a small courtyard in the east of Sword Forging City.
A plump woman holds wild flowers in her hands and counts the petals on the bouquet, over and over again.
The number she counted was different each time because her mind was confused and unpeaceful.
"bass--"
A sword light suddenly appeared, and a man in a white shirt with fluttering white hair and one blind eye appeared in the courtyard.
His body was covered in blood. He didn't look like a scholar to begin with, and now he looked even more shabby.
"Da——" the wild flowers in the woman's hand scattered all over the ground.
The man slowly moved forward, squatted down, and began to pick up the wild flowers scattered on the ground, his eyes gentle.
As he picked them up, he whispered, "Yunniang, did I frighten you?"
The woman did not reply.
The man was a little flustered. He continued to pick flowers and tried to find a topic to talk about: "What have you been doing while I was gone?"
This time, the woman answered him.
Her voice was choked with sobs and tears were pouring down her cheeks, but her tone was as fierce as ever:
"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you to come home!"
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In a small alley in Sword Forging City, a hunchbacked old man came to the wooden door.
Compared to when he went out, his back seemed more hunched.
The old man raised his right hand, gently wiped off the sword mark on the wooden door, and then prepared to push the door open.
Before pushing the door, he suddenly froze for a moment, withdrew his hands, and hurried out of the alley.
"Oh no! I haven't bought the candied haws that I promised Yaya, and I don't know if the vendor is still there."
The old man, with a hunched back and hurried steps, began to look for candied haws all over the street.
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At this moment, streaks of light would occasionally streak across the sky of Xizhou.
Xizhou is a place for sword cultivation. Not only the two major sword sects, but every sword cultivation sect here has its own sword tomb.
A sword cultivator would cast a spell on his sword. After his death, the sword spirit would rely on this spell to control the flying sword and fly back to the sword tomb.
The flowing lights in the sky are like flying swords.
Some of them originated from Xizhou, and some came from outside Xizhou.
Such scenes can be seen everywhere in Xizhou as long as you look up.
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The sword returns to Xizhou.
