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"I am, swordsman~"

Angry roar exploded in the air. At the same time, the dragon condensed by the murderous aura under Chen Fei's feet began to shatter inch by inch. The surging murderous aura turned into nothingness and merged into the long sword in Chen Fei's palm. The already cracked sword light ignited again, flowing on the bright and narrow sword body, scarlet like blood! He also rubbed the corner of his mouth, and the fingers stained with blood in his heart gently stroked the sword edge. The fragile "meat" body could not be compared with this long sword that has been passed down through the ages. In the touch of cutting into rotten mud, the sticky blood flowed on the sword edge, and soon completely wrapped the narrow sword body. [Fast update, the website page is refreshing, there are few advertisements, I like this website the most, I must comment]. The update is very fast.

Buzz buzz ~

In an instant, the long sword roared into the sky, and another huge aura in the void directly mixed into it. The long sword roared through the blockade of the golden runes, passed through the woods in the night color, passed through the city of steel, and passed through the network connected between people's hearts like lightning.

As long as there are people, there will be the sound of a sword. This is the sadness of the human race for thousands of years and the silence of the sword path for thousands of years.

The aggregation of the entire human will - the Alaya consciousness, separated from the world's suppression power generated by the plane will, witnessing the pain and sorrow of the human race alone. This condenses the power of countless swordsmen. At this moment, it explodes with the power of Chen Fei. ($>>> Cotton, Hua "sweet" small "speak")

In the place where every swordsman sleeps!

Asia, China.

In the ancient Qin territory, Du You.

The tomb of Bai Qi, the Jun of Wu'an.

The cold and red mist slowly emerged, and the hard earth shattered silently in the night color that was even colder than before. The earth arched towards the center, and the stone tomb hidden under the earth floated on the earth like stars arching the moon. Amid the slightest harsh friction, the lid of the stone coffin moved away, and the dazzling blood light soared into the sky, forming a huge light column that broke the sky and connected the earth. Among the light column, a blood-colored Qin sword floated in the sky, and the cold and sharp buzzing sword roared throughout the sky.

Bai Qi, the general of the ancient Qin Dynasty, is the master of killing and attacking the sword. Where the sword tip points...

kill!

Europe, Vatican.

Church, antique exhibition hall.

A young Xiu's girl with a pretty face carefully wiped the bulletproof glass on each piece of booth. Every sword item here has a legendary story that can tell three days and three nights. Every story is connected with heroes who are glorious. After carefully wiping the booth of the hero he loved the most, Xiu's girl let out a sigh of relief. Her pretty face was covered with sweat, but it did not damage the satisfaction in the young Xiu's girl's heart. She closed her eyes slightly, and her tender hands slightly drew a cross in front of her chest. The young Xiu's girl quietly turned around and prepared to leave. At this moment, the sound of the Qingyue sword "song" sounded, strands, endless...

Lord, I'll entrust this body~

My god is here!

Russia, Siberian tundra, on the vast and boundless cold plain, the wind and snow turned into a storm of wrath that enveloped the heaven and earth. In the terrifying scenery like a tsunami, the wide giant sword trembled continuously in the wind. The roaring wind rolled up the cold snow, as if there was a majestic figure holding the hilt of the giant sword, looking down at the cold world arrogantly, but the next moment, the storm rose, and the only giant sword remained between the heaven and earth, dancing wildly with the storm alone. The sword roared into the sky, like a crazy laugh.

Hahaha, come on, come on the fight! Come on, come on, come on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on!

Western Shu, Jiange.

The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky!

And above the steep peak that reached the blue sky, the dazzling sword lights soared into the sky one after another, with a faint sound of ancient reading, accompanied by the cold and sharp sword roaring into the sky.

"The sword is an iron, and is spiritual because of the holding, moving because of the heart, living because of the blood, and dying because of evil thoughts. The art of controlling the sword is to regulate breathing, hold the Yuan and guard one, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve, and revolve..."

The grand recitation was repeated over and over again, becoming more and more shocking, as if resonating with the heaven and earth. On the top of the mountain, the dazzling sword light danced like a meteor, making a crazily in the night "color", forming the number of stars in the sky, and the hazy starlight fell in the sky.

In the endless desert...

Under the vast ocean...

.....

The dazzling sword lights surged wildly, and the long swords that had been silent for thousands of years were roaring among the sword lights. The shrill sound of swords sat in a row and soared into the sky. Countless sleeping people were awakened, and then they looked at the raging swords in the sky, stunned.

This is...what is going on?

Buzz ~

The sound of the sword roared suddenly, and the divine swords floated in the sword energy beam, as if they were taking away the whole world at the same time, and the world returned to a tranquility, and in this tranquility, the solemn aura slowly fermented.

"I am, swordsman!"

The young man's roar came out again, with anger, violentness, and decisiveness of death. The roar seemed to have turned on a switch. The long swords floating on the entire earth and the whole world roared continuously at the same time, and strands of mysterious and mysterious aura emerged from each sword, and then with the help of the human race's guardian will - Alaya consciousness, it condensed into the appearance of each sword, the most missed.

Kakka

Above the armor, the sound of the "joint" of armor leaves is solemn and sharp. The middle-aged man with sharp eyebrows and eyes stood in the void with a long sword of blood and color. Although his figure is extremely illusory, there seems to be endless evil spirits and ghosts standing behind him. His eyebrows are slightly frowning, and the blood-colored sword light falls like a moon and falls into the sky, killing the soul of life and soul to scatter. It is difficult to form any more! In the broken light of the spirit body, the man's long hair is like a waterfall, flying in the wind. The sound is mellow and peaceful, but it has the meaning of endless coldness.

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time!"

The ancient Qin Dynasty killed the god, Wu'an Jun, got up and came back to call!

At the same time, a long sword in a certain place broke through the sky, and the rich chapters followed each other, as if green lotus came to the world. The young man held the long sword in a slanted manner, but his expression was naturally unrestrained. The sharp sword energy soared into the sky. The people were panicked and uneasy. The simple old man walked by calmly with his long sword on his back, and the panicked and "chaos" disappeared, as if he had found a real backbone. On the golden sword body, the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, and trees were engraved on the hilt of the sword. The hilt of the sword was written on the art of farming and animal raising, and the strategy of unifying the world. The river water was surging, and the young man with a short sword on his waist was singing loudly: "The wind was whistling and the Yishui was cold, and the heroes never returned once they left!"...

From the emperor and the saint to the assassin ranger.

Swordsmen... call us!

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Chapter completed!