This number of poisonous text volume 384, [Eternal Romance, Sword Cultivation Spirit] At 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 looking at the sword cultivators who came to the sword, he felt that the scene in front of him might be unforgettable forever.

In an instant, flying swords were everywhere on the walls of this big city.

Some of them have gray hair, some are physically disabled, and some are not long... But when they have a sword in their hands, all they show is the spirit of sword cultivator!

Just as the one-eyed sword cultivator said, our sword cultivator is unparalleled in the world!

Want to invade this sword-casting city...

Have you asked if my sword is there!

Although Zhujian City is an elderly care city, it does not mean that anyone can take it.

Just as the saying on earth is that, Lian Po is old, can he still earn money?

All foreign races outside the city should be killed!

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On the city wall, Ye Sui'an tightly grasped the long sword in his hand [Moon Emperor].

He could feel the excitement of the [Moon Emperor] sword spirit.

"Get up!" Ye Sui'an walked with his sword and flew towards the alien army outside the city.

But some swords came from behind.

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

The sword light overflowed and rushed into the alien army.

The clouds in the sky were all crushed by the waves of the sword energy.

The power of a sword is cloudless for a hundred miles!

"I am Chubei Han, Wanjian Mountain!"

A blue sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor crossing the sky, with a strong murderous intent and even more murderous intention.

When the blue sword energy approached the alien race, like the Nine Heavens Blue Dragon, swaying in the crowd, and with one blow, many alien races flew backwards, and even the weapons in their hands were broken!

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

The sword cultivator with only one eye moved forward, and the sword was like thunder, and it directly hit the person led by the alien army.

The other party raised his fist to greet him, and under the thunderous sword, he was forced to retreat several feet.

"I am Shen Qingshan, the Sword Sect of Jingtai, who dares to take my sword!"

A sword is like a mountain pressing on the top, from top to bottom, with a huge momentum.

A foreign race who is comparable to the sixth realm was cut off before he could react!

Ye Sui'an listened to familiar names and felt mixed emotions.

One sword cultivator after another is all old seniors.

Some of them are famous and have a well-known name, which makes people feel awe.

Some disciples have countless disciples and grandchildren, and in their lifetime, they have cultivated countless promising sword cultivators.

Some of them devoted themselves to the sect throughout their lives and died for Xizhou. Now their life span is less than a few years left, and they just want to spend a few years of peace in Zhujiancheng.

Yes, they should have lived their lives in the sword casting city and spent the rest of their lives.

Now he is fighting side by side with himself, facing countless alien races.

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

No, it is not just disappointment, it is even an offense to these old predecessors and an insult.

We sword cultivators are never afraid of war.

It’s right for me to retire here, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have the power to fight.

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

If there is a war, you will be called back!

At this time, if they do not set out on the sword, they will regret today even at the moment of death.

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

Blood splattered onto his palms, not because it was warm or hot.

There was only one thought left in his mind:

kill!

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There are not many players in the Sword Forging City, but there are still some.

They saw the scenes just now and recorded the video directly.

"Damn, I actually got goosebumps just now!"

"The first thing I think of is the veteran! The veteran will not die!"

"I'm on the video, and I feel that I'm asking for support. We have too few people!"

"I'm still talking about your mother! Why do you care about so much? Come with me! Grass! Fuck them to death!"

"One word: rush!"

"Take me one! Go!"

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

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

"【Ding! Please help Ye Sui'an, the descendant of Jianshan, guarding the sword-making city.】"

"【Successfully defending the city, you can get a reward of 250,000 experience points.】"

Compared with the tasks received by players of the Fire Yan Sect, guarding the Sword Forging City has an experience value of 100,000 more.

This actually reflects from the side, and 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 these old-age sword cultivators have good realm cultivation, they still have a huge gap in quantity.

But when the players rushed into the battlefield, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.

So fierce!

These gray-haired practitioners are so strong that they are indescribable!

"You uncle or your uncle!" A word came to the mind of the sand sculpture player.

What made them feel most excited was that when these old people were killing the enemy, they saw a group of young people around them, who did not hide their own personalities at all, and even taught them intentionally.

A player saw the alien spear stabbing at his chest and was ready to hand over the resurrection number, but saw a sword light flashing by.

A gray-haired old man saved him, turned his head and glanced at him, and said coldly: "Hmph! Look, you are seeking death when you just drew the sword like that. Let's see how I drew the sword!"

Similar scenes were staged in front of one player after another. They were originally very excited because these teachings were beneficial to their future operations, and they were all small tips that were hard to find.

But after the excitement, they couldn't help but feel a little silent.

Because these old men were all too hard and tried their best to rush ahead of these young men.

Are they pretending to be idle in front of young practitioners?

Of course not.

It's because they don't know if they will die.

Teach them more and just treat it as your last contribution to the Xizhou Jiandao.

We are already silenced in the wind, and will be extinguished at any time and will not live for many years.

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

The candles wanted to burn again in the end, burning desperately and burning with all their might.

Burn every drop of oil and every bit of wax.

"Boys! Swords... are used like this!"

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The leader of the alien army outside the sword casting city is the eighth-level alien race.

He was surrounded by several seventh-level alien races and a large number of high-level alien races.

Wu Shanshui, the Supreme Elder of Yijian Mountain, is the strongest among this group of people. It is natural that he slashed directly at the eighth-level alien race with one sword.
To be continued...