The majestic sword intent started from the Wucheng Cemetery and soared into the sky.

Most of the swords, but all the sword weapons with a little spirituality shook together, and there were bursts of sword sounds!

Lu Yibai and Lin Xiaoqi stopped in unison and looked up at the night sky.

Even if they are not sword cultivators, there are always some places on the path of cultivation, and when they observe this earth-shattering sword, they actually feel a little insightful.

Lu Yibai could sense that the demon's aura had completely disappeared, and he could also sense that the sword king's aura was also dissipating.

After only staying for a few seconds, he and Lin Xiaoqi continued to rush in the direction of Wucheng Cemetery.

Lu Yibai knew very well that the green vitality in his body could heal injuries and prolong his life to a certain extent. But judging from the current situation of the Sword King's predecessors, he is actually lacking in skills.

But the old man has no queen, and Zhu Er is not in Wucheng, after all, someone has to give him a ride, right?

Lu Yibai didn't know, in fact, there were already countless people in Modahuaxia who were sending off the Sword King.

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On a certain hill, a little boy is holding a wooden sword, making repetitive sword moves, simple [stabs].

He is six years old this year, and he has been practicing this move [stab] for more than a month.

For a little kid, it is already very patient to start getting impatient after practicing an action for more than a month.

The boy angrily threw the wooden sword in his hand aside, stretched out his little hand and rubbed his fat round face covered with beads of sweat.

He really couldn't figure out what the master thought, it took more than a month to practice a broken move, and it didn't feel like it was effective!

The boy is still young, in the words of the Internet, that is, "you don't know anything about power", he really doesn't know what it is like to cultivate to the end, he just feels really boring.

He wants to watch cartoons, he wants to play games, he wants to buy snacks.

At this time, a majestic and unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky, and although the little boy had cultivated to the end, he could really feel it.

He raised his little head, his mouth opened very wide, and stared blankly at the night sky, looking at the distant Wucheng.

He couldn't think of an adjective in his little head for a while, he just thought it was so powerful!

This earth-shattering sword was like planting a small seed in his heart, taking root and sprouting.

The boy glanced down at the wooden sword he had thrown aside, trotted over to pick it up, and wiped the dust off of it.

Hmph! Keep practicing swords! I'm going to be so good too!

After practicing twice, he remembered what the master had taught him on weekdays, to be a sensible and polite child.

So, he turned around and bowed in the direction of Wucheng, his small body bent nearly ninety degrees, and said in a milky voice:

"Thank you for your teachings!"

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Deep in the dense forest, a man dressed in black silently pulled out a long sword that pierced into the demon's body.

He was wounded badly, but he managed to kill the demon who was trying to cause trouble.

After the long sword was drawn, he sat down on the ground weakly, leaning against a large tree, and the long sword lay in the palm of his hand.

He glanced down at the long sword that had been with him for nearly twenty years, and his thoughts were a little chaotic.

Just like when we were children, we thought about whether to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University, when he was young, he also had almost whimsical fantasies.

He wants to bring back the glory of today's kendo to its former glory!

He wants to be the next Sword King!

Yes, at the beginning of almost every sword cultivator's sword practice, the dream in his heart is to become the next sword king.

Then as they grow up, as they continue to cultivate, they gradually forget or give up this dream.

When people grow up, they will encounter a very cruel thing, that is, they clearly realize that they only have a few catties and a few taels.

"Recreate the glory of the past kendo hehe, you are almost thirty years old, it is so difficult to kill a third-level demon, you are also worthy?"

Many times, many sword cultivators even have such thoughts: If I didn't learn swords back then, would I go further?

Just as the man's thoughts were flying, the long sword lying in the palm of his hand suddenly shook and let out a high-spirited sword sound!

The man leaned against the tree, looked up at the night sky through the bare branches, and his pupils involuntarily began to dilate!

This...... This......

He had never imagined in his life that there was such a powerful sword in the world!

He felt his cooled blood start to heat up again!

Although his qualifications are dull, he is better at diligence and has a solid foundation of kung fu, after seeing this sword intent, many places that he did not understand were suddenly enlightened in an instant!

Strength has grown by leaps and bounds!

He covered his wounds and supported his body with his sword, allowing himself to stand up again.

Then, bow down in the direction of Wucheng.

"Thank you for your teachings!"

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One person, two people, three people......

Children, adults, and even the elderly......

But when a sword cultivator sees this sword, he will have an understanding in his heart!

The whole Huaxia sword cultivation is taught by this sword!

Countless people bowed down to Wucheng, where the sword intent was empty, and thanked this senior for his selfless teaching.

Since then, a large number of sword cultivators have chosen to retreat and comprehend this sword.

It depends on chance and personal talent, but these are secondary.

What matters is that this sword sharpens their sword hearts!

Many sword cultivators who were stuck at the bottleneck tended to be perfect that night, and there were even sword cultivators who were stuck at the peak of the fifth order who comprehended their own sword domain that night!

Maybe after that......

Kendo can really regain its glory!

May my kendo be eternal!

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At the Wucheng Cemetery, the mute old man's right hand, which had become white bones, was still holding a sword, and he looked up at the night sky covered by sword intent, and his body slowly fell backwards.

After falling, he turned his head with difficulty to look at the tombstone, and then smiled.

The old man, who was already skinny, laughed like a teenager in the past, as if to say to her:

"Nizi, what do you think of my sword?"

Ji Deken stepped forward and took a look at the mute old man's condition.

There is no way to return to heaven.

The old man stretched out his right hand tremblingly, put down the long sword in his hand, grabbed Ji Deken's arm, and then trembled and wrote words on Ji Deken's palm with his fingers.

When a person is about to die, he wants to be bold once, and he can't measure it once.

He is a mute and can't speak, but he has two words that he has always wanted to say to Ji Deken, but he always doesn't have the guts, and now he is going to die, so he might as well write it down.

His trembling fingertips, the two words written in Ji Deken's palm were:

"Master. ”

After he finished writing, he no longer had any strength in his body.

Ji Deken had five disciples before in his life, but he named Lin Xiaoqi "Seven", so what about "Six"?

In fact, he had long regarded him as a disciple.

He looked at the mute old man's hopeful gaze and said softly, "Well, yes." ”

The old man smirked and closed his eyes.

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Life

No regrets.

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