The way that person appeared was very chic, in the eyes of countless demon soldiers and Sword Casting City cultivators.

But he himself is not chic at all.

He is very old, not with crane hair and childish face, but really old.

Rickety back, emaciated figure, gray hair, withered face, and one-armed. If there was anything else in him that could prove that he had been young, it would be those bright eyes, like a sword that was fierce and aggressive.

The man walked up to Jiang Manlou and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Are you okay?"

Jiang Manlou straightened his chest extremely tiredly, and said jokingly: "Life should not be extinguished." ”

The man nodded, muttered for a moment, and then changed his words: "Among your comrades, you are very talented. is in charge of the entire family business of Tibing Mountain, and if he continues to be so lazy, it will be difficult to live a long life. ”

Jiang Manlou coughed a few times, with pain in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you curse me for a short life when you open your mouth, how can there be such siblings?"

"Can't you have to be rescued every time?"

Jiang Manlou glared at him and said vindictively: "What do you mean every time?

The man seemed to be deliberately about to provoke Jiang Manlou: "Once is not enough?"

The lord of the Tibetan Soldier Valley of the Soldier Mountain simply stopped arguing, Jiang Manlou waved his hand, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you can get up." ”

Jiang Manlou's mind moved slightly, and the iron armor of Futu gradually turned into invisible.

He clutched his chest and coughed violently. Wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, jump into the city, and jump onto the tower.

Yue Sanren and Mo Xiangqi hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the injury, Jiang Manlou shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

Looking at the downstairs of the city, a person raised a sword against tens of thousands of demon tides and the unicorn beast that was burning with flames all over his body, Mo Xiangqi asked in surprise: "How did Liluo come?"

"Maybe he's been around all along. Jiang Manlou said.

He doesn't believe in coincidences.

He believes that many things in the world, or the so-called fate, are actually secretly arranged by the capable, but some people know it, and the vast majority of people can't see the truth, just like the ten sons and comrades gathered in the Bodhi Academy with ghosts.

So, there are no absolute coincidences!

Liluo had been incognito in Sword Casting City, and even said that he had become one with this city in the past ten years and was used to life here.

He didn't know why he liked it here, or if it was just because the city lord he had never met had a similar experience to him when he was younger.

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The three disciples of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor are entropy, and now they have become Muyun Sword City, Wang Xiaoer and themselves. It seems that there are hands pushing in the dark, and the people who are destined to leave a name for generations in the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun are the senior brother and Wang Xiaoer, and the way he left is to re-walk the journey of the sword?

It should be his fate.

The ordinary life of Sword Casting City was disturbed not long ago, because he found that many people of different races had infiltrated the city one after another, and a woman appeared inexplicably beside the young city lord Jian Fushen, a very beautiful woman.

This alerted him.

Coupled with the fact that the Jianghu Sanxiu had recently talked about the destruction of the Yi God Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect one after another, and based on the mastery of the whereabouts of the alien races that had infiltrated the city for more than ten days, he guessed in his heart.

He didn't tell the sword about it.

First, the young city lord will definitely not believe it. Second, even if you are convinced, one bright and one dark, in the face of the preparation of the alien race, this lonely city that has been locked off by the world for thousands of years still cannot get rid of the danger of hanging by a thread.

That's why he chose foreign aid.

He knew that the end of the sea was the shore of the cape, and he also knew that the current head of the seventy-two strange peaks of the Sword Pavilion Kunlun, Muyun Sword City, was there. He went to see the senior brother in charge and told him all about the situation.

Sword Casting City is an isolated and isolated city, and if there is foreign aid in the world, it is Kunlun Mountain, which belongs to the same clan.

Therefore, Liluo rushed back from the shore of the cape.

Looking at the tens of thousands of demon tides, Liluo knew that things were far more complicated than he expected. He thought that everything was just a plot by an alien race, but he never expected that the demon clan would also participate in it, and he would be willing to be the vanguard.

Liluo looked at the transformed prince of the demon clan, holding the sword twenty-four with one arm: "It's unimaginable that the son of the dignified Demon Emperor of Yunling would be willing to be driven by a foreign race." Have you ever thought that once the plot is revealed, tens of thousands of demon clan people will be lost! This kind of behavior should be done by the future emperor of the demon clan?"

Every piece of the unicorn on its body was burning, and the unicorn giant beast with a crystal red flame suddenly leaned forward and made a swoop. The earth sank slightly under its claws, and it opened its fangs and bloody mouths, glaring angrily.

As if to say, "It has nothing to do with you!"

Sword Twenty-Four is chilling.

A cold wind rose from the tip of the sword, and the charred black ashes that blew the sea of fire on the ground outside the city began to float. The wind grew stronger and stronger, lifting off the coarse cloth and his gray hair. The ashes even swirled and flew up, rolling up pillars of wind, taller and tighter.

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Standing in the midst of more than a dozen wind scrolls, Liluo turned his sword lightly, and a silver light streaked across the night sky and flashed in front of everyone on the city tower.

The sword light was dazzling, and those people subconsciously turned their heads sideways and closed their eyes.

Then a sharp roar reached everyone's ears. Many people were pricked in their eardrums by the piercing sword groan, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

They then opened their eyes, and saw more than a dozen long windswept winds crumbling at the same time as the sword roared, and countless charred black ashes hung in the dark night like inky snowflakes in an instant.

At this moment, the sword fell out.

Ten years ago, a hundred years outside Jiangdu City, he attributed all the swordsmanship he had learned in his life to two swords.

Yes, now he can only use two types of swords. One horizontal and one vertical, like a cross, so he called his swordsmanship a cross sword.

The departed sword path is in the cross.

The world is a field, and the root of the word field is a horizontal and a vertical in the middle. He believes that everything in the world cannot escape the fate of two swords, in short, the horizontal sword cannot be cut, so the sword will make up for it.

So he swept with a sword.

Perhaps it is the vicissitudes of life that have caused the hands and feet to be not very flexible, and the horizontal cutting of this sword is clumsy.

But there's no denying its power......

In the void frozen in countless ashes, a divine sword light flashed.

I can't describe that kind of speed, because no matter how short a moment is, there is always a process. What really has no process in this world is called eternity.

The fallen sword is eternity.

The sword light was on the body of the sword, in the void he slashed horizontally, and in all the tracks that it flashed by.

Yes, it appears at the same time in all the places where it should be, there is no moment, as if it is there from beginning to end, in every part of the space, eternally lit.

And the process of swinging the sword seemed to just give an order to the ubiquitous sword light to cut it off.

So the ashes as thin as dust in the void were cut, the invisible air was cut, the curtain of the night was cut, and even the void appeared a shocking cut.

The cut went deeper, and it stretched. Until it appeared in the glow of the blazing fireworks, the firelight was neatly separated, and then the light sank into the belly armor of the leaping unicorn.

(PS: It's Monday again, and the new book days are given at the starting point and need support, as a newcomer at the starting point, I still want to try the new book list, and the update has not been broken, and the plot of the new book, Loulan also has a lot of confidence, and it will not be weaker than Jun Tiantu.) I hope that friends who like Jun Tiantu can go to the starting point to have a show, and I am grateful. ）

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