At the head of the Sword Casting City, Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, looking at the sword lights rising into the sky, looking at the sword cultivators who came one after another, and only felt that the scene in front of him might never be forgotten.

In an instant, the walls of this great city were full of flying swords.

Some of them have gray hair, some are physically disabled, and some have little life...... But when a sword is in hand, what is revealed on the body is the spirit of sword cultivation!

Just as the one-eyed sword cultivator said, the grace of my generation's sword cultivation is unparalleled in the world!

I want to invade this sword-forging city......

Asked me if my sword was!

Although Sword Forge City is a pension city, it doesn't mean that anyone can handle it.

Just like the saying on the earth - who asks, Lian Po is old, can he still eat!?

All aliens outside the city should be killed!

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

He could feel the excitement of the [Moon Emperor] Sword Spirit.

"Up!" Ye followed An Yujian and flew towards the alien army outside the city.

And some swords, but they came from behind.

"The old man is the Taishang Elder Wu Shanshui of Yijian Mountain!"

The sword light overflowed, and it rushed into the alien army.

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

The power of a sword, a hundred miles without clouds!

"The old man is Wanjian Mountain Chu Beihan!"

A cyan sword light rushed into the crowd, like a meteor across the sky, the killing intent was very heavy, and the killing intent was even heavier.

When the cyan sword qi approached the alien race, it was like a nine-day blue dragon, swaying in the crowd, and under one blow, I don't know how many alien races flew out upside down, and even the weapons in their hands were shattered!

"I'm a Xizhou cultivator, Chen Yixi!"

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

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

"Old man Jingtai Sword Sect Shen Qingshan, who dares to take my sword!"

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

Before a foreign race comparable to the Sixth Realm could react, his right arm and right shoulder were cut off!

Ye Sui'an listened to the familiar names one by one, and had mixed feelings in his heart.

One sword cultivator after another, they are all old-timers.

Some of them are famous, and they have well-known names that make people feel awe.

Some disciples have countless disciples and grandchildren, and in the time of their lives, they have cultivated many promising sword cultivators.

Some of them have done their best for the sect all their lives, and they have died for Xizhou, and now there are no more years left in Shouyuan, and they just want to live a few years of peace in Sword Casting City.

Yes, they should have spent the rest of their lives in Sword Forge City.

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

But Ye Sui'an knew very well that if he hadn't called them on top of the city just now, they would have been disappointed in themselves.

No, it's not just disappointment, it's even an offense to these old-timers, an insult.

My generation of sword cultivation has never been afraid of war.

It's true that I'm here to retire, but that doesn't mean I don't have the strength to fight.

They are like veterans who have retired from the battlefield, and they share the same beliefs in their hearts......

- If there is a war, it will be recalled!

At such times, if they don't have a sword, even at the moment of death, they will regret what happened today.

"Shh——!h Ye Sui'an's sword qi directly slashed through the abdomen of an alien race.

Blood splattered on the palm of his hand, and it was impossible to tell whether it was warm or hot.

There was only one thought left in his mind:

- Kill!

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In Sword Forge City, the number of players is not large, but there are still some of them.

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

"Damn, Lao Tzu actually got goosebumps just now!"

"The first thing that comes to my mind is a veteran! Veterans don't die! ”

"The video is on my ** altar, I feel like I am asking for support, there are too few of us!"

"Let's talk about your mother! Why do you care so much? Follow Lao Tzu! Grass! Kill them! ”

"One word: rush!"

"Take me one! Rush! ”

Compared to other areas, the number of players in Sword Forge City is very small.

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

"Ding! Please assist Ye Sui'an, the successor of Sword Mountain, to guard the Sword Casting City. 】”

[If you successfully defend the city, you can get 250,000 experience points. 】”

Compared to the tasks received by the players of the Fire Yama Sect, guarding the Sword Forge City has an experience point reward of 100,000 more.

In fact, this also reflects from the side, and the task is more difficult!

The number of alien races here is even greater, there are a large number of high-level alien races, and there are countless low-level alien races.

Although the realm cultivation of these pension sword cultivators is not bad, there is still a huge gap in terms of quantity.

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

It's so fierce!

These gray-haired cultivators are indescribably strong!

"Your uncle is still your uncle!" There is such a sentence in the hearts of sand sculpture players.

What made them feel the most excited was that when these old people were killing the enemy, they saw that there was a group of young people around them, and they didn't hide the slightest secret, and even deliberately taught them.

A player watched as the alien spear stabbed him in the chest, and was ready to hand over the resurrection, when he saw a flash of sword light.

A gray-haired old man rescued him, turned his head to glance at him, and said coldly, "Hmph! Look, you just used the sword like that to find death, look at how I came out of the sword! ”

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

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

Because these old men are working too hard, they are all trying their best to rush ahead of these young people.

Are they idle and pretending to be forced in front of young cultivators?

Naturally not.

It's because they don't know if they're going to die.

Teach them more, and it should be regarded as the last dedication to Xizhou Kendo.

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

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

The remnants of the candles wanted to burn one last time, burning desperately, burning hard.

Burn every drop of oil, burn every bit of wax.

"Stinky boys! Sword...... Here's how it works! ”

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The alien army outside the Sword Forging City is led by an eighth-order alien race.

He was also surrounded by several seventh-order aliens, as well as a large number of high-level aliens.

Wu Shanshui, the Supreme Elder of Yijian Mountain, was the strongest in this group of people, and as a matter of course, he directly slashed at this eighth-order alien race with a single sword.

Although there are mountains and rivers in his name, he is a fire sword cultivator, and his temperament is extremely hot.

As I said before, he is very scolding and is an old troll. Now fighting, he is still scolding, and every time he swords, he will be accompanied by scolding.

His idea is very simple, since it is a battle of life and death, it will be both superior and decided.

Therefore, one of the two is bound to die.

Therefore, if you don't scold at this time, either the other party won't be able to hear it, or you won't be able to scold yourself.

So what are you waiting for?

Scold fucking!

It was the first time that a dignified eighth-order alien race had encountered such an opponent.

The sword moves are above board, and every sword is a head-on enemy, but this mouth is too stinky!

Players who are closer to Wu Shanshui were stunned, but they were people who had been baptized by the Internet, and they were refreshed their three views.

These swear words, if they are put into film and television works, will be full of "beep-" sounds, and they will definitely be silenced!

And if you put it in or in the post, it will definitely be full of asterisks.

A sword cultivator of more than 80 levels, Ping Shanhai has to call his uncle when he sees it, and this mouth is too dirty.

"——!" Wu Shanshui's sword qi directly cut off the flame wings behind this alien race.

At the same time, a black lotus was thrown out of the hands of this alien.

The petals of the black lotus spread out in the air, flashing with black light.

This phenomenon is common in evenly matched matchups, where everyone can take each other's lives at the same time.

At this time, it is usually a matter of stopping each other, turning to blocking, and then looking for the next chance to kill.

No one wants to die, but everyone wants the other to die, and that's the norm.

However, Wu Shanshui's long sword did not recover, and did not block the petals of these black lotuses.

"Is this old thing alive?" The thought crossed the mind of the alien man.

But in fact, how many people in the world are tired of living?

Even if there is not much longevity, people still want to live.

The same is true of Wu Shanshui.

It's not that he's tired of living, this old man just feels that this is the end of his life...... It's worth it!

The sword qi directly pierced the alien race, leaving a huge hole in the man's body.

Wu Shanshui's wrist shook, and the sword qi swung to both sides, splitting his body into two.

And those black lotus petals also directly pierced the old man's body.

The old man's arms were destroyed, a large hole was broken in his lower abdomen, and a blood line appeared on his neck.

- Surely death.

The gray-haired old man fell from the sky, his eyes slowly closed, and his mouth was full of words.

It was only at this moment that the players understood why these old men looked so fierce, as if they were in a situation of winning steadily, but the rewards of the mission were so rich.

Because "manpower is sometimes poor".

They are indeed highly cultivated, but the disparity in numbers is too great.

These old men are not players, and they cannot be resurrected.

After all, like Wu Shanshui, one by one will fall.

And that's exactly what happened.

One old man after another fell from the sky, their white hair dancing in the air, and their mouths full of words.

Since Wu Shanshui, every old man has been temporary, and he will say a sentence that is familiar to the Xizhou sword cultivators.

In the past, when I heard and saw this sentence, everyone didn't feel much in their hearts.

But this situation is very different.

There are four words engraved on the Xizhou boundary monument, which is the last wish and expectation of the ancestor of Jianshan.

And what these old men said before they died was this same sentence, the same sentence.

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"May ......

Kendo Yongchang! ”