Chapter 117

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Three streets connect the six gates, and the intersection is called Santu River. The Long Lookout Tower is there.

People used to call Guancheng Lethe.

The west is more mountainous. Yuezhou, Shuzhou, and Guzhou are often said to be isolated from the rest of the world, and those displaced people took root here a long, long time ago.

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Long hexagonal walls.

Jinxiu was dressed in ordinary clothes and sat on the city tower.

The figure is small, only a few white clouds float in the sky.

Thousands of years of seclusion.

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Under the city.

The thirty-eight bandits were all looking at him.

Don't know what to do.

Jinxiu took out the sword.

The sword snapped, and the song sounded.

and with heroic desolation.

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The hideous bandits approached the city step by step.

In the tent, a female general in red, glancing at the small figure out of the corner of her eye, resolutely walked to the drum.

Knock! Knock!

The drums are up!

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Suddenly the storm is changing!

The sky is falling!

The cold air of our generation is also killed!

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The drums hit the heart!

In the tent, the bandit kings were silent, and the fierce atmosphere was deposited.

The atmosphere condensed into ice in a trance.

It seems to be full.

Who can get the city?

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On the city.

Jinxiu stood up and looked at the bandits in action.

More than a dozen Kong Mingfan rose from the rear of the bandit camp.

When they reached a high place, more than a dozen wingers jumped down from it, as if they had wings on their backs, opening their wings layer by layer in the sky and gliding towards the official city.

Fly from above the splendor.

A drop of blood fell to the ground.

The sword stabbed into the chest of a winger.

Clouds rise from the sky!

Cloud Strike!

The toes were on a pair of wings, and a head fell from the sky.

The other wingers immediately flew to the sides.

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On the long street, iron rats and mountain warriors poured out of the sewers.

A sword came from heaven.

I have never seen the scenery of the official city.

Death is silent.

Beside it, the corpse of a headless wingman was stained red with mud.

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The three main roads of the official city began to be filled with bandits from all walks of life.

There are too many enemies.

Endless.

Jinxiu raised her hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the center of her eyebrows.

His eyes were closed.

I can't bear to sigh.

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Splendid is alone.

Now.

Look around.

The city is full of enemies.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

If you don't want to kill a city, you must be very happy.

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The clash of swords and soldiers sounded like a whistling in his ears.

Bright and distinct, the sense of smell is slightly opened, and only the blood is smelled.

The sword is not stained with blood, and the wind gathers clouds and rain.

The keen sense of touch is like a knife, hurting others and hurting oneself.

Xintong allowed him to avoid life and death crises again and again.

But in the eyes of others, he seems to be light and light.

The domineering cloud striking technique, the tactful and changeable wind lifting sword technique, and the inexplicable edge word sword.

The sword light presses the city uniform, and a cloud emerges from the blue sky.

He has a unique talent.

He worked hard.

He's hard to find in the world.

He is a swordsman named Jinxiu.

There is no one.

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In the end, the sword was finally not alone.

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The indomitable figure, the bandits on both sides didn't have time to shout out the sorrow.

His sweat soaked his hair.

A man next to him.

I am a guard of the Yue Palace, and I should spare my life for you at this moment.

Beautiful.

I'm Yang Ling.

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Two streamers, one black and one white, suddenly appeared on the long street of Sandu.

Two mandarin duck knives flew up and down.

If you want to be chivalrous, how can I fall to you?

Lao Xie, the swallow of the Xie family, shouldn't he fly to such a person?

How can the long wind and the iron stone be sorry for the people who raised me?

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A lot of people have seen it.

Through the gaps in the doors and windows, through the high ladders of the courtyard wall, through your own eyes.

They had already been told.

There will be someone who will stand up and kill for them.

The thin teenager.

Just one person.

Only one sword.

Courage and determination.

That strange knight, today's righteousness, engraved in my bones.

How not to believe.

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Beautiful.

At a great distance from him.

A green fly that shouldn't be present at this time of year is flying around.

It flies over Mise Street.

The bandits there knocked over the gold, silver and jewels that were placed on the long street, causing a commotion.

They fall into greed.

for the riches of the whole official city were thrown before them.

The green fly flew over Gui Street, where there was no bustle as before, and a bandit smashed open the old door of the copyist hall.

Seven or eight refugees and the shopkeeper's family were huddled in a corner, praying to him.

The bandits are in the same vein, and they are holding knives and preparing to slash at them.

Behind him, the trembling woman plunged into his head with tongs.

As the flyfly continued to fly, it saw a large family that had left all their money, food, and treasures in the yard, and people hiding in the cellar. The bandits were busy dressing, but if one of the bandits dared to come down to the cellar, the samurai of the courtyard cut off their heads.

Dilapidated shack area.

The only remaining disciples of the beggar gang showed no mercy to those who wanted to come here.

Here is their last hope.

Behind them were the hungry and cold, and the lonely children.

Dogs, sticks, palms, beggars, there are not one out of ten beggars in the official city, but these lowly elders are doing their life's work.

Throughout the ages, military wars in troubled times did not lie in food, not in cities, or in the people.

It's about the people -- the warriors.

Dare to fight blood, dare to hold swords, dare to go to life and death, dare to kill people in anger.

How can you be ordinary and be a mediocre person in vain?

One pulse is not enough to fear, and the second pulse is not to be regretted.

The three veins are elite, and it still takes strength to kill me.

Throughout the ages, people in the world have regarded ordinary people as ants, and it can be seen that they were also born from ants.

The farmer's disciple picked up a hoe, it was just a crop handle, but it was also okay to kill!

The master of the dart bureau has gone through ups and downs, how can he not engage with the bandits?

Fa, goodness, fate, and harmony, the disciples of the four families also walked out of the academy at this moment, and they were scholarly and angry, with killing power, and they protected the city and their lives, what a pity for this life!

Those bandits who want to kill innocents indiscriminately and are insatiable, wait for them to pick up the butcher's knife, not satisfied with the wealth placed on the street, wait for them to break the door, and wait for them is the 3,000 soldiers of the Yue Wangfu!

My life is humble!

Don't dare to go up to the sky, don't dare to swim outside the sky!

Don't dare not protect your relatives!

Jinxiu closed her eyes, but saw everything.

He saw a bandit leader with strong martial arts, martial arts had three veins, and it was difficult to find one in a city, but he died after all.

A bamboo stick of a sugar gourd pierced through the heavy iron armor and plunged into his heart.

He also saw a group of bandits with strange scissors, who wanted to enter the flower shop to find trouble, and the poisonous smoke was permeated and left there forever.

There seemed to be water droplets in the corners of Jinxiu's eyes, and he wanted to say sorry to those who died innocently.

This is not Flower City, he really can't, use his sword to keep them from being bullied.

He can only kill one person, and kill another person.

Blood-stained clothes.

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Smoke. Shouting to kill.

Bandits fleeing with jewels.

Outside the official city, the camp of bandits.

Who of these people would have thought that there would be a lot of masters in the city?

Each of them has a hidden backhand, and they have no scruples at the moment!

The official city will be theirs in the end, and it must not be abandoned lightly. The bandit kings crisscross a mountain and a forest. In troubled times, where is there no one to call a bandit, and gather in the mountains and forests?

These are the masters, the ruling family, and only believe in force!

The butcher's knife will fall to the ground, and Yama will rise to the ghost!

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And when the drums first started.

The sound of the splendid sword flicking stopped.

But the Lady in Red seemed to hear someone talking.

People always go alone, and the sword sticks to the wind and frost.

If the dream comes, where to return to the dream.

The heart asks the sound of the song, and the road is as long as the sky.

Ask me~ And ask me to play the sword!

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Don't have to look back.

In this life, laughing and crazy.

At this moment, Jinxiu stood in front of the street.

Open those clean and quiet eyes.

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"It's in this official city, waiting for you to come!"