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(PS: Make up for the update yesterday. Today's update is at night.)

The Great Yan Empire has two imperial cities, and naturally two moats.

Dujiangyan and the clear water river outside Hangu Pass that leads directly to the imperial capital Bailou Gate form each other. Two giant rivers are quiet and moving like a cross, which divides the vast territory of the Great Yan Empire into four territory, and Bailou Gate and Jiangdu City are in

The diagonal position of these four territory.

Dujiangyan is turbulent from west to Dongjiang River, rolling like a flood.

Especially at the three thousand-foot sword wall with a broken river, the waves scattered across the shore, and the splashes of water splashed all over the sky were like sweeping through thousands of snow, which was extremely spectacular.

And this thousand-foot sword wall is even more famous.

As the leader of the sword arts in the world, the founder of the Sword Pavilion, the founder of the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun Mountain, is said to have sat on the top of this sword wall countless years ago and realized the peerless sword art. The next sword cut off the sword wall and planted the Kunlun Mountain 6,000 feet away.

The towering Jiange that has not fallen for thousands of years.

There are also rumors that this originally nine thousand-foot sword wall was created by the chaotic disaster ten thousand years ago. However, the history is too long. The rumors have been smoothed out and modified over the years, leaving only a few words. What is the specific truth?

None of these generations can be known.

As for the sword intent left by the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion before he realized the peerless sword path and after cutting off the sword wall with one sword, it was also washed away by the river in the past thousand years, and there was not much left. Then gradually,

What the world does not know is that the name of the three thousand-foot sword wall is also covered by the dazzling sacred land of the Sword Pavilion.

The long wind of Luo swept to the three thousand-foot sword wall and fell, standing side by side with An Hongdou in red armor and red robe.

His appearance was unexpected by An Hongdou, but the latter felt relieved when he changed his mind. Today, he was revenge for Luo Bing in White. He had no time to think too much.

She only said one sentence: "This is my business, and I don't want others to interfere."

Luo Changfeng stared at An Hongdou's heroic side face in surprise. He thought about what kind of woman he was, and he was heroic and mighty when wearing red armor, and was as graceful as a stunning beauty when wearing red clothes.

He glanced at the dark sword box that An Hongdou carried.

Although Luo Changfeng's sword art is ordinary, except for the tens of thousands of ancient famous swords in the Huanhua Sword Washing Picture, the sword art is not of any attainment, but he can still vaguely feel the faint flowing out of the black sword box.

Fierce sword intent.

He had no choice but to spread his hands: "I don't want to take your body back with you because of the entrusted loyalty."

A softness flashed in An Hongdouliu's eyes: "I'm here to take revenge, not to die."

Luo Changfeng said bluntly: "You'd better know who your opponent is. One of the Ten Days of Saints, Great Happiness Bodhisattva. Even if he seems to be injured, it is not something you can despise in the spiritual realm."

An Hongdou no longer speaks.

She just focused on the present.

The Great Bodhisattva Huanxi, who was defeated in Jiangdu City in the battle, was under the chess and sword double armored Taibai sword, was like a meteorite outside the sky falling to the top of the sword wall. The three thousand-foot sword wall trembled slightly, and countless large and small gravels rolled down into Dujiangyan. Around it, the bitter wind swept across.

By the way, all the plants and trees on the top of the mountain were bowing their heads, flying all over the sky with a sad and bleak feeling.

"Who dares to block my way?"

The Great Joy Bodhisattva, who is as tall as a mountain, was born with a look of joy that looks harmless and humans, and his body is shining with golden light. At first glance, he looks like Maitreya Buddha recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

However, the neck skeleton bead is extremely terrifying.

Outside Jiangdu City, he was defeated and fled with Li Taibai, a double armored chess and swordsman, and his evil spirit has not yet dissipated. Now he has encountered obstacles halfway. An Hongdou, who was mocking the cultivation level of the Lingjiao, was ignorant of his life and death under the happy face.

An Hongdou smiled sadly: "You don't know me. But you should be able to remember it!"

An Hongdou and guide the sword.

"Shaoqing."

There is a dark sword box behind it, and there is a ray of light soaring into the sky.

A hot white light shot into the clouds and then dissipated in the gloomy sky. In an instant, a fierce sun seemed to appear in the clouds, and hundreds of beams of fierce sunlight flew down.

The Bodhisattva with joy looked at the dense beam of light that was flying like rain, and seemed to think of an ant that was struck to death a few years ago.

Luo Bing, a white-robed handsome man, is a well-deserved generation.

But at that time he was not very famous, but just a new swordsman. For the Great Huanxi Bodhisattva, who was one of the ten-day saints, he was still like an ant.

Such a big man doesn't need to remember every ant you trampled to death.

But when he met the young swordsman that year, he was deeply impressed by him. Especially the white-clothed red horse and the thirteen swords hanging on the horse's back.

But it’s a pity that even though the thirteen swords remain, they are still ineffective in the Broken Sword.

The Bodhisattva Dahjoo smiled and said, "This is sunny, not that is sunny."

The sound fell and the golden light surged all over his body.

Rushan's shape suddenly appeared a layer of King Kong's skin color.

The Bodhisattva of Joy clasped his hands together and remained unmoved, allowing the beam of light to fall all over his body.

An Hongdou is as calm as before.

The Great Huanxi Bodhisattva, who can be ranked among the saints of ten days, is still a venerable at the peak of the transformation of disasters, even if he is seriously injured, he will be able to kill the sword left by Luo Bing in white. And I hope that

As the rumor of the rumor of the powerful golden light, the Great Joyful Bodhisattva obviously cultivated the immortal Vajra body, so he naturally had some support.

"Guanyun."

The second broken sword flew out of the black sword box.

A hundred feet of light penetrated through the clouds and then slashed towards the three thousand feet of sword wall below.

Luo Changfeng, who was silently watching the sword of Chuanyun, was shocked. He believed that if this sword was slashed at him, his body would definitely be separated.

But the Bodhisattva of Happy Xiang was still standing there calmly.

The broken sword with a sword light stretched across a hundred feet and slashed along his forehead.

From head to toe.

Then cut into the three thousand-foot sword wall.

The sword penetrated deep into the sword wall and reached more than a thousand feet. The remaining power of the sword light shocked the Dujiangyan River below and surging.

The Great Bodhisattva of Huanxi twisted the skeleton on his neck with his hand: "I have already cultivated into a Vajra Indestructible Body. It is best for you, a girl, to leave quickly. When my killing intention gradually arises, it will be too late to regret it."

An Hongdou's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"setting sun."

"Extinguish the candle."

"Treading on the snow."

Three swords came out at the same time.

A trace of setting sun appeared in the dark sky, and the setting sun shone slanted, and then it disappeared again, like a candle fire extinguished by the wind.

The sky is dim.

There are flying goose feathers falling down heavily.

That year the red horse fell under the imperial city.

An Hongdou picked up thirteen broken swords.

She has her own talent in swordsmanship, and she has been recalling the battle with Luo Bing in Baiyi for several years. She recalls that in the battle, each sword only uses one move, and when the sword comes out, it will no longer be used again.

The emperor pays off his best, and An Hongdou finally understands the essence of the Thirteen Swords of Luo Bing in White.

Today she will not use Linglong sword to defend against the enemy.

She is not An Hongdou today.

She is Luo Bingwang.

She only used these thirteen broken swords to kill the Great Huanxi Bodhisattva. All the thirteen swords were released, no matter how the ending was, there was no regret for life and death.

An Hongdou, who was sword-like with the wind, snow and setting sun, was constantly rising all over her body.

A strong wind suddenly blew.

Dujiangyan is like the mind of the Dragon King.

The terrifying waves slapped the three thousand-foot sword wall frantically. The waves had not retreated, and the waves had climbed high again and again.

Luo Changfeng, who was already dressed in white in the snow, even felt a illusion of being in a trance.

It seemed as if the three thousand-foot sword wall under his feet was about to be knocked down by the waves. He looked at An Hongdou, or King Luo Bing, who looked consistent.

There was joy in An Hongdou's eyes.

She never believed that there was a truly indestructible body in this world.

She only knew that if one sword didn't work, then another sword would be taken.

She has thirteen broken swords, but she can't wear a stone without believing that water can't be worn by a stone.

"The sun shines through the clouds and a soot, and the cicadas and tigers sing and leading to the river monument. Put on clothes and extinguish the candles, and the setting sun is on the snow and will not return."

All thirteen broken swords were out of the box.