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But Xie is not on the list of divine weapons, nor is it the ancient six tribes that rushed out of the endless sea with Juntiantu many years ago.

It was written by the ancestor of Jiange!

In the past, the ancestor of Jiange returned to heaven and left behind Chixiao, Zhanlu, Moye, and Tianlan four divine swords guarding the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun. However, few people know that before that, the ancestor also gave the youngest disciple a great magic weapon.

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It's just evil!

Yes, the sword lord of the sword city today is the third disciple of the Jiange Patriarch, and the younger brother of the two Kunlun Sword Saints, Zhaixing and Star-gazing.

Because of his unrighteous and profound mind, he was driven down the mountain in less than three years under the sect of the ancestor. Then he wandered around the world and found the sword-making city that is now isolated from the world.

Just like the most dazzling Muyun Sword City in Kunlun’s Seventy-Two Strange Peaks, Wang Xiaoer and Li Luo, the Entropy Entity under the Old Ancestor’s Seal? The story of the three brothers is the true complete story of the Sword Pavilion in the past.

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After a flying sword was cut into the shocking rainbow, the white-clothed young master's sword floated and did not leave any breathing opportunity for Luo Changfeng. He pinched his fingers with one hand, but the red sword in the air turned sharply, turned into a red light and looked at Luo.

The wind flew away.

The blood evil of the butcher knife repaired the injury and re-established his mood. Luo Changfeng, whose cultivation has not recovered for more than ten days, was easily resolved. He was shocked in his heart. He faced the flying sword with such a fast speed for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it.

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As hesitated, the Red Sword Evil emitted a powerful sword and trembled across his arm and stabbed it into his chest.

Perhaps the scorching pain caused by the flying sword passing through his arm awakened him, and the instant threat of death forced him to react without thinking. Luo Changfeng pushed his body halfway, but the Xie Hong Sword flew over his chest.

The red sword circled around the sky under countless gazes around the venue, and finally returned to the white-clothed young master sword floating and rising.

Guan Luo Changfeng flipped several times in the air and finally landed in the arena covered with yellow sand. He slid his feet several meters behind him and inserted the Youlong Han Gun into the yellow sand to stabilize it.

Countless wonderful cheers rang out above the castle around the venue.

The young master of Jianfucheng City, who has a peak cultivation level in the Lingjiao Realm, can see that Jianfu Chen and Xiao reveal his ability to control swords with one hand, is much more eye-catching than the battle between more than a hundred slaves in the arena.

It should be noted that for decades, whether the practitioners of the sword casting city or the casual cultivator who went back and forth to seek swords, the white-clothed sword has almost no rival.

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Luo Changfeng, who had a short fight, had a slightly trembling arm. When the blood soaked her sleeves and dripped into the yellow sand, he realized that he had underestimated the terrible cultivation of the young man in white.

With apologetic in his eyes, he looked at the girl who was snuggling in the man's arms, Luo Changfeng clenched his left hand in his sleeve, and then lowered his head ashamed and shameless.

"I'm overestimating my abilities."

Dozens of imperial slaves who maintained public order in the arena surrounded.

For a few years, he was really the first person who dared to attack Gongzi Jianfuchen. The bone-eating whip was slapped hard on his back, and his arm was no longer able to carry the gun for a few moments, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

On the castle, the white-clothed sword floated and did not seem to be angry but happy. He looked at the man in black and silver-haired in the arena and ordered: "Please enter the Dragon and Tiger Prison to recover from his injuries. It is rare to meet such a strong man of similar age.

It’s a pity to not fight quickly.”

The young man in white gently kissed the girl Zhizi's forehead, held the beauty's waist and left with a smile. The poor beauty who was caressed could not help but linger and look back before leaving!

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Luo Changfeng was locked in the empty and dark Dragon and Tiger Prison again.

He picked up a piece of oil lamp and sat cross-legged, and Youlong Han Gun leaned against the wall.

After a while, the iron gate opened again. Luo Changfeng thought that it was the result of the battle between dragons and tigers in the arena.

Sure enough, listening to the sounds getting closer and closer, he looked sideways and saw the Royal slaves escorting the prison van slowly, locked in the prison van with the man blindfolded with a familiar black cloth.

He is the only one!

In other words, all the more than a hundred slaves died at the hands of this person! Including that alien race!

Luo Changfeng glanced at the man with a little surprise.

Although the man could not see, he seemed to notice Luo Changfeng's gaze. When the prison car drove through Luo Changfeng's iron prison, the man turned his head slightly...

The Longhu Prison, which once imprisoned hundreds of slaves, became lifeless because of a dragon-hu battle. The huge iron prison was only Luo Changfeng and the blindfolded man who were unknown how far apart they were.

Until two days later, two extraordinary sword-bearing men came to the iron prison, saying that they were taking away the blindfolded man who seemed familiar to his old friend by the order of the Lord.

Since then, this iron prison has become really empty.

However, Luo Changfeng knew very well that in no time, the place would be filled with new slaves one after another.

Therefore, he no longer thought about it and recalled the past with all his heart.

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Late at night on this day, the moon is bright and the sea breeze is cool.

Miss Zhizi knelt on a cliff in the rarely visited mountains and forests outside Zhujian City. In front of her, she stood a man in black with her hands behind her back.

It is the messenger from Guigulin's Death.

The man said coldly to Zhizi, "Master, let me ask you why you have been lurking beside Jian Fuchen for so long and have not taken action. Could it be that he has fallen in love with that kid?"

Zhizi, who knew the methods of Xiaoyao King punishing slaves, explained timidly: "My Lord, Jian Fu, has a very high cultivation level and is cautious by nature. Zhizi is really good, and he can't find a chance to start."

Although the sword-making city on the sea in the south of the world has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, it is definitely not as good as the Ten Thousand Beast Sect of Yi Shenzong. Not to mention the sword cultivator in the city, even the city lord who mastered the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion is perfect.

Although the venerable of the Killing Realm has never entered the ranks of the Divine Sword Saint, he is definitely an unparalleled figure in the Killing Realm.

What's more, the sword cultivator has already forged his sword heart and used the means of dealing with Jingmang and Bailian Qianru to apply it again on Jian Fuchen. The result is not difficult to guess.

The messenger who did not want to hear any explanation turned around and looked at the beautiful woman kneeling in front of her with a grimas, with an evil fire in her body ready to move.

He smiled in a deep voice: "You should know the punishment for not being able to complete the task."

Thinking of the scene of Wanzhou Gate being ravaged by a group of devils on the rainy night, the girl Zhizi shuddered, her pale cheeks were sweating coldly, and she hurriedly kowtowed and begged: "Sir, please beg me! Please beg me... For two more days, two more days

Within the day, I will definitely complete the task."

The messenger squatted down.

Zhizi lowered his head in frightened.

The messenger stretched out his hand, touched his pretty face, and said, "What a lustful fox! If the master hadn't given you a chance to redeem your merits, this messenger would have made you feel ecstatic tonight.

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Zhizi, who felt like he was dying, knelt down and retreated: "Thank you for your forgiveness."

The messenger stood up again, Qing Qingsang said, "I heard that fool is now in the sword casting city?"

Miss Zhizi's heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and didn't say anything.

"Master means that as long as you bring that person back to Guigu Forest, the task of Sword Forging City will be considered a transfer. If you can't complete this last chance... Then the one that presses on your soft body will not be the case.

We companions who know how to be merciful!"

The envoy of Guigu Forest has left quietly.

But his voice always echoed among the cliffs and never dispersed for a long time.

Miss Zhizi knelt there, and waited until there was only the sound of the sea breeze and waves everywhere, before she got up and sat on the cliff.

The endless flowing sea water slapped the cliff, splashing crystal water splashed dozens of meters high. The splashing water splashed on her pale face, then slid down her cheeks and fell into her palm.

She stared at the water droplets in her palm and said to herself: "Are you the same as me, are you the remains of the sea?"