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Ten thousand swords broke through the sky, and the sound of thunder rolled and thundered. The cold and long light they flew along the night sky made the galaxy look dull.

The robe all over his body swayed with the howling sword wind, and a little solemn expression appeared in the eyes of the alien leader who was in a strong sense of fighting in the air. He knew that he could no longer keep it, suddenly tore open the black clothes on his chest, revealing the symbolic sign.

The star totem of tribes and faith.

The alien tribes are divided into tribes, and different tribes have different beliefs. The faith drawn by this alien leader, Xingyun Totem, is an ancient alien beast that exists in the legend, like a Guhuo bird that drops blood and causes disasters to capture people's soul energy.

When the thousands of swords were slashing the sky, the black-clothed leader did not dodge and did not take the initiative to attack. He suddenly opened his arms and greeted the dim starry light in the sky with his totem. He didn't know what kind of spell he was silently chanting, and his pious and respectful posture was like

It is a very ancient sacrificial ritual.

The leader of the alien race is offering sacrifices.

He sacrificed his faith in praying for the starry moonlight to give him the ability to awaken the power of the starry art hidden in the totem.

Jian Fuchen saw with his own eyes that after the leader of the alien race worshipped the starry sky in a strange manner, a pure light curtain was really scattered in the depths of the quiet night sky.

Very thin, very thin.

The starlight was like a curtain of cicadas, wrapping the leader of the alien race in it. After a few breaths, the totem of the alien chest was lit up one by one like stars. As the bright starlight drooped, the man stood up gently and ended up with the original state.

His gloomy and dark temperament is completely different. After being baptized by the starlight, he actually has a slight sacred smell.

He looked at the formation of ten thousand swords flying in the vast starry sky, his hands were flexible and changeable, and complex seals were formed...

Finally, a loud cry resounded throughout the night sky with the deafening roar of thousands of swords that were rolling in the wind and thunder.

Jiang Manlou looked up from afar and saw a strange bird surrounded by purple light swaying on its wings and rushing into the formation of ten thousand swords that was coming from the sky.

Unexpectedly!

The strange bird and its evil spirits were caught, and the terrifying purple light could melt the sword body.

It slapped its wings and flew into the meteor shower sword array, but melted all the long swords passing through its body feathers, as if they were smashed. After the sword melted, only fragments of sword light were left scattered in the night sky, and then

The wings of the strange bird rolled up, and the shaking wind shattered.

Jian Fuchen frowned slightly when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that the alien star art would be so powerful.

But he was not worried.

He knew very well the power of the Wanjian Return to the Sect. No matter how evil the purple light around the strange bird was, it was absolutely impossible for him to rush through the Sword Rain Array without any damage.

He believed that the giant bird that was trapped in ten thousand swords would definitely be exhausted. In other words, the strongest move that determines the outcome of life and death is most likely to be the ending of both losses.

Jian Fuchen obviously would not accept this result. How could he let go of the alien race who trespassed the sword-making city and wanted to ambush him?

Perhaps the strange bird can break through the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect, and can also smash the countless swords flying from the sword furnace in the Sword Forging City torn, but the whine before death will eventually sound under the evil sword.

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Jian Fu Chong firmly believes in it.

...

In the night sky on the arena, more and more swords were shattered silently.

The purple light of the strange bird was gradually fading through the shuttle.

Together they weaken each other.

In fact, from the time when Wan Jian breaks through the air to the strange bird spreading its wings and rushing into the sword rain, the whole process seems to be very long, but in fact it is only between the two of them fighting each other.

It is no exaggeration to describe it in a moment.

In an instant, thousands of swords and meteors.

In an instant, a strange bird cried.

In an instant, it fluttered into the sword formation. In an instant, countless flying swords silently turned into light spots and dissipated.

It passed through the sword rain formation as if it was a shattering bamboo, but when it met the red sword light mixed into the sword rain formation, it had been pierced by thousands of swords, and the seemingly soundless bird suddenly cried out.

A loud body solution.

The luster emitted by the Xingyun totem dimmed in an instant, which represents the awakened Guhuo Yibi, who was slept in the totem again by sacrificing the power of faith.

The soul of the alien leader was as if he was struck by lightning. He stared at his incredible eyes with his pale face, and watched with his own eyes the light of the red sword that broke his star-growing technique flash and then pierced into his chest.

Following the evil, thousands of flying swords were also followed. The flying swords fell like rain, nailing the body of the alien leader to the thick city wall.

Everything returned to the quiet prison dragon venue. At this moment, the city wall looked like a sword mountain covered with long swords. The only difference was that there were ten evil sin slaves nailed on the sword mountain.

Jian Fuchen looked at the alien leader who had completely stopped. With a long sleeve, the evil flew back and the white figure fell down. However, seeing his expression, it seemed that he did not remove the joy and excitement that a strong enemy should have. His face was a little bitter, bitter

Frowning.

He stood motionless in the arena. After dozens of breaths, he finally couldn't suppress the surging blood and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

Two tigers fight each other, one dead and one injured.

...

There was no need to do it yourself. Jiang Manlou, who cleared the remaining minions with golden armor, clapped his palms, stepped forward and smiled, "The young city lord's swordsmanship cultivation should enter the three tops of the world!"

Although there is suspicion of flattery, Jiang Manlou's words are not false.

Today, the only one who can resist ten thousand swords to retreat to the enemy is Muyun Sword City, which is the Sword Pavilion of the Seventy-Two Peaks of Kunlun, or is it added with Luo Changfeng?

He had heard of the name of the Sword King Xiaoer of the Mean, and of course there was also the lord of the sword-making city whom Li Luo had never met before. Even the powerful elder who had no name hidden in the sword pavilion, but he had never seen these people with his own eyes

The posture is therefore said to be the three apt, not the first three.

The white-clothed sword floated and wiped the blood from his mouth, and looked at Jiang Manlou coldly without saying a word.

After this battle, he was aware of the Lord of Tibing Mountain. If Jiang Manlou did not stand alone on the high ground and stood by, why did he use the Wanjian Guizong to kill a thousand enemies and destroy himself by himself?

He would not be grateful for Jiang Manlou's kind reminder in his heart. Even if he had thoughts before fighting with the alien race, his hateful face now disappeared when he looked at Jiang Manlou's annoying face.

Looking at the alien corpses in the arena, Jian Fuchen's eyes turned to the closed iron gate.

Before he could say anything, someone suddenly broke into the arena.

A blue-clothed sword servant with a sword in his arms knelt in front of Jian Fuchen, looked around at more than twenty corpses, and remembered the young master Wan Jian's return to the sect just now, and must have experienced a thrilling battle.

Jian Fuchen, who had a vague ominous premonition, looked at the Qingyi Sword Staff who was in charge of the city gate defense and asked, "What's the matter?"

The sword servant held his fists and said, "Report to the young city lord, there is something strange outside the city!"

...

The mountains where Zhujian City is located are located are located near the sea.

The sound of surging waves was always surging, and a huge wave rolled in the tide on the coast, and many huge monsters rushed out of the sea in an instant.

This process is repeated on the straight coastline.

So more and more monsters poked their heads from the sea and landed on the shore with the surge.

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