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The man appeared in a very casual way, in the eyes of countless demon soldiers and practitioners of the Sword Forging City.

But he himself is not at all free.

He is very old, not a childish face, but really old.

A hunched back shape, a thin figure, gray hair, a dry face, and one arm. If there is something on him who can prove that he was young, it should be those bright and divine eyes, like a

A sharp sword.

The man walked to Jiang Manlou and spoke with a hoarse tone: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Manlou stood up with his chest exhausted and joked: "You should not die."

The man nodded and pondered for a moment and changed his mind: "Among his comrades, you are of great talent. If you are in charge of the entire family business of Tibingshan, it will be difficult to live a long life if you are so lazy."

Jiang Manlou coughed several times, with pain in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and I'm cursing you for a short life when I speak. How can I have such a comrade in my comrade?"

"You can't ask others to save me every time?"

Jiang Manlou stared at him and said angrily: "What does it mean every time? I am so fragile in your eyes, my dignified Lord of Bingshan?"

The man seemed to be deliberately irritating Jiang Manlou: "One time is not enough?"

He simply raised the Lord of Bingshan and the Gate of Bingshan and stopped quarreling. Jiang Manlou waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, you can go up."

Jiang Manlou's heart moved slightly, and the iron armor of the Buddha gradually turned into invisible.

He covered his chest and coughed violently. He wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth, jumped up and jumped onto the city tower.

Yue and Mo Xiangqi rushed forward to inquire about their injuries. Jiang Manlou shook his head and waved his hand, indicating that it was not hindered.

Looking down the city tower, a man holding his sword to meet the tens of thousands of demon tides and the Qilin beast burning with flames, Mo Xiangqi asked in surprise: "How could Li Luo come?"

"Maybe he has always been nearby." Jiang Manlou said.

He doesn't believe in coincidence.

He believed that many things in the world, or so-called fate, were actually secretly arranged by those who were capable. However, some people knew it well, while most people could not see the truth. It was like when the ten-son comrades gathered with ulterior motives.

In Bodhi Academy.

So, there is no absolute coincidence!

Li Luo was originally hiding his identity in Zhujian City. He even said that he had integrated with this city for ten years and was used to life here.

He didn't know why he liked this place, or just because the city lord he had never met had a similar experience when he was young? The three disciples of the Sword Pavilion ancestor Engan Hung, now they have become Muyun Sword City in their generation.

Wang Xiaoer and himself seemed to be pushing with hands in the dark. The people who were destined to leave their names in the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun were the senior brothers and Wang Xiaoer, and his way to leave was to

Walking the sword again? The journey of the uncle of the past was gradually forgotten by the world as the stars changed.

This should be his life.

The ordinary life of Zhuanjian City was disturbed not long ago because he found that many aliens were sneaking into the city one after another, and a woman, a very beautiful woman, appeared next to the young city lord Jian Fuchen.

This alerted him.

In addition, the scattered cultivators in the Jianghu have recently talked about the extermination of the Yi Shenzong and the Wan Beast Sect. Based on the ten consecutive days of mastery of the whereabouts of alien races sneaking into the city, he guessed it in his heart.

He did not tell Jian Fu Chong about these things.

First, the young city lord will definitely not believe it. Second, even if he persuades, one is bright and one is dark, facing the appearance of the alien race, this lonely city, which has been isolated from the lock of the next world for thousands of years, cannot escape the life hanging by the thread.

Dangerous situation.

So he chose foreign aid.

He knew that the end of the sea was the shore of the cape, and that Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head of the Seventy-Two Qifeng Peaks of Jiange, is there. He went to meet the senior brother of the sect and informed him of all the situation.

The Sword Forging City is an isolated city. If there is foreign aid in the world, it is Kunlun Mountain, which belongs to the same sect.

Therefore, Li Luo rushed back from the shore of the cape with his sword.

Looking at the tens of thousands of demons, Li Luo knew that things were much more complicated than he expected. He thought that everything was just a foreign race, but he never expected that the demon race would also participate in it and would be a pioneer.

Li Luo looked at the transformed prince of the demon clan, holding a sword with one arm twenty-four: "It is hard to imagine that the son of the devil emperor of Jueyunling would be willing to be driven by the alien race. Have you ever thought about what you planned?

If you lose, you will lose tens of thousands of people in the demon clan! Should this be done by the emperor of the demon clan in the future?"

Every piece of the tines on his body was burning, and the giant qilin beast surrounded by crystal clear red flames suddenly leaned forward and made a dive. The earth was slightly sunk under his claws, and it opened its fangs and bloody mouth, glaring at Li Luo angrily.

It seems to be saying: "It has nothing to do with you!"

The sword is so cold that it is so cold.

A cold wind blew from the tip of the sword, causing the charred ash after the sea of ​​fire extinguished on the ground outside the city to rise. The wind became heavier and he lifted up the falling coarse cloth plain clothes and lifted up his gray hair. The ashes even rotated.

Flying up, wind pillars rolled up, getting higher and tighter. Li Luo, who was standing among the dozens of winds, turned his sword lightly, and then a silver light shone across the night sky and from the city tower.

A flash of people flashed before them.

The sword light was dazzling, and those people subconsciously turned their heads and eyes.

Then a sharp roar came into everyone's ears. Many people were stinging their eardrums by the harsh sword roar, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

They opened their eyes and saw dozens of long winds shattering with the sound of swords at the same time. Countless charred ashes hung in the air like ink snowflakes in an instant.

At this moment, Li Luo came out of his sword.

Ten years ago, he had been outside Jiangdu City for a hundred years, and he classified all the sword techniques he had learned in his life into two swords.

Yes, now he only knows two swords, one horizontally and one vertically, like a cross, so he calls his sword technique the Cross Li Jian.

The kendo of the detachment is in the cross.

The world is the field, and the foundation of the word "field" is the horizontal and vertical in the middle. He believed that everything in the world could not escape the fate of breaking one sword and two pieces. In short, if you can't cut the horizontal sword, you can make up for it by leveraging the sword.

So he swept across with one sword.

Perhaps it was because of the vicissitudes of life that caused the hands and feet to be inflexible, and this sword seemed clumsy when it was cut horizontally.

But it is undeniable its power...

In the void where countless ashes were frozen, a sacred sword light flashed by.

It is impossible to describe that kind of speed, because no matter how short the moment there is, there is always a process. What really doesn’t have a process in this world is called eternity.

The one-word sword of the fallen is eternity.

The sword light was on the sword body, in the void he cut horizontally, and on all the tracks it flashed by.

Yes, it appears at all places that should appear at the same time, without a moment, as if it is there from beginning to end, in every part of the space, lit forever.

The process of Li Luo's sword swing seemed to have just given an order to the ubiquitous sword light to cut it off.

So the ashes in the void, as small as dust were cut open, the invisible air was cut open, the curtain of the night was cut open, and even a shocking cut appeared in the void.

The cut was deep and extended until it appeared in the luster of the raging fireworks, the fire was neatly separated, and then the light disappeared into the abdomen of the leaping Qilin beast.

(PS: It's Monday again, and the new book Tiandu is at Qidian needs support. As a newcomer at Qidian, I still want to try the new book list. The update has not been interrupted. Moreover, Loulan has great confidence in the new book plot.

It's not weaker than Juntiantu. I hope that friends who like Juntiantu can go to Qidian to support me, and I'm grateful for it.)