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After the alien Tianxing Shen General, who claimed to be Ze, jumped into the magma pool, the sword furnace in the back mountain of the lord of the sword city mansion was surprisingly calm. This calmness lasted for about an hour, and the entire back mountain suddenly shaking without warning.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the landslide awakened the night, and an indescribable magma column erupted from the top of the back mountain, directly hitting the night sky.

The city lord's mansion, which was shrouded in the night and even the entire sword-casting city, instantly became bright, covered with a layer of fiery red veil. Whether it was hiding the common people, or the demon tides in the sea of ​​fire outside the city gate and the people who protected the city with blood.

Everyone, all their sights were attracted by this sudden landslide, so that the city was quiet!

In countless eyes, a cold bead with a cold light floated up from the magma column and rose to the starry sky.

Then the straight magma column exploded and countless flame lava scattered everywhere. A blue Yinglong with two wings on the back broke through the lava and appeared in everyone's eyes.

The two-winged Yinglong opened his huge mouth and swallowed the spirit beads.

Behind Yinglong, a red sword light cut through the mountain and came to chase after him. The sword light came from a sword, which was held in the hands of another man in white.

The man stood in the void, his back was straight, and his sword was full of force.

He looked indifferently at the evil dragon who swallowed the ice spirit bead of creation.

Before he knew it, the sea breeze blew, and his hair turned white, as if stained with frost. Even his face, which was clearly angular, gradually aging, his eyes gradually became chaotic, and his firm back became hunched.

After leaving the Thousand Years of Xuan Ice Cave, he instantly grew older for thousands of years and returned to his original appearance.

This person is the city lord in the legend of the sword forging swords. He was expelled from the sword after he was mastered by the ancestor of the sword.

Unlike the two senior brothers, Zhaixingxing, Jian? The ancestor Yu Jiange has not been able to inherit the sword for a long time, and his cultivation has been in the realm of transformation for thousands of years and it is difficult to make progress.

When troubled times are approaching, I have a child when I am old, and I am about to die.

He did not have the method of tying the heavens to borrow his life from the sky like the old man Tianji. He was worried that no one could bear the burden of the sword casting city after his death, so he frozen himself in the Thousand Years of Ice Cave in the name of seclusion.

Wait for the only son to rise and fall and grow up.

In this flash, it has been more than twenty years.

Jian? I thought about many ways to awaken, but I never expected that what made him open his eyes in twenty years was the powerful alien who seized the Ice Spirit Pearl of Creation!

Some were surprised and some were regretful.

What was surprised was that the troubled times were a little earlier than he expected, but what was regrettable was that he had no chance to watch the sword floating for a few more times.

The Lord of the Zhujian City, who should have died, sighed in his heart: "Well, I deserve this!"

His mind moved slightly.

The sword outside the city of Zhuancheng City floated and fell, but the evil palm came out of his hand. The red ancient sword streaked across the starry sky, like a ray of light sank into the sword body of the hunched city lord.

The two swords are combined into one.

Jian? Turned his head slightly, and his turbid eyes seemed to see the sword in white clothes floating and rising in the sea of ​​fire outside the city, and the vicissitudes of life echoed: "Child."

"I owe you too much for my father in this life."

"After thinking about it at the end of your life, there seems to be nothing to teach you."

"Only this sword."

"You've seen it..."

Jian? The scene of Jiange's ancestors passing on his sword skills countless years ago appeared in his mind.

That was on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

The young man sitting cross-legged in the futon recited the sword technique with the teacher.

The teacher said something, and the boy recited it.

That day, the sky was clear and the clouds were flying.

"Thousands of words lower the mountain by one foot, and thousands of words can be the chapter of a saint. Three cups of dreams return to thousands of lives, and one pillow of a yellow beam and a sword energy grows."

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Thousands of words can be lowered by one foot of the mountain, and thousands of words can be used as the saint's chapter.

Three cups of dreams return to thousands of lifetimes, and one pillow of yellow beam and sword energy is long.

After spending more than twenty years of dreaming of the sword-making city lord sword, I dreamed of not only thousands of lifetimes? This sword surged in the void.

Every time the red sword light grows, it will pass back ten years. He has rejuvenated for ten years, and his sword will become ten years younger.

Jian? Smiling and staring at him.

Looking at the sword light shuttled through the void, and also through time and space.

The twelve bronze formations in front of Yinglong, with wings on his back were penetrated in the blink of an eye, and even Yinglong's body was penetrated by the sword light, struggling with a roaring dragon roar.

The ice spirit bead of creation broke out of its body and fell from the void with a cold light.

The demon phoenix, who saw this scene from afar outside the sword casting city, knew that the situation was going to go, so he flapped his wings and swung his wounded Lin'er away from the sea. The demon general immediately followed and led the demon tide to disperse and hide in the sea of ​​fire.

Mountains and forests.

In fact, at this moment, whether the alien Yinglong was injured or not, it seemed less important, regardless of whether the demon tide receded. What is important is that the red sword light is still long, sword? The senior is still turning back to his youthful appearance.

It penetrated through the mountains and rivers that were leaning on by the sword-making city, crossed the sea, flew out of the vast sky, and then made a cheerful sword roar and rushed to the top of Kunlun Mountain in Zhongzhou.

The red sword light finally shattered silently at the top of Kunlun Mountain. At this moment, the appearance of the sword? Senior completely returned to his youth. Just like the sunny year, he sat on the top of the mountain and followed the ancestor to learn the long-term appearance of sword energy.

A sword dreams back to thousands of times.

The young city lord closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, with a long song of sword energy echoing in his mind.

The sea breeze blows, and the white-clothed figure turns into countless fragments of light and scatters like elves.

The white-clothed sword in the sea of ​​fire outside the city floated and watched the figure turn into nothingness, and rushed up madly, rushing towards the back mountain of Zhujian City.

His speed is very fast, but it is not as fast as the fall of the Ice Spirit Bead.

The ice spirit bead of creation fell from the void fell into the broken sword furnace cave and fell back into the magma pool. When it absorbed the cold air attached to the spiritual power of heaven and earth, it touched the liquid-shaped lava, the magma pool suddenly became frozen.

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A terrifying cold air lingered and attacked the entire Jianlu Cave at a terrifying speed.

Wherever you pass, it is like a disaster. The sword furnace is frozen, the cave is frozen, and the flowers, plants, trees and buildings in the city lord's mansion are frozen. The cold air comes out of the mansion and spreads to all the streets and alleys of Zhujian City, with alleys of all sizes and alleys of all sizes and alleys of all sizes and alleys of all sizes and alleys of all sizes.

Turned into an ice sculpture.

The white-clothed sword flying towards the city lord's mansion was blown by the cold air, and the whole person was frozen in the air.

The huge sword-making city managed to overcome the difficulties of the demon tide siege, but ultimately failed to escape the anger of a Creation Ice Spirit Pearl. Even the Prison Dragon Conference, and even outside the city gate, including Jiang Manlou and Yuezhi brothers.

Everyone inside immediately became a corner of the glacier with this isolated city and mountains.

Ying Long, who witnessed the formation of this Sichuan iceberg with his own eyes, endured the pain and laughed wildly in the sky without restraint.

Under the reflection of the vast glaciers, the sky seemed to have white fish belly.

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A Taoist figure appeared beside Ying Long, who had turned into a human form.

The man was wearing a golden tie dress, and there was no sign of his face. Even his face and eyes were covered by a jade hat that looked like a straw hat.

He sighed softly: "It's another waste of effort."

The powerful alien who claimed to be Ze coughed up blood and smiled gloomyly: "It may not be."

The man was surprised and asked: "How do you say this?"

Ze looked at the direction of the Prison Dragon Hall and remembered the lord of Fengxue Yin City who lost himself and was trapped in the prison and turned into an ice sculpture: "At least, it has eliminated the big troubles in his heart!"

The man in a golden texy dress was hiding a mirror and was about to nod, but suddenly he heard an echo.

The echo came from the direction of the Prison Dragon Hall, and seemed to be asking back: "How can I see it?"