Ye Sui'an, who suffered a critical blow on the back of his head, looked confused and didn't know what he said wrong.

Should I turn my head and run away at this moment?

Wu Shanshui looked at him, and his previous disgusting eyes were rare to feel a little softer, and he spoke: "Since you are the only successor of Jianshan, you are equivalent to the future sword leader selected by Yijianshan and Wanjianshan..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Ye Sui'an say, "I don't dare to be a lie, Senior Lu is... um..."

The back of the head was slashed again.

Wu Shanshui was too lazy to pay attention to him and said to himself: "We sword cultivators have never been afraid of war. This is right. However, as the future leader of swordsmanship and the only successor of contemporary swordsmanship, you should do more than just rush forward with me, an old man."

"You should look back and see where this is. You should feel carefully how many spiritual consciousnesses have been stuck on you since you stepped into the Sword Forging City."

Ye Sui'an fell silent when he heard this.

Since he came to the sword casting city, he has sensed from time to time that wisps of spiritual consciousness are stuck on him. It seems to be unintentional, but he is really paying close attention to him.

Wu Shanshui said that those are all old guys who are raising old age in Zhujiancheng.

Some are sword cultivators from Yijian Mountain and Wanjian Mountain, while others are not.

In their eyes, Ye Sui'an was like a talented junior, a top-notch jade, and one of the characters who could lead the sword cultivator in the future. He couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

That's expectations.

These spiritual senses were not concealed, otherwise Ye Sui'an would not have known that so many people were "peeping" on him.

Wu Shanshui looked at him and shouted in a deep voice: "Boy! You represent the person from Jianshan. Your words and deeds represent the holy land of sword cultivators in the world."

"You have the best resources and never lack magic weapons, elixirs, and martial arts. You have the best master who can give you a blow when you are confused!"

"You have excellent talent, which is the gift from the world's sword fortune to you!"

"Now, in the catastrophe, look at the sword-making city behind you, and think about it carefully, what should you do!?"

After Wu Shanshui finished speaking, he flew up in the air, formed sword seals with both hands, and the cultivation level of the eighth level dispersed from him, with an unparalleled momentum.

Ye Sui'an glanced at the sword casting city in a daze.

He knew that there were a large number of sword cultivators living in seclusion here.

At this moment, he and Wu Shanshui were the only ones above the city.

Did they not sense the alien race in the distance?

impossible.

They are waiting for a voice.

They are waiting for this immature young man to understand the burdens and responsibilities on themselves.

In the face of catastrophe, sword cultivators also need leaders.

Perhaps there are Pingshanhai, Qian Zhengyi, and the sect leader of the two major sword sects, who can serve as leaders of the Xizhou sword cultivator.

What if it is possible?

These seclusionists are old, and they know how long they can live.

They want to look at this young man at this moment and examine this young man.

Can he afford it?

Does he have the courage to lead the sword cultivator in the world to fight the catastrophe?

Is he worthy?

Ye Sui'an stood on the city wall, as if he could hear the sound of sword casting in the sword casting city here.

He seemed to be able to feel the fire in the stove.

For some reason, he could still think of Lu Xun at this moment.

Like him, Lu Xun has a unique identity.

Everyone is young and their cultivation is not very high, but what are the senior Lu doing along the way?

He seemed to be leading the disciples of the Demon Sect all the time, and he was always opening up a new path for the sword cultivator in the world.

He was in a high position and always had the courage to take on this responsibility.

He never shy away from leading others.

Jianshan is both the holy land of sword cultivators today, and Xizhou is also the territory of Jianshan. Ye Sui'an dared not say that he has the power to command sword cultivators in the world, but at least in the Xizhou realm, he really has this power.

He is not a soldier, he is a general.

It’s right that he should rush up and fight the enemy bravely, but at least he has to finish what he should do!

"Shou!" The Moon Emperor's Sword was unsheathed.

Ye Sui'an raised his long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was everywhere.

He used his spiritual power and shouted loudly, and the sound spread throughout the sword casting city:

"I am Jianshan Ye Sui'an!"

"Where is the sword cultivator in Xizhou!!!?"

In an instant, countless spiritual consciousnesses gathered on him were no longer hidden.

They were always paying attention to him.

"Surp!" The first sword sound came from the west of the city.

"Swish!" A sword sound also came from the south of the city.

For a moment, the sound of swords sounded one after another in the sword-making city!

One after another sword energy after another was generated in the sword-making city, pointing straight to the sky and soaring straight into the sky!

Countless sword energy gathered together, as if it was gathered out of thin air above the sword city, forming a long rainbow of sword energy!

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Chapter completed!