The majestic sword intent starts from Wucheng Cemetery and soars straight into the sky.

Most of the Chinese swords with some spirituality were all shocked and burst into sounds!

Lu Yibai and Lin Xiaoqi stopped together and looked up at the night sky.

Even though they are not sword cultivators, there are always some things that are learned from other things on the road of cultivation. When they observe this shocking sword, they actually feel a little bit of insight.

Lu Yibai could sense that the aura of the demon had completely disappeared, and he could also sense that the aura of the Sword King was also dissipating.

After only a few seconds, he and Lin Xiaoqi continued to rush towards the Wucheng Cemetery.

Lu Yibai knew very well that the green vitality in his body could heal his wounds and could also prolong his life to a certain extent. But judging from the current situation of Senior Sword King, he was actually unable to make up for the truth.

But the old man has no support and Zhu Er is not in Wucheng, so someone will eventually give him a trip, right?

Lu Yibai didn't know that in fact, countless people were already giving away the sword king to the Mo Dahua.

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On a small hill, a little boy was holding a wooden sword in his hand and doing repeated sword moves, a simple [sting].

He is six years old this year, and he has been practicing this trick for more than a month.

For a little kid, it is already very patient to practice one movement for more than a month before he starts to get impatient.

The boy threw the wooden sword in his hand aside in anger, stretched out his little hand and rubbed his baby's fat and round face covered with beads of sweat.

He really couldn't understand what his master was thinking. He had to practice a broken move for more than a month, and it felt that it was not effective!

The boy is still young, and to put it in a sentence on the Internet, that is, "You know nothing about power." He really doesn't know what it will look like after practicing, and he just feels really boring.

He wants to watch cartoons, play games, and buy snacks.

At this time, a majestic and unparalleled sword intent soared into the sky. Although the little boy's cultivation level was small, he could still feel it.

He raised his little head, opened his mouth very wide, and looked blankly at the night sky and towards the distant Wucheng.

He couldn't think of an adjective in his little head for a moment, but he just thought it was so powerful!

This shocking sword seemed to plant a small seed in his heart, taking root and sprouting.

The boy looked down at the wooden sword that he had thrown aside, ran over and picked it up, and wiped the dust on it very carefully.

Humph! Keep practicing sword! I have to be so powerful too!

After practicing for a few times, he remembered the teachings his master had given him on weekdays and wanted to be a sensible and polite child.

So he turned around and bowed towards Wucheng, and his small body bent to nearly ninety degrees, and said in a slight voice:

"Thank you for your teachings!"

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Deep in the dense forest, a man in black silently pulled out the long sword that pierced the demon's body.

He was very injured, but finally killed the demon who intended to make trouble.

After pulling out the sword, he sat on the ground weakly, leaning against a big tree, and lying in the palm of his hand.

He looked down at the sword that had been with him for nearly twenty years, and his thoughts were a little confused.

Just like when we were young, we thought about going to Tsinghua University or Peking University, when he was young, he also had almost whimsical fantasies.

He wants the current kendo to reappear the glory of the past!

He wants to be the next sword king!

Yes, almost every sword cultivator dreams of becoming the next sword king when he was practicing swordsmanship.

Then as they grow up and continue to practice, they gradually forget or give up this dream.

When people grow up, they will encounter something very cruel, that is, they will clearly realize that they are only a few pounds.

"Reappearing the glory of the swordsmanship in the past? Haha, you are almost thirty years old. It's so difficult to kill a third-level demon. Are you worthy of it?"

Many times, many sword cultivators even have the idea of ​​this: If I didn’t learn sword back then, would I go further?

Just as the man was thinking, the long sword lying in his palm suddenly shook and made an uproar sound of sword sound!

The man leaned against the tree, looked up at the night sky through the bare branches, and his pupils began to zoom involuntarily!

This...this...

He never thought in his life that there was such a strong sword in the world!

He felt his cooled blood begin to heat up again!

Although he is dull in his qualifications, he is diligent and solid in his basic skills. After seeing this sword intent, many things that he did not understand were suddenly enlightened in an instant!

Strength has improved by leaps and bounds!

He covered his wounds and supported his body with his long sword, allowing himself to stand up again.

Then, bowed towards Wucheng.

"Thank you for your teachings!"

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One person, two people, three people...

Children, adults, and even the elderly...

Anyone who sees this sword cultivator will have some realization in his heart!

All Chinese sword cultivators receive this sword training!

Countless people bowed to Wucheng, whose sword intent was in the sky, thanking this senior for his selfless teaching and giving them all their gifts.

Since then, a large number of sword cultivators have chosen to go into seclusion and comprehend this sword.

The more you understand, the less you understand, it depends on the opportunity and personal talent, but these are secondary.

What’s important is that this sword tempers their sword heart!

Many sword cultivators stuck at the bottleneck became perfect that night, and even the sword cultivators stuck at the peak of the fifth level realized their own sword domain that night!

Perhaps after this...

Sword Tao can really reappear!

May my swordsmanship be prosperous forever!

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At Wucheng Cemetery, the mute old man whose right hand, which had become a bone, was still holding a sword. He looked up at the night sky covered by the sword intent, and his body slowly fell backwards.

After falling down, he turned his head and looked at the tombstone with difficulty, and then smiled.

The old man, who had already been skinny, laughed out the coolness of the boys in the past, as if he was saying to her:

"Nizi, look at my sword, how about it?"

Ji Deken walked up and took a look at the mute old man's situation.

There is no way to turn things around.

The old man trembledly stretched out his right hand, put down the long sword in his hand, grabbed Ji Deken's arm, and then trembled with his fingers and wrote words in Ji Deken's palm.

When a person is about to die, he wants to be bold once and overestimate himself.

He is a mute and can't speak, but he has two words that he always wants to say to Ji Deken, but he always doesn't have the courage and is about to die now. Why not write it down?

The two words written by his trembling fingertips in Ji Deken's palm were:

"Master."

After writing, he had no more energy on his body.

Ji Deken had five disciples in his life, but he named Lin Xiaoqi "Qi", so what about "Liu"?

In fact, he had long regarded him as a disciple.

He looked at the mute old man's eager gaze and said softly: "Yeah, here."

The old man smiled foolishly and closed his eyes.

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In this life,
Chapter completed!