The man stood upright with his back straight and his sword was threatening.
He looked coldly at the evil dragon that swallowed the ice beads.
Unconsciously, the sea breeze blew his hair and turned it into white hair, just like being stained with frost. Even that angular face was getting old, his eyes were getting chaotic and his back was hunched.
After leaving Xuan Bing Cave for thousands of years, he instantly aged for thousands of years and regained his dignity.
This person is the Lord in the story of Casting Sword City who was expelled from the house after learning from the bodhi old zu of Jiange.
Are the two brothers different swords? It’s not long since the bodhi old zu took the sword on his knees in Jiange. For thousands of years, it’s hard to make progress without stopping to change the situation.
In troubled times, when you are near old, you will see that your life is coming to an end.
He didn’t have the way that the old man borrowed his life from heaven to worry about his body. After he died, people in troubled times could afford to cast a sword, so he closed his name and froze himself in Xuan Bing Cave for ten thousand years, waiting for him to grow up alone.
This is more than twenty years in a flash.
Sword? I have thought of many ways to wake up. I never thought that letting him open his eyes after more than 20 years would be a powerful alien!
A little surprised and a little sorry.
Surprisingly, the robbery in troubled times was earlier than he expected, and a little regret is that the fate has seen the ups and downs of the sword more.
The Lord of Caster Sword City, who should die, sighed deeply.
"Let it be so!"
His mind wavered.
Casting sword outside the city, the sword is floating and sinking, and the evil in the hand comes out. The red Gu Jian streaks across the star like a ray of sunlight, and it disappears into the back, and the Lord’s adult bends the blade in his palm.
Two swords in one.
Sword? Slightly tilting his head, his muddy eyes seemed to see him in the fire outside the city, and the vicissitudes of life echoed with his white sword.
"Father owes you too much in this life."
"There seems to be nothing to teach you when you think about it on your deathbed."
"Only this sword"
"You can see …"
Sword? A few years ago, my ancestors saw his swordsmanship in Jiange.
That is the top of Kunlun Mountain.
The boy sitting cross-legged on the futon recited the sword tactic with the teacher.
The teacher said a sentence and the teenager followed it.
It was a clear day in cloud flying.
"A thousand words depress the mountain, but a thousand words can make a saint chapter three cups of dreams come back to a thousand times and a pillow is firm but gentle."
“……”
A thousand words depress the mountain, and a thousand words can be a saint.
Three cups of dreams and a pillow are long and firm.
After more than 20 dreams, I will stop casting swords for thousands of years. This sword soared in vain.
Every foot of the red sword light grows back to ten years, and he is rejuvenated by it. His sword is also ten years younger.
Sword? Smiling and squinting at
Looking at the sword light shuttling through the virtual space, it also shuttles through the time
Ying Long, with wings on his back, was scored in the blink of an eye in front of the twelve bronze men’s array, and even the dragon body was pierced by the sword light, roaring and dragons struggled.
The ice spirit bead burst through the body and flashed cold light and fell from the void.
Seeing this scene from a distance outside the casting sword city, Phoenix, the demon family, knew that the tide was over, so it fluttered its wings and rolled its wounded son to fly away from the sea. That demon general followed closely and led the demon tide to disperse and retreat into the mountains and forests in the sea of fire.
At this moment, it is not very important whether the alien Ying Long is injured or not and whether the demon tide recedes. What is important is that the red sword is still long. The predecessors also turned back to the young and changed their looks.
It passes through the mountains and rivers on which the sword-casting city depends, flies out of the vast south of the sea, and then sends out a cheerful sword song and rushes to the top of Kunlun Mountain in Zhongzhou.
The red sword light finally collapsed at the top of Kunlun Mountain.
Sword at this moment? The appearance of his predecessors completely returned to his youth, just like the sunshine. In that year, he sat on the top of the mountain and followed the bodhi old zu to learn the long-term appearance of firm but gentle.
A sword dreams back to a thousand generations.
The young Lord sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and his mind echoed with firm but gentle Long song.
The sea breeze blows, and the natural and unrestrained figure in white turns into several pieces, and the light flies like an elf.
In the fire outside the city, the white sword floats and sinks, looking at that figure, turning it into virtual reality, and rushing frantically to the back of the casting sword city.
He’s fast, but he’s fast, but the ice bead falls
Falling from the void, the ice spirit beads fell into the broken sword furnace cave and fell into the magma pool again. It absorbed the cold attached to the spiritual force of heaven and earth and touched the liquid lava, and the magma pool suddenly froze.
The terrible cold lingers and sends out the horrible speed all over the sword furnace cave.
The place where I passed was like a disaster. The sword furnace was frozen. The cave was frozen. The flowers, trees and buildings in the Lord’s house were frozen. The cold spread out of the house. The streets and lanes of the sword city were carved with ice.
The white sword that flew toward the castellan’s mansion was ups and downs, and the whole person was frozen by the cold.
Nuoda Casting Sword City narrowly survived the demon tide siege, but ultimately failed to escape the wrath of an ice spirit bead. Even the prison dragon venue was outside the city gate, including Jiangmanlou and Yueshi brothers and sisters, and all of them suddenly became a corner of the glacier with the isolated city mountains.
Witnessing the formation of this Sichuan iceberg, Ying Long endured the pain and laughed wildly in the day.
The vast glacier reflected the sky, and it seemed that the sky was a fish-belly grey.
……
Youdao figure appeared beside Ying Long in human form.
The man was dressed in a golden suit and couldn’t see Ding Dianer’s face, even his face, and his eyes were blocked by a jade hat shaped like a hat.
He sighed, "It’s another waste of time."
Self-proclaimed Ze alien strong man coughed up blood and smiled grimly "not necessarily"
The man was shocked. "How do you say this?"
Ze looked at the direction of the prison dragon venue and thought of the Lord of Silver City, who lost himself and was trapped in the prison. "Less worries!"