A hum echoed in this heaven and earth.

It was like a sound, and it was like countless tremors sounding at the same time.

Everyone present heard this sound, and many people with swords looked down.

The eyes went from puzzled and puzzled to frightened.

Countless swords trembled at the same time, as if they had been summoned by some kind.

“What’s going on, my sword…”

“I can’t control it, this sword seems to be moving!”

“Me too, my knife doesn’t listen to my call!”

Rub-

A long sword was unsheathed, freed from the hand of an assassin, and in his stunned gaze, electricity flew into the air!

Then, thousands of swords!

Rub Rub –

The sound of the sword unsheathed is endless!

The sound of rubbing the air is like snake scales scraping, which makes people’s scalps tingle!

….

In the private room on the second floor, the window has been burst open, and it seems that something flew out and destroyed it.

Lu Yuzhai’s mouth was dry, and he raised his finger with a stunned face and pointed over:

“This, how could this….”

On Wushuang’s head, beads of sweat the size of beans continued to seep down and flow into the collar.

The Wushuang Sword Box he placed next to him was the supreme treasure of Wushuang City, passed down from generation to generation, and there were thirteen swords in it.

Yunshuo, Qingshuang, Phoenix, Red Leaves, Butterfly, Peerless Shadow, Destruction, Killing, Jade Ruyi, Finger Wrapping, Cang, Vast.

And the last one, and the strongest.

Daming Suzaku, ranked second among many famous swords in the north and lakes!

Being able to summon ten of the Wushuang Sword Box with the art of the Royal Sword can already sit in the position of the Wushuang City Lord.

And he, as a genius who has seen once in ten years in Wushuang City, can manipulate five flying swords at will at will.

If you urge it with all your strength, I am afraid that the eight in the matchless sword box will not be a problem!

But at this moment, the Wushuang sword box beside him was already wide open, and the inside was empty.

Not even a sword left.

…………

On the horse road, a group of horse thieves drew their knives and stopped a caravan, laughing viciously:

“Things are left, people can go, otherwise don’t blame the knife in Lao Tzu’s hand……. Well? ”

Several horse thieves looked down, stunned, and found that the things in their hands were also missing.

………….

Snow Moon City.

A swordsman holds his beloved sword, and it is the moment of peaceful sleep.

Rub-

A change in sound.

The swordsman woke up suddenly, looked down, his eyes were dazed, and the sword in the sheath was gone.

He got up in a hurry, ran to the window, and looked up.

I saw Daoist streamers rising from all over the city, breaking through the sky, and flying in one direction.

…….

Sikong Changfeng stood on the top floor of the Ascending Pavilion, and the cold wind swung the corners of his clothes in the middle of the night.

His face was already solemn.

In his pupils, the scene of the sword shadow rising up in the sky and flying mightily in one direction was reflected.

This scene made him a little unbelievable.

“The second senior sister has a trick of the moon and sunset flowers, which can trigger the rain of flowers all over the city, which is beautiful.”

“But even if it is her words, it should not be able to arouse the sword blade in the city, and this person who borrowed the sword is a little terrifying…”

Comparing it carefully, he shook his head.

Sikong Changfeng’s heart was already shaken.

He muttered

“Who is over there, this person’s strength is definitely above the Sword Immortal. Could it be that the surnamed Luo came over? ”

“No, there’s no reason…”

Sikong Changfeng frowned, and after thinking about it in his mind, he had no clue.

“Looking at the whereabouts of these swords, it should be the beauty village of Sangu City.

Who is fighting there?

Senior brother and senior sister are not there, I have to look at it. ”

He let out a long breath, his chest stirring a little.

A roar of wind roared, shaking the clouds and dispersed, and Sikong Changfeng stepped on the gun and left the place.

Seeing this scene, he was actually hot in his heart, and he couldn’t bear it.

……..

Muliang City.

A middle-aged man with a clear face and a cyan robe sat cross-legged at the head of the city, closing his eyes and meditating.

This great Muliang City is also one of the famous big cities in the world, which seems to occupy a vast area and has all kinds of pavilions and pavilions.

In fact, it was empty, so silent that the needles could be heard.

Because there is only one person living in the city.

Lonely City, Lonely Sword Immortal, Luo Qingyang.

Raising swords with the intention of invincibility and loneliness, the powerhouse of the Divine Wandering Heaven and Human Realm is even revered as the head of the five great sword immortals in the north.

The desolate sword placed beside him made a sound like a whimper at this time.

With a shock, the desolate sword seemed to be unsheathed on its own.

A large, well-defined hand jerked out and pressed the hilt of the sword, and the desolate sword gradually quieted down.

Luo Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

He got up and looked in the direction of Sangu City with his back hand, and his always indifferent face also made a little wave

:

“Very strange, very powerful sword intent… Who is this person, who entered my north and left the rivers and lakes? ”

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