Chapter 384: [Legend For All Ages, Sword Cultivator’s Spirit]
Atop the city wall of Sword Casting City, Ye Sui’an stood, watching the towering sword lights taking to the sky and the approaching swordsn elders who commanded these lights. This sight, he thought, would likely be etched into his mory forever.
In the blink of an eye, the city wall was already filled with flying swords.
So of the swordsn were old and frail, so had physical disabilities, and so had not much ti left… Yet when they grasped a sword, the spirit they exuded was unmistakably that of a swordsman!
As that one-eyed swordsman had said, the spirit of us sword cultivators is unparalleled in the world!
If you wish to take this Sword Casting City…
Have you sought permission from my sword?
Though Sword Casting City is a retirent city, it doesn’t an anyone can ddle with it at will.
Just like that saying on Earth — Who presus to inquire whether the elderly are still capable of a al?
All foreign races outside the city must be killed!
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Above the city walls, Ye Sui’an gripped his longsword, the Moon Emperor.
He could feel the excitent of the Sword Spirit of the Moon Emperor.
“Rise!” Ye Sui’an, wielding his sword, flew towards the army of foreign races outside the city.
But so swords gained the upper hand only later.
“I am Wu Shanshui, the Supre Elder from One Sword Mountain!”
Sword light overflowed, rushing into the enemy alien army.
The clouds in the sky were torn apart by the waves of sword qi.
The might of one sword cleared the skies for hundreds of miles!
“I am Chu Beidan of Ten Thousand Sword Mountain!”
A streak of green sword light rushed into the crowd, like a teor piercing the night sky, with a heavy killing intent, and an even heavier determination to kill.
As the green sword qi approached the foreign races, it turned into a celestial dragon moving within the crowd. With a single strike, countless foreign races were sent flying away, their weapons shattered!
“I am Chen Yixi, a Loose Cultivator from West State!”
The one-eyed swordsman thrust his sword forward, like striking lightning, directly aiming at the leader of the foreign races army.
The enemy raised a fist to et the attack, but under this thunderous sword attack, they were forced back several ters.
“I am Shen Qingshan from Mirror Platform Sword Sect! Who dares to take my sword!”
One sword was as heavy as a mountain, coming from above, an imnse force.
One high-ranking foreign race mber was caught off guard and his right arm and shoulder were cut off!
As he listened to the familiar nas, Sui An was overco with emotions.
One by one, these swordsn were all elders.
So of them were well-known, with distinguished titles that inspired awe.
So had nurous disciples and grandchildren, and had nurtured countless promising sword cultivators in their lifeti.
So had devoted their entire life to their sect, sacrificing everything for the West State. Having only a few years left, they just wanted to spend the rest of their lives in peace in Sword Casting City.
Yes, they should be aging gracefully within Sword Casting City, spending the rest of their lives.
But now they were fighting shoulder to shoulder with him, facing an countless number of enemies.
However, Sui An knew well that if he hadn’t called on them from the city’s wall just now, they might have been disappointed.
No, not just disappointed, it would have been offensive and an insult to these elders.
We, the sword cultivators, never shy away from battles.
It’s true that I am retired here, but that doesn’t an I no longer have the strength to fight.
They were like retired soldiers from the battlefield, sharing the sa belief…
If called to battle, we must answer!
At this mont, not unsheathing their swords would be sothing they’d regret on their deathbed.
“Swoosh—” Ye Sui’an’s sword qi cut directly through a foreigner’s abdon.
Blood splashed onto his palm, neither warm nor burning.
Only one thought was left in his mind:
Kill!
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Inside Sword Casting City, the number of players was not high, but there were still so.
The scenes from a mont ago, they saw and recorded.
“Damn, I actually got goosebumps just now!”
“The first thing that ca to my mind was ‘Old soldiers never die’!”
“I’ve posted the video on the forum, I feel like we need to call for backup, we don’t have enough people!”
“Stop chatting! Why care about so many things? Get on with it! Let’s smash them!”
“One word: Charge!”
“Take with you! Charge!”
Compared to other regions, the number of players inside Sword Casting City was relatively small.
As they flew towards the battle outside the city, they got a series of notifications.
“Ding! Please assist Swordsman Successor Ye Sui’an in defending Sword Casting City.”
“Successfully defending the city will reward 250,000 Experience Points.”
Compared to the mission received by players in the Fire Yan Sect, defending Sword Casting City rewarded 100,000 more Experience Points.
This not only reflected the mission’s difficulty but also that there were more aliens here, with a large number of high-level aliens and innurable low-level ones.
Although these retired sword cultivators had high cultivation bases, they were greatly outnumbered in terms of quantity.
However, when the players charged into the battlefield, they were stunned by the scene before their eyes.
It was incredible!
These gray-haired cultivators were too powerful to describe!
“Your damn uncle is still your damn uncle!” This phrase popped up in the minds of the sand sculpture players.
The most exciting part for them was that these elders, when killing the enemies, saw a group of young people beside them and they didn’t keep any secrets. They even intentionally taught them.
A player saw the foreign race’s spear piercing towards his own chest and was already prepared to give up his resurrection chances. But he saw a burst of Sword Qi flash past.
An old man with white hair saved him, turned his head to glance at him, and said coldly: “Humph! Watch closely, your way of wielding the sword just now is simply suicidal. Watch how I use mine!”
Similar scenes happened one after another in front of the players. They were initially quite excited because these teachings would be beneficial to their future operations. All of these were rare devious tricks that money cannot buy.
But after the initial excitent, they couldn’t help but be a little silent.
Because these elders were too passionate, each doing their utmost on the battlefield to protect these young people.
Were they trying to act cool in front of the young Cultivators?
Of course not.
It was because they did not know whether they would live or die.
The more they taught these youngsters, the more they felt it was a final contribution to the Sword Dao of West State.
We are just flickering candles in the wind, ready to extinguish at any mont, and won’t live many more years.
But you guys are different, you are the bright sun in the sky, in the pri ti of a cultivator’s life.
We, the fading candles, want to burn one last ti, burn fiercely with all our might.
Burn through every last drop of oil, burn every bit of wax.
“Brats! This… is how to use a sword!”
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The foreign army outside Sword Casting City is led by a level eight foreign race.
By his side were several level seven foreign races and a large number of high-level foreign races.
Wu Shanshui, the Supre Elder of One Sword Mountain, was the strongest among this batch of people. Naturally, he swung his sword directly at this level eight foreign race.
Although his na contains the words ‘Mountain’ and ‘Water’, he was a fire attribute sword cultivator with a very fiery temper.
As ntioned before, he loved to curse and was an old-mouth. Even now, in the midst of battle, he scolded with each strike of his sword.
His thought was very simple. Since this was a battle of life and death, it should not only distinguish between victory and defeat but also determine life and death.
Therefore, one of the two must die.
So, if you don’t curse now, either the opponent won’t be able to hear it, or you won’t be able to curse anymore.
So what are you waiting for?
Curse his mother!
A lofty level eight foreign race was eting such an opponent for the first ti.
The sword moves were upright and open, each sword strike was aid at the enemy directly, but this mouth was too foul!
Player who were near Wu Shanshui were shocked. Despite being desensitised by the internet, they were startled and their values were refreshed.
If these swear words were put in movies or TV shows, they would all be “beep” sounds and absolutely would be muted.
And if they were put in novels or posts, the published version would definitely be a screen full of asterisks.
A level 80 Sword Cultivator, even Ping Shanhai would call him Senior Uncle, but his mouth was so dirty.
“Whoosh!” Wu Shanshui’s Sword Qi directly cut off the fla wings behind this foreign race.
And at the sa ti, the foreign race threw out a black lotus from his hand.
The petals of the black lotus scattered in the air, flashing with a black glow.
In evenly matched confrontations, it is common for both sides to have the potential to kill each other at the sa ti.
At such mont, they usually cease attacking and shift to defence, then seek the next opportunity to strike a deadly blow.
No one wants to die, but everyone wants their opponent to die, which is the normal situation.
However, Wu Shanshui’s sword did not retract, nor did it go to block these black lotus petals.
“Did this old man get tired of living?” This thought popped up in the foreign race’s mind.
But how many people in the world get tired of living?
Even with a short life expectancy, people still want to live on.
This was also the case for Wu Shanshui.
He wasn’t tired of living, this old man simply thought that his life… had been worthwhile up to this point!
The Sword Qi directly pierced the foreign race, leaving a huge hole in his body.
Wu Shanshui shook his wrist, and the Sword Qi swung to both sides, splitting his body into two.
And those black lotus petals also directly perforated the old man’s body.
The old man’s arms were completely destroyed, a large hole broke out on his lower abdon, and a bloody line appeared on his neck.
– Undoubtedly destined to die.
This gray-haired old man was falling from the sky, his eyes slowly closing, and he was muttering sothing under his breath.
From this mont on, the players understood why these elders seed so fierce as if they were in a winning situation, and yet the task rewards were so abundant.
Because “human strength has its limits”.
Their cultivation was indeed profound, but they were far outnumbered.
These old n are not like players, they can’t revive.
Eventually, like Wu Shanshui, they will each fall one by one.
And indeed, that’s what happened.
One by one, the old n fell from the sky. Their white hair danced in the air, and words were murmured from their mouths.
From the mont Wu Shanshui fell, each old man would utter a phrase that every Western State sword cultivator was familiar with just before dying.
Every ti they had heard or seen this phrase in the past, there wasn’t much emotion.
But in this situation and at this mont, it was not the sa.
There were four words engraved on the Boundary Monunt of Western State Border, which was the last wish and expectation of the Sword Mountain Elder.
And just before they died, these elders all said the sa thing, the sa sentence.
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“May…
The Swordsmanship eternally prosper!”
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