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Episode 1: The First Trial of Dual Cultivation Chapter 140: The Last Sword Master

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    The Eight Dragons You Legion was less than full in number. Basically everyone was injured and exhausted. Most of them fell in the woods, panting and unable to get up.  Even Qing Li, who rushed back from the imperial capital, was already covered in blood. His Dragon Head Sword Regiment was the strongest among the Longyou Legion. He could barely stand up with the support of his sword, but it was impossible to continue fighting.  .  The only thing that can resist the attacks of the elders is one person and a sword.  Situ Hai was leaning against a tree on the edge of the forest, holding a rusty sword tightly in his hand. He had never met so many strong opponents in his life, but at this time, Situ Hai still looked relaxed, as if he was in a deserted place.  Standing like this, it made the three hundred elders stop.  The eight deacons and elders lined up the crowd and stood opposite Situ Hai.  Wu Yi stared at Situ Hai gloomily for a while and said: "Hand over Qianlong Pavilion and let you go back to see Guanran." Situ Jie smiled bitterly: "Master, Qianlong Pavilion has been destroyed by you, what else can I hand over?  "The Qianlong Pavilion that has been immortal for five thousand years only has this strength?" Wu Yi pointed at the Long You Legion in the forest, "These people are the last strength that Guan Ran relies on?" "To this day.  "Situ Jie showed a bit of sadness and helplessness, "No one with a bit of blood will live in peace. If there is still one person in Qianlong Pavilion, he will come out to fight with you. " "I will not show up unless I am summoned."  Wuyi sneered, "Isn't this the oath of your Qianlong Pavilion?" "It's useless to talk more." Situ Hai waved the sword in his hand, although he had already entered the holy realm.  But he has never returned to the level of the Holy Realm peak when he was young, which makes him feel even more depressed. "Dear masters, the Qianlong Pavilion inheritance has not died for five thousand years. Although these people are the only ones left today, they can still fight to the end.  moment." The eight deacon elders patrolled around, unfolding their respective spiritual thoughts and extending the tentacles of consciousness to every corner of the planet.  But there was no response from the spiritual thoughts of the eight people, except for the Longyou Legion in the forest, the entire planet.  There seems to be no aura of masters.  Heifeng came close to Wu Yi¡¯s ear.  He whispered: "It seems that these people are really the only ones. Why don't we kill them all as soon as possible, so that we can return to Earth to settle things with Ran? Although Xiao Wuyi is still doubtful in his heart, he has begun to waver. This is not because of what Heifeng said.  A few words, but because over the years, the Senate has controlled the world's practitioners to an astonishing degree. Wu Yi believes that even the hidden power of Qianlong Pavilion may be ridiculously weak.  Even the masters couldn't get it together. After thinking about it, Wuyi decided that as long as all the people in the forest were killed, Qianlong Pavilion would no longer pose a threat to the Senate.  It¡¯s hard to overturn the world. ¡°Situ Hai.  "Wuyi said sternly, "I think you are the disciple of the old sword master and the junior brother of the Emperor of Heroes. I will give you another chance.  Just get out of the way.  If you don't interfere in this matter, I will not only spare your life, but I will even allow you to join the Senate.  " The cold wind whistled, blowing the black gold robes representing glory on the senators. In the Galactic Empire, being able to join the Senate is definitely a supreme honor. Wearing this robe means that you can take anything. On behalf of  It can be used to cultivate various classics left by the predecessors, which represents strength and power. But besides that, Situ Jie's wine bottle has been thrown away, and he no longer needs this thing. Situ Haidi's life is like a story of ups and downs.  He has tasted almost everything in the movie, including great joys and sorrows, glory in youth, fame in his youth, and frustration in middle age. Now it is the end of the movie, what else does he need?  The incredible angle drew a gorgeous arc, and he said softly: "The sword is still in my hand!  "    "drink!  "The deafening echoes erupted from the mouths of the Longyou Legion. It is hard to believe that these people who are on the verge of death can still have such momentum. Wu Yi pretended to sigh, waved his hand, and the elders swarmed forward. Infinite  Sword light burst out from Situ Hai's hand, and his rusty sword instantly shed all its rust and became brilliant again. Even though there were many elders, they could never come close to the area marked by Situ Hai's rusty sword.  The young sword master just stabbed forward with one sword without any aim. This was a sword that shattered the sky. Even the sky was scattered wherever the sword light touched.  No one dared to compete. Even the elders wearing the mysterious gold robes of glory could not take another step forward. The elders had already sacrificed their own magic weapons, and dozens of different types of cultivation tools burst into the air.  Using their own strength, the unarmed elders jointly struck out with one palm. Once outside the big palace, ten elders could force back four enemies with one palm.Dragon.  Now, dozens of elders have joined forces to launch it. With such power and killing intent, even Qing Li in the forest feels suffocated.  But Situ Hai blocked it. Unexpectedly, he thrust out another sword.  That is a sword that is more magnificent than the wind and more dazzling than the light.  When he fired the sword, Situ Hai smiled.  The haggard and decadent face showed a arrogant smile, just like the loneliness of a young man when he became famous.  The strong wind blew back, and the darkness counterattacked like a torrent. That incredible sword actually made hundreds of elders collectively take a step back.  Everyone¡¯s face showed a look of shock.  The elders always only advance but never retreat when they take action. What's more, now that they are all out, they are bound to defeat Qianlong Pavilion in a battle.  Could it be that it can¡¯t break through an ordinary holy sword?  Elder Wu Yi has already seen the clues.  What Situ Kei relies on at this moment is not the power of the Holy Realm at all, or for him, the power of the Holy Realm is dispensable. For a person like Situ Kei, he only needs one sword to be able to defeat thousands of people with one man.  open.  Wuyi thought of what the Supreme Master had said to him before traveling far away.  Although the Senate has mastered all the cultivation methods in the world, it does not mean that there will be no masters besides them, because intelligent creatures are creative and they can understand more powerful cultivation methods on their own.  So, an old swordsman came out, and with just the sword in his hand, the Senate failed to succeed in hunting him down for ten years.  Now it seems that among the three disciples of the old sword master, only Situ Jie has obtained the essence of the sword.  Today¡¯s cultivators rely too much on the power of the holy realm and must rely on the power gained from cultivation to fight.  But in this world, there is not only one path. If you raise your martial arts skills to the highest level, you will also gain the highest combat power.  What Situ Jie relies on is the soul of the sword, the soul of swordsmanship, and Situ Hai himself is the soul of the sword.  The Supreme Being has said that in this world, in addition to force, there is also soul, and the soul controls force.  Situ Hai used the soul of the sword in his hand to defeat the elders and was actually undefeated.  Wuyi felt frightened, even a little panicked. He did not dare to take action easily. Even if the eight deacons took action, they might not be able to defeat an opponent that even three hundred elders could not defeat. If Situ Hai was still standing by then, then the elder  What is the appearance of the hospital?  For the current plan, only by defeating Situ Jie's sword spirit can he be unable to fight again.  "Situ Hai, you are a young and talented young man who reached the pinnacle of the Holy Realm when you were less than twenty years old, and everyone in the empire was shocked." Wu glanced at Situ Hui's desolate face, and stabbed out several swords in a row, but he was shocked.  The elders retreated further and further, and began to talk about old things, "But you are young and frivolous, thinking that you are invincible, and you actually want to stop the expansion of the empire with one person's power." "I succeeded." Situ Hai's eyes glowed.  , the sword soul in his hand was even more dazzling, "The empire's fleet has never expanded a step further." Wuyi's words did not seem to destroy Situ Hai, but gave him more courage and fighting spirit.  "Yes, you succeeded. You and Hurd created a miracle in the history of the universe. The two of them created the Battle of the Left Arm of Outer Mongolia, wiping out the invincible fleet." When Wu Yi saw Situ Hai's reply, he  Knowing that the other party had fallen into a trap, he said, "But Situ Hui, isn't this the beginning of your tragedy?" "Tragedy?" As expected, Situ Hui's sword movement froze, his face solemn.  "After the Battle of the Left Arm in Outer Mongolia, everyone in the empire rumored that you were dead, so a woman, your woman, began her career of revenge. Situ Hai, do you still remember this woman's name?" Situ Hai seemed to  After being hit by a bullet, he took a step back slumped, still holding his sword: "I will not forget it in life or death. This woman is my wife. Her name is Chang Rong, the greatest assassin in the universe." "That's right, Chang Rong,  This is her name." Wuyi Xuanyi puffed up and looked unusually bright, "Chang Rong knew about your death and decided to assassinate the emperor to avenge you at any cost." "How much did this woman once love you.  How much do you love me?" Situ Jie's sorrow was as loud as the sea.  "In order to assassinate the emperor, Chang Rong found your master and your senior brother. What is his name?" Wu Yi sneered.  "Jia Ran." "Guan Ran, he has a beautiful name. When he was young, he was also pretty." Wu Yi said, "At that time, Guan Ran would hang out among the flowers every night. No one knew who he was. No one knew who he was.  Know his identity. I heard that the night Chang Rong found Guan Ran, Guan Ran was drinking and dancing among the stars. No one could have imagined that when Chang Rong walked through the door, all the beauties were lost.  Color, no one can be more beautiful than Changrong, no one can compare with her eyes like stars, skin like gelatin, all the beauty in the world is even more beautiful.Finally, Situ Hai, who was less than one-tenth of her strength, stopped the sword gesture in his hand, and the elders opposite him also stopped. The whole world seemed to have stopped, and time stopped flowing.  Elder Wu Yi showed a bone-chilling sneer: "Those were really wonderful days. Guan Ran helped Chang Rong assassinate the emperor. He removed obstacles for Chang Rong step by step and helped Chang Rong overcome countless difficulties. They  Staying together every day, whether it is day or night, spring, summer, autumn or winter, Chang Rong and Guan Ran will sit side by side every cold night. " "They didn't do anything." Situ Jie's voice sounded like a block.  Ice, ice is like iron.  "Yeah, maybe." Wu Yi's cruel memories continued, "The day destined to change history has finally arrived. After an arduous journey, Chang Rong finally arrived at the grand palace in the imperial city, and she met the supreme ruler of the Galaxy Empire.  , the emperor she wanted to kill, the man who killed her husband. " Heavy breathing circulated among the elders of Situ Hai and Long You Legion, and no one could interrupt Wu Yi's narration, just like that.  The only sound in the world was like a knife, slowly tearing apart Situ Jie's soul.  "Guess what? Chang Rong saw the most wonderful and incredible scene in her life. The enemy she wanted to kill, the sworn enemy, the bastard who killed her husband, was actually Guan Ran, who was wandering among the flowers in a graceful manner, who was wandering around the flowers every night.  Comfort those who take care of Chang Rong. People may know that Guan Ran is the emperor of the empire, but no one tells her. Chang Rong is the most lonely and helpless chess piece. She has been manipulated by others.  "That's enough!" Situ Hui shouted angrily, his face turned pale, and the memory was suppressed in the deepest part of his soul.  It started to hurt, so much that even the hand holding the sword trembled.  "Is that enough? The real climax hasn't come yet." Wu Yi smiled, "What's even more terrifying is that Chang Rong found out that she had actually fallen in love with Guan Ran. She actually fell in love with the enemy she hated the most and wanted to assassinate.  "This is so ridiculous, so ridiculous." The laughter hit Situ Jie's soul like raindrops, and his whole body trembled.  "But that's Changrong. The greatest assassin in the universe." Even if it's Xu Yi.  He couldn't help respecting this woman, "How could a real assassin be swayed by emotions? Yes, she loved Guan Ran and the Emperor of Heroes, but Chang Rong still stabbed the dagger in the eyes of everyone.  Guan Ran's chest pierced the young emperor's heart with a sharp blade, and blood spurted out. Who could forget that glorious moment? "Wuyi closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about that day.  The wonderful sound of blood spurting out, the handsome and smiling face of Emperor Yingmartian, and the tears falling on Chang Rong's face.  On the ground of the big palace, there should still be traces of the emperor¡¯s original enthusiasm.  "Ha" Situ Hai's tears kept flowing, this life was so sad.  All dissolved in tears.  "The real ending of the story is so exquisite that even Tiance could never have predicted it." Wu Yi praised, even though he was just a narrator, he couldn't help but get excited.  "Just when Chang Rong assassinated the Heroic Queen, you, you, Situ Hai, the greatest knight-errant swordsman in the universe, that man who can only show the bravery of an ordinary man, came back, and you came to the big palace intact, and you saw it with your own eyes  How did your wife avenge you? You saw with your own eyes how your senior brother died in your wife's arms." "Chang Rong looked at me." Situ Hai lost his mind and murmured, "Chang Rong looked at me.   She said, you are still alive. " "You are still alive, but she killed the person she loved deeply," Wu Yi said without leaving any room for error. "It took Chang Rong to know what she had done. She thought she had done it.  You are a chess piece on the chessboard, and you have been controlled by the Emperor of Heroes. In fact, it is you who really caused all this tragedy. It is you, the young hero, the unfailing spiritual leader in the universe, and the greatest earth.  A swordsman is an unsurpassable peak. Situ Hui, your wife is not as important to you as a blade of grass in the universe. " Situ Hai fell silent. He fell into long memories and loneliness, and the past was unstoppable.  The momentum completely overwhelmed him. After so many years of drinking and depravity, Situ Jie felt that he had forgotten and had licked all his wounds.  But that was not the end, the wound had been buried deeper, so deep that even he could not explore it himself.  "Chang Rong felt the body of her lover in her arms cooling down. She finally understood everything. She knew who she should choose. Situ Hai, your wife has done everything she can for you. She will finally do it for the one she loves.  "Something." Wu Yi asked coldly, "Do you know what she did?" Of course Situ Hai knew that, no one in the world knew better than him: "Chang Rong used a secret method that was inherited by her family.  Secret method, she exchanged her life for the blessing on Guan Ran's chest, thisThe blessing was exchanged for all the vitality of Changrong. She brought you back to life and lived in her love forever." "So, you lost her.  Wuyi sneered, "Just because you want to be a hero, just because you want to be famous, and want to prove your strength."  What did you get as a result?  " "I lost her.  "Situ Hai collapsed. Anyone with eyes can see that Situ Hui collapsed. His entire spirit, soul and strength were completely and completely defeated. The person who defeated Situ Hui was not Wu Yi.  The voice, but the past, is Situ Ji's memory. The long pain and boundless regret are like a sea of ??hopelessness, surging in Situ Hai's chest and blood, leaving this man as before.  , when he saw his wife leaving, he was completely broken. There is no power that can be compared with love. Even the most powerful person in the world cannot undo the loss of love. Situ Hui is a sad man.  , he went from a young genius, a super master with countless hopes, to now, he has become the drunk cat Situ who protects the royal family. No one knows what happened to this man. Only Situ Hai himself knows that he has been guarding and guarding.  The emperor of this empire can't let the Emperor Yinglie die, because it is the love of his wife that supports the Emperor Yinglie. As long as the Emperor Yinglie is alive, Changrong's love for his woman will not disappear.  Protecting another man. The endless pain finally defeated Situ Hui. His hands trembled, and even the rusty sword fell to the ground.  Entering Situ Hai's body, but the genius swordsman didn't react at all. He just lowered his head and looked at this situation that had never happened before. The long sword passed through Situ Hai's body diagonally, and the blood flowed on the green rainbow, dark red.  The thick blood seems to be Situ Jie¡¯s longing. ¡°You can go and accompany Chang Rong, Situ Hai.  "Xu gave the final verdict. "Countless swords stabbed into Situ Hai's body in a chaotic manner. What is flowing now is not only his blood, but also his vitality. The vitality that is firmly guarded in the body is also flowing.  "Changrong" Situ Hai suddenly covered his chest with an expression of disbelief on his face. His eyes looked at the sky, and the white clouds in the sky were changing, and there was light shrouding it.  Spread the warmth of the world all over the earth "Eternal Melt" Situ Hai's tears stopped, and the sadness flowed into his heart, and the pain in his body seemed to be diluted by the past.  Everything that happened in the palace was reversed before his eyes. Changrong's voice, the intimacy between lovers, and the wonderful times were all revealed one by one. "Changrong" Situ Jie showed an unprecedented relaxed smile.  The smile was not the frivolity of becoming famous at a young age, but the memory of the happiest time in the past. The relationship between him and Chang Rong was not only pain and sorrow, nor was it just the separation of life and death in the big palace, there was more.  When they were together, they told each other about their love forever. It turned out that these things were not forgotten, but hidden under the pain and sadness. It was only when Wu Yi suppressed Situ Hui the most.  When the painful past is revealed and the wound is torn open, the happy past will flow out like warm currents, flowing in the blood vessels, flowing in the eye sockets, and flowing on Situ Hai's fingertips.  The trembling stopped. He felt the strength again, the life was returning, the soul was repairing the wounds, everything was changing from weak to strong, and even stronger. When Situ Hui looked away from the vast sky, the last sword came out.  It passed through his chest, but he couldn't feel any pain, as if the power of life was rapidly expanding and surpassed all death. Situ Hai stared at Wuyi closely, with tranquility and tranquility in his eyes.  Happiness: "Chang Rong left his love to Guan Ran, but I still have memories.  " He covered his chest, where the warmth was gushing out. Situ Jie closed his eyes again, his face full of happiness. A kind of brilliance appeared on Situ Hai's body. That was the glory of the holy realm, the pinnacle of the holy realm.  After decades, the former young hero finally returned to the peak of the Holy Realm at the last moment of his life. Situ Hai looked at the broken bloody holes left by countless swords on his body.  Without stopping the bleeding, the flow of blood was as irreversible as time. Situ Hai straightened his body. Not only did he return to the peak of the holy realm, but he also returned to the past. The arrogant young swordsman from before also revived at this time.  Wuyi's expression was solemn. He didn't know what happened to Situ Hai, but he could tell that thisThe dead have become even more invincible.  "The long sword is still in my hand!" Situ Hai looked up to the sky and roared.  "Drink!!" Countless sword lights appeared at Situ Hai's fingertips. He gently raised his hand and pointed towards the center of the three hundred elders' formation. Three hundred, three thousand, and thirty thousand sword lights appeared in the air.  Almost inexhaustible attacks poured into the elders.  Like a flood that bursts a dike, or like falling snow, it carries indescribable energy, trapping the elders together.  What kind of power is that?  The Eight Deacons and Elders were extremely surprised, because they saw real swordsmanship in Situ Jie, which did not rely on strength and did not even require skills.  Rather, it is a secret, the secret of swordsmanship.  The highest secret of swordsmanship bloomed in Situ Jie's heart.  Maybe this was something that had been buried for a long time. This unparalleled genius who had reached his peak at the age of twenty, or who had long mastered the secret of the sword, was only buried by the sorrow of the past and all the sorrow.  It was not until today, until Situ Hai was on the verge of life and death, that he truly blossomed.  Situ Jie stood alone at the edge of the forest.  With a single finger, he controlled countless peerless attacks and controlled a total of three hundred elders.  That is no longer something humans can do, but God.  Situ Jie may have become the God of Swords. Only the God of Swords can possess such powerful secrets of swordsmanship.  "In the whole world, when it comes to swordsmanship, I'm afraid no one can compare with him.  Maybe not even the Supreme.  Wuyi suddenly felt extremely frightened in his heart. This kind of fear can only be felt in the deepest night when he thinks of the wronged souls who died in his hands.  But it gives Wuyi a little peace of mind.  No matter what kind of energy Situ Hai bursts out.  He was about to die. Anyone could see that Situ Hai was only relying on his last breath of vitality for support. There were countless swords in his body and his blood was almost dry. His spirit and soul had long been destroyed.  Now, it only takes one last heavy blow to kill him.  It is impossible for a dead person to become a god.  Wuyi winked.  The four deacons and elders around him stood up and rushed in like eagles, pounced on Situ Hai.  The power of four peak masters of the Holy Domain.  It is so huge, but the strong wind has blown off the leaves in the entire forest. The green leaves are flying in the forest, and the rustling sound is like a soul-destroying song.  The four deacons and elders pushed Situ Jie with all their strength.  A fatal palm.  In this universe, there has never been such a strong joint attack before.  But Situ Hai raised his eyes.  Four sword lights appeared out of thin air. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? It was not the wind that pierced, but the clothes of the four deacons and elders. Blood was flying everywhere, red like smoke. The four deacons were actually forced back and injured by Situ Hai's glance.     But at the same time.  Just behind Situ Jiidi, Wu Yi's figure appeared like a ghost.  This most wily guy actually used four of his colleagues as bait, and launched a sneak attack without caring about his style.  Wu Yi¡¯s white palm was pressed against Situ Jie¡¯s vest.  "Oh, it would take five deacons to kill me. I am the best person in the world." Situ laughed.  Wuyi spit out his strength from his palm.  There was no sound, no bang.  But Situ Hai's expression changed. This sword god had reached his end. Not only did he have countless bloody holes in his body, but his internal organs were also completely shattered by Wu Yi.  "Long sword" Situ Jie spat out blood and waved his hand to stop the Long You Legion who rushed out of the forest desperately.  "Long sword" Situ Hui was horrified, and black blood spurted out mouth after mouthful. This was his last trace of vitality. He had to hold on to the small tree next to him to prevent him from falling.  "Long sword" Wu's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he put his hands on Situ Haidi's head: "I'll send you on your last journey." "The long sword is still in my hand!!!" A long roar came from a distance.  .  What came with it was an arrow, an arrow of anger. This arrow had once severely injured the ghost elder, and it also contained the Vulcan's thousand-year accumulation. It was fired by the Yanrong Bow, the most powerful weapon in the world.  The target of the arrow of anger was Wu Yi, the veteran next to Situ Hai. Wu Yi did not dare to block him, and hurriedly dropped Hu Yuanzi and retreated crazily to his companions.  But the arrow still followed unyieldingly.  The four elder deacons scolded angrily and exerted their full strength at the same time.  The fierce flames spurted out from the flaming arrow, burning four people at the same time, and finally it slowly dissolved into the air.  Such an arrow saved Situ Hui.  "Who is it!" Wu Yi was so angry that his hair was trembling.  Yang Hao stood high in the clouds, his face was silent, he opened the bow with both hands, and a rocket appeared at his fingertips.  ThisThe young Yang Hao is really like the God of War, and the dying Situ Jie has already made Yang Hao's flames of war burn brightly.  "Sister!!" Hei Feng stomped his feet and yelled, "Yang Hao, do you dare to come and die?" Several masters led by Hurd came out from the flanks. Under the leadership of Elder Hurd, this group of swordsmen and elders  The people they killed fell on their backs.  Although there are three hundred elders, it is difficult to resist a sudden counterattack.  After injuring dozens of people, the three hundred veterans finally established a line of defense to withstand Hurd's attack.  The situation has changed.  The opponent of the elders has changed from Situ Jie to Yang Hao.  Although Situ Hai was not dead, he was no different from death, but Yang Hao's sudden appearance was really beyond the expectations of the deacon elder.  No one expected that Yang Hao would really dare to come and bring only such a few people.  A moth rushing to the flame is rushing towards the light.  But is Yang Hao here to die today?  Wu took a long breath, wiped his hands slowly, freed himself from the predicament of being chased by the angry arrows, and looked up at Yang Hao again.  "You're here." Wu Yi seemed to be greeting a friend.  "Here we come." Yang Hao nodded, holding the bow steadily with both hands.  "I can't think of why you came." Wuyi asked confusedly, "It shouldn't make sense. Compared with your life, your friend's life or Qianlong Pavilion, which one is more important?" "There are many reasons." Yang Hao said calmly.  Smile, the black ring stayed silently on his hand, as if it had been there for centuries.  The destiny that traveled through the ages was like a warm current, tightly surrounding Yang Hao, and also passed through the dying Situ Hui and Long You in the woods.  "The long sword is in hand!" Yang Hao shouted, just like his predecessors.  "Drink!" Long Youjun responded, "Drink!!!" Wu Yi also saw the ring on Yang Hao's hand. Of course he knew what the ring meant and whose hand it should be.  "Are you the leader of Qianlong Pavilion now?" Wu Yi roared, "Is the inheritance of Qianlong Pavilion yours?"  Kneeling on the ground in tears.  They were abandoned children, and no one would come to rescue them, but now, Yang Hao dared to get here with just a few people.  The spirit of Qianlong, that immortal spirit, finally has its inheritance again.  Qing Li's desire to fight was completely aroused. He waved his long sword and responded to Yang Hao in the sky: "Drink! Drink!!!" The entire Longyou Army stood up, although they were covered with bruises and were already injured.  They were dying, but even with only one leg, they allowed them to support their dignity.  "The long sword is still in my hand!!" "Drink!!" "The long sword is still in my hand!!" "Drink!!" "The long sword is still in my hand!!" "Drink!!" Following Yang Hao and Long  There were shouts and shouts among the Youjun army, and the faces of the elders turned gloomy. They couldn't figure out who was the dead soldier in the encirclement, and who was the loser.  The Longyou Legion has been supported for a long time by the full blow of the elders. Their mission should have been completed long ago. They have fallen into a dead end.  If Situ Jie hadn't held on for the last time, those people would have died long ago.  But now, this defeated army has revived. They stand like warriors again, clenching their fists and waving in the air. Their long swords, stained with blood, are unsheathed again.  They are immortal.  These people are not real hidden dragons, but they are still immortal.  "Yang Hao!" Wu Yi's anger was reflected on his robe, "I will make you regret being born." Before he could say the second sentence, Yang Hao's long arrow had already shot through the air.  come out.
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