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Part 1: Aragami Chapter 70: Repair my fighting sword and share the same robe with my son [1]

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    Pure text online reading. The domain name of this website is <foncolor=red>. Please visit for synchronized reading on mobile phones. The sky is rolling strangely, and there is a bright sword light that divides the sky into two halves. One half is the familiar scorching blue sky, and the other half is disgusting but like  A darkness that never dissipates like a dark cloud.  The whole world has been divided into two halves for some time. Xinghe stood on the Excalibur Mountain under the scorching sun and clear sky. He looked up at the sky and watched the dark clouds that were as ferocious as devil's palms rolling and stirring through the torrential sword light.  He couldn't help but spit.  Suddenly, Xinghe's eyes flashed, and he saw a wisp of black energy passing through the sword light, twisting, and disappearing. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted repeatedly, "Not good. Another demonic energy broke through the seal of the Future Sword and invaded Wan."  Realm. Go and notify the Lord of the Cottage immediately!¡± With a shout, the entire Shenjian Mountain immediately rang with bells, and many figures flew up, rushing towards the Sword Cottage on the top of the Shenjian Mountain.  There is the secret place of Shenjian Mountain. There is a big sword that looks like a stone sculpture. It is shrouded by a thatched cottage and is protected from wind and rain. That is the Sword House.  There was a person in the sword house, a white-haired old man, wearing a plain white robe, kneeling quietly in front of the sword. There was an incense burner rising in front of him, and three pillars of incense were lit in the burner.  In front of the incense burner, under the big sword, there is a portrait, which is lifelike. It is the master of the sword house.  The master of Jianlu was named Hong, and his name was Yi.  Thirty years ago, Hongren Yi came with a sword. One sword suppressed the darkness, and one sword protected the heavens. In the future, the sword will rise in full force, spreading endless sword energy. Wherever the sword light passes, it will be his hometown.  It can be said that Hong Renyi rose up with one sword and turned the tide when the world was at its most desperate, when the world was about to be destroyed by the evil demon.  Although everyone knew that what Hong Renyi relied on was not his own strength, but the sword of the future that still stretched across the void at this moment, blocking the progress of the wild demon and becoming the only hope for all the worlds.  But this does not hinder Hong Renyi's lofty status on Shenjian Mountain.  Even if he has been dead for twenty years.  The Future Sword is very strong, but the Desolate Demon is even stronger, even with Hong Renyi's cultivation level.  It can only support the future sword to seal off the invasion of the dark abyss for ten years, and then it will run out of oil and die.  Fortunately, in the end.  There is no shortage of people with lofty ideals among all sentient beings in the world. It was fine if there was no hope before. Now that there is hope for the Mirai Sword, no one is willing to give it up.  So twenty years ago, when Hong Renyi ran out of oil and died in order to activate the Future Sword, a strong man named Xingchen stood up and dedicated himself to the sword.  He once again blocked the wild demon for ten years.  "It's just that everyone doesn't particularly respect Xingchen, because that man is not as pure as Hong Renyi. The reason why he stood up was not for the sake of all sentient beings, but just to protect his wife.  Compared with the greatness of Hong Renyi, Xingchen seems much narrower and selfish. Even though he has protected all the worlds for ten years, everyone puts the credit on the future sword, not Xingchen, because he is not dead.  I don¡¯t know when things started to become ridiculous. Only the dead are called heroes.  Those who are not dead are just ordinary people after all.  Ten years ago, when the third generation of sword hut masters rose to prominence, Xingchen did not hesitate to shed his identity as the sword hut master.  Take your wife away.  "This selfish man." Xinghe couldn't help but clenched his fists. Compared to others, he could not accept Xingchen's behavior because he was Xingchen's son.  "It's a pity that this identity did not bring much glory to Xinghe. Instead, ten years ago Xingchen ran away regardless of everything and forcibly passed on the position of Lord of Lu to the third generation, which almost caused the future sword god's power to be unstable and the sword light to collapse.  After letting the wild demon invade in, Xinghe felt a little ashamed.  That time.  Although in the end, with the blessing of the third generation sword house master, Future Sword still maintained the sword's light.  The Desolate Demon did not succeed in breaking through, but the leaked demonic energy still caused a terrible catastrophe in all the worlds.  So Xinghe is extremely eager to make up for this mistake and make up for the mistakes Xingchen made.  So when Xingchen left, Xinghe stayed. He had only one goal, and that was to become the next generation of sword furnace masters, and spend the rest of his life making up for that mistake.  Thinking of this, Xinghe couldn't help but quicken his pace and headed towards Jian Hu. He wanted to ask the third generation master of the house for orders to go down the mountain to kill the demonic energy.  The third-generation hut master quietly looked at the big sword that looked like a stone sculpture in front of him. He knew that this sword of the future not only existed here, but also existed in the sky, and also existed in everyone's heart.  Thirty years and the dedication of three generations are enough to make Future Sword the hope in everyone¡¯s heart.  Only in this way, with all people united and united, can all the worlds in the world use a sword to stop the incredible wild demon.  Thinking of this, the third-generation hut master knew that it was time for him to make a decision. Ten years later, using his own power to activate the sword of the future and isolate the dark abyss was the third generation.As the leader of all the worlds, Dai Luzhu was also somewhat powerless and found it difficult to persevere.  He knew that if there were no accidents, he would probably die like the first-generation hut master Hong Renyi, who would run out of oil and exhausted all his efforts.  So now it's time to start choosing the next generation of house owners.  "It's just that he wants to hold on for a while longer, so that the next generation of hut masters can have more time to grow up, and a little more time.  But for three consecutive days, a lot of demonic energy broke through the blockade of the Future Sword and descended on all the worlds. The third-generation Lord of the House knew that he really couldn't hold on for too long.  Thinking of this, the third-generation hut owner covered his mouth and coughed violently. He looked at his palms blankly. The palms were dazzling red, which made people feel at ease.  The third-generation hut master smiled bitterly. If it had been before the Desolate Demon came out, he would have been in his prime and had a bright future. But now he has only been serving the sword for ten years, and he is already old and withered like a rotten tree.  .  Shaking his head, the third-generation hut master gathered his emotions, turned around, and saw that there were already people standing outside the Jian hut. With his eyes scanning, he could easily recognize every face and call out each of their names.  , but the third-generation Lord of the Lodge did not speak, and just sighed. He knew that the next generation of Lord of the Lodge would be selected from these people, and he did not know who would succeed him in this seemingly glorious, but actually near-death position.  If possible, the third-generation house owner would not choose anyone, but he knew that he really did not have time, so even if he did not want to, the third-generation house owner could only sigh and say in a dry voice: "The demonic energy invades, and the devil comes to the world.  . Come down the mountain. Whoever kills the most demons in a year will take over the position of the Lord of the Lodge." Everyone outside the Jian Lodge suddenly became commotion and looked at the third generation of the Lodge.  They all felt a little sad. They knew that the third generation of the Lord of the Lodge would not pass on the title of Lord of the Lodge until the oil was exhausted.  Now that they are only given one year, it is conceivable that the final day of the third generation of the Lord may be within one or two years. Thinking of this, many people of the same generation as the third generation of the Lord feel a little sad.  I think back then, the third generation of the Lord of the House was proud of the contemporary generation and their peers were the lords. But now it has only been ten years. After only ten years of taking over the position of the Lord of the House, the third generation of the Lord of the House has already reached the end of his life. This feeling makes those of his peers  How can one be so unworthy of human kindness?  But no one said any words of comfort. They just bowed gently to the third generation of the Lord. This bow was for the righteousness of the third generation of the Lord, for the responsibility of the third generation of the Lord, and for the third generation of the Lord.  The sacrifice of the Lord.  As long as the demon is immortal, such sacrifices may be endless, but so what.  At least compared to thirty years ago, with the Future Sword, they have hope and a future. Even if there are countless sacrifices, they are still willing to do so.  Thinking of this, everyone's eyes became firm. Thirty years ago, Hong Renyi used his own sacrifice to cut off the darkness with a sword from the west, allowing all living beings in the world to have hope and a future. This war was doomed.  , will be an era of countless sacrifices and contributions.  Xinghe slowly clenched his fists. He thought that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon. This made him a little sad, and he hated Xingchen's inaction even more.  Among the three generations of Sword House Masters, Xingchen's cultivation level was originally the strongest. With the endless resources provided by all the heavens and worlds, Xingchen could have lasted longer. Maybe there was no need for the sacrifice of the three generations of Sword House Masters at all. With the power of Xingchen  You can hold on until the end, until the gods break the seal, descend to the heavens, and slay the wild demons. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.  Even if Xingchen was very good to his mother and very good to him, so what.  When the country is in crisis and justice is about to die, how can the love between children last forever?  Xinghe¡¯s eyes flickered, and he made up his mind. No matter what, he would do his best this year to become the next generation¡¯s master of the Sword House, not for glory, but to make up for the mistakes Xingchen had made.  With this idea in mind, Xinghe bowed to the third-generation hut master, turned around and walked down the mountain. He was not willing to delay for a moment. He wanted to go down the mountain immediately, find the devil's energy, find the devil, and kill him.  Xinghe's steps were fast, and he shrunk down to an inch. In just three or two steps, he descended from the Divine Sword Mountain. Looking up, the sword light across the sky seemed to have become dimmer, which made the dark demonic energy outside the sword light become more and more arrogant.  He stood up, roaring like a demon, hitting the sword light blockade of the Future Sword again and again.  The darkness was so terrifying and ferocious that it made the other half of the scorching blue sky darken. The warm sunlight falling on the body was actually a bit cold, so cold that it chilled Xinghe's heart involuntarily, and he looked back.  , on the Shenjian Mountain, the three generations of hut masters stood on the top of the mountain, as weak as the wind, which was heartbreaking.  Xinghe took a deep breath and said no more?, walking forward, a neat war song sounded behind him, "Repair my sword, and I will wear the same clothes as you!" ps: The network is still disconnected, I hate telecommunications!  I still finished coding together, so I came to the Internet cafe to update. I updated the two chapters together, which is an apology for not updating on time!  Also, it¡¯s the beginning of the month, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket!  (To be continued)
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