"Damn, this guy's sword is so fast......"

Xin An sat on a stone chair at the edge of the cave, and he looked at a video displayed on his phone and said with some surprise.

In the video, a young man defeats his opponent with a blistering sword speed.

He held a glass of what looked like orange juice, and of course there were some other magic spices added to it.

However, he quickly shook his head:

"But it only makes me feel like I'm ...... fast"

Xin An had seen Yin Zhong's sword, and he knew what the sword speed beyond the limits of mortal things really looked like in his eyes:

It is a realm that is completely unobservable with the naked eye, and even just gazing is enough to make one feel the oppression from the depths of the soul!

The guy in the video is really fast, but that's about it......

Shan Wei, an elite girl floating behind Xin An, nodded in approval.

She took a sip of the spirit drink that Xin An had made for her, and her face was full of happiness.

The snake next to him was a little dissatisfied with the noisy sound made by Xin An's mobile phone, but considering that this guy's magic cooking skills were constantly improving, Ba didn't bother to pay attention to him.

And at this time, Yin Zhong, who had just come out of the comprehensive network, was ready to come over and get something to eat.

At this time, the footage of the video in Xin'an's mobile phone was focused on the face of a young man, who looked high-spirited, full of a certain vigor and pride.

He raised the sword in his hand, and then said to the camera:

"Juggernaut? No, I don't want those titles that should be precipitated in history, I am the Sword King! ”

"No. 1 in the world of swordsmanship? No, I don't think I am, but is there anyone else now? ”

"Poof......

Xin An squirted out a mouthful of orange juice, he looked at the guy in the phone with a confused face, and then glanced at Yin Zhong, who was expressionless, and silently lit a candle for this guy in his heart......

And the spirit ghost girl Shan Wei silently condensed a ...... directly in the air may have something to do with the fact that she was reading sand caricatures recently......

Yin Zhong's footsteps did not stop, and he walked directly into the cave.

"Prepare me some food, I'll be out for a while."

"Where to go? Big brother? ”

Xin An got up from the ground and asked expectantly.

"To define what is ...... swordsmanship"

Yin Zhong looked back at Xin An, and then said lightly:

"Since we have received the favor of our master, we should exalt his name, and we should not dishonor his name......

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Machii sits cross-legged in the meditation room with a sword attached to his knee.

It was the weapon that made him famous, and he gave the world a new definition of swordsmanship.

The decayed, discarded, and legendary swordsmanship is gone, leaving behind a new, storied swordsmanship imbued with some kind of legend.

Or rather, the man with the sword.

Because at that time, apart from him, there were few swordsmen like him.

Of course, at that time, he was already known as the Juggernaut.

But Machii always knew that he wasn't really a sword master......

And yesterday's defeat by that young man was also expected.

Maybe he started to be a little strange.

It's no longer the boy who is obsessed with Juhe, he's lost in something.

Can swordsmanship really coexist with fame and fortune?

Or does it stop there?

Machii used to be confused, confused, confused......

And now, feeling the sword on his knees and savoring yesterday's fiasco, Machii seems to understand a little.

He looked at the huge sword words on the wall in front of him, and he realized:

What is the ultimate in swordsmanship?

Be...... There is no extreme!

Iai!

The sharp sword light streaked bright marks in front of his eyes!

But at this moment, there was no revenge in his eyes, nor the joy of breakthrough, only a calm in his eyes.

Because, the path of the sword is there......

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"Sword Monarch?!"

Looking at the video sent by Uncle Bo, Tong Chuan's face was a little unpleasant.

He didn't care what was the best in the world, after all, he had a wife now.

However, for a person who has been defined as a "Sword King" since he was a child, it is obvious that this guy's behavior makes him a little annoyed.

In a sense, this guy is denying his past.

After all, in Tong Chuan's opinion, if the definition of Sword Monarch is like this, then wouldn't he become a laughing stock?

"What's wrong? The face is so ugly? ”

Tong Chuan looked back at his wife, his face returned to calm, and then showed her the phone:

"This guy is trying to steal my vest."

Whether for the transcendent or the ordinary, the fact that the vest is robbed always makes people feel subtlely unhappy.

And this unhappiness will become more intense with the increase in the definition of the vest.

Just like Tong Chuan at this moment, he had the urge to slash the other party with a sword.

"You want to go to him?"

Madame looked at the video, she looked at Tong Chuan and said.

She didn't say any more words, but the gloom on her face illustrated her concern.

In her opinion, the guy's sword is indeed fast.

The sword, intertwined like silver light, is full of some kind of breathtaking power.

Of course, she knew that Tong Chuan would definitely defeat him, but she was still worried that Tong Chuan would get hurt.

But in the end, Madame didn't say anything more, and she understood what it meant to Tong Chuan.

She won't be an obstacle in his path......

"Don't worry, he won't let me have an extra sword."

Tong Chuan hugged his wife and said.

His heart was filled with a certain tenderness and murderous intent, cold and warm seemed contradictory, but they coexisted peacefully.

Because they all stem from an emotion, and that is his love for her......

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"Sakura Sword Saint Generational?"

Chen Guapi scratched his head, he was pondering a question:

"There is still a Juggernaut in Japan these days?"

Chen Guapi shook his head, and then he closed the post awkwardly with his mind.

For him, there was nothing at all about this post that interested him.

In another post, he was more interested in the progress of the update to a story post about a player and an indigenous halfling girl.

After clicking in and finding that there was no update, Chen Guapi posted a sentence of "short and weak" in the post, and continued to look at the speeches of the sand sculpture players.

"169L (Eating Fish): I have a question: why are those posts on how to exterminate goblins and low-level demons not as popular as this one, so can we draw a conclusion: men are all ......"

"170 (Little Redeemer): God bless me, give me a whole one!"

"171 (only serve co-workers): I always feel that the upstairs is not a flower planter, but the taste of the translation is strange ......"

"171L (Crazy Vic): So what's going on with that halfling girl now!"

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Chen Guapi shook it, he didn't have any special feelings for the halfling girl.

Of course, this doesn't affect him from chasing story posts......