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A few days later.

The sea of ​​clouds above the capital began to swirl, forming a spectacular and huge whirlpool, causing countless people to look up. The warriors could feel the surging fortune between heaven and earth.

Emperor Shuntian walked out of the imperial study, frowned and looked at the sky.

As an emperor, he was most sensitive to luck, and he clearly felt that someone was mobilizing the fortunes of the great boom.

That direction...

He looked at Long Qiguan. He first thought of Daozu, but he quickly rejected it. Daozu had no luck at all, and this aura was definitely not that of Daozu.

He suddenly thought of someone, and joy flashed in his eyes.

Could it be the Sword God?

He had always been coveting the Sword God, and felt that the Sword God's strength would be too much of a waste to sweep away the people in Long Qiguan, but the Sword God just refused to come down the mountain.

At the same time, a figure rose from the fairy mist in Longqi Mountain, it was the Sword God.

He sat cross-legged with a sword spread across his legs. He closed his eyes and his white hair fluttered in the wind. He flew into the whirlpool of the sea of ​​clouds, and surging luck poured into his body to help him temper his body.

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Above the ocean, an isolated island is dotted on the endless blue.

In a valley on the island.

A man in black was cutting branches by the creek. Next to him were densely packed wooden swords, of different lengths, but the swords had the same shape.

He suddenly felt something and suddenly looked up into the distance. He had a stern face, a sword pattern between his eyebrows, and long black and white hair.

"Such a powerful sword intent... Are you going to enter the Holy Martial Arts?"

The man in black murmured to himself, frowning.

Figures appeared out of thin air on both sides of the stream, half-kneeling to face him. They were all wearing purple clothes with sword patterns on them. The leader was an old man, who carried two swords on his back, one wide and one thin.

"Sword Master, there is another swordsman born in the world who has entered the holy martial arts. Do you need me to invite him?"

The old man with two swords asked in a deep voice, his face expressionless and his eyes sharp.

The man in black, who was called the Sword Master, looked into the distance and said, "Go ahead. The swordsmanship has declined, but it is rare for a holy swordsman to come out. We must invite him over."

"yes!"

The man with two swords disappeared, followed by the other swordsmen.

The sword master withdrew his gaze and continued to sharpen his sword, saying to himself: "That direction... is it the East China Sea or the Dragon Vein Continent..."

the other side.

The sword god stood proudly in the sky, his aura reaching its peak. His luck suddenly spread and swept across the sea of ​​clouds. Then countless sword shadows appeared suspended in the sky, covering the entire capital, making everyone in the city widen their eyes.

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