The story of Yanqing's sword dance.
During the major revision, the originally released chapters were locked and released after the revision.
After the battle on the Jingfeng Ship, Yanqing, who was covered in scars, fell into a strange battlefield for no reason.
After helping his new friends get rid of the so-called "master" who tormented them, Yanqing rationalized the situation and clarified three goals:
1. Cure all the dark fallen swords in this pill;
2. Take advantage of the opportunity of exchanging time and space converters so that he can find his way back to the fairy boat;
3. Recuperate and practice swordplay, and be in the best condition to attend the martial arts ceremony and defend the ring.
Well, perfect.
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They thought there was nothing they could do to escape.
Day after day, injury upon injury, what is not broken today will be broken tomorrow.
Darkness spreads within the Maru, and their masters find pleasure in torturing them, using their repeated pleas to demonstrate their power.
And that sword was as fast as lightning and as fast as a meteor. It stabbed at the man with unstoppable momentum, and the ice light flourished.
Then the glory faded and the flying sword returned to its sheath automatically. The young man held their seriously injured companion in his arms and glanced around coldly: "Run away."
They were grateful for their kindness and respected this person as their master, although the other party never agreed.
The owner they identified was unusual:
1.
"Master, leave it to us to go out into battle..."
"You guys haven't recovered from your injuries yet, but I'm already healed." He proudly patted his chest.
2.
"Master, your injury has not healed yet, so it would be unavoidable for us to fight each other now..."
"It's okay, I'll stand still."
Then six flying swords flew back and forth to sweep the entire place.
3.
"Master! Why do you spend so much money at once?"
"Oh, you kept complaining that your throat was dry while you were waiting, so I bought a Jingqu with refreshments. Are you happy?"
"... I just want you to pay attention to me."
"Huh?"
It's strange and warm.
"I'm still more accustomed to using my own sword."
When will you be willing to become our true master?
The young man was lying on the roof, humming to the wind and counting the clouds. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he sat up and took out the broken sword that never left his body:
"We have to go back quickly."
Intention: Sincerity for sincerity
