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The second day, the day that the Sword City opened.

The Sword City that had been prepared for a long time actually had its divine sword stolen the day before it was opened. Feeling helpless, the city had no choice but to "appear" before the world and place its divine weapons in the list for the martial arts world to fight for their swords.

The various powers secretly made use of the day of the sword to increase their own power.

Xiao Feng had already arrived at the Sword City, and today was the day of the sword competition. Xiao Feng had seen everything that happened in the tavern along the way, and Xiao Feng was not here to seize the sword, so what did all of this have to do with him? Xiao Feng's goal was very clear, and it was just to kill a person, but Xiao Feng did not know that even though he had opened his sword early, many of the hidden experts had already arrived at the Sword City, so he had a great relationship with him.

It was already noon, and the opening of the sword had officially begun.

The sword city was filled with spectators.

Above the plaza of the Sword City, there was a huge platform. In the center of the platform, there was an incense stand. On top of the incense stand was the sword of the Sword City's reverend master — The Sword City had appeared.

A broken sword was born. The hilt of the broken sword was stuck in the incense burner.

There were eight pieces of red silk connected to the incense burner.

The opening of the sword was giving it to the martial arts world. In order to seize the sword, one naturally had to have strength. Every time one opened the sword, one had to maintain a eighteen win streak on the arena.

The sword lord spoke out to the spectators, "Today is the day the Sword City opens. The rules are as before. Anyone who can remain in the arena and maintain a winning streak of eighteen would be able to obtain this sword."

At this time, in front of all the heroes of the world, the Old City Lord walked shakily from the back of the stage to the stage.

In an instant, the noisy public square quietened down. This was a sign of respect towards an old man as well as a curtain call against an era. The old mayor had done so much for the martial arts world.

The Old City Lord walked to the center of the platform and slowly said, "Today is the opening of the sword. The original divine sword was stolen before it was even officially named. Now, I can only take out the secret technique that has been hidden in the Sword Pavilion for many years. I have no other choice.

At this moment, a voice came from the ground, "Old City Lord, don't be sad. The divine sword was originally forged by an expert, and I heard that the person who stole it was a peerless expert. That divine sword is not in vain."

The Old City Lord said, "Thank you, heroes. I originally wanted to sacrifice my life for the sword and then officially leave the martial arts world, but now, I have no sword to sacrifice. I don't want to be a wanderer in the martial arts world again, and today is the day to open my sword, and also the day for me to withdraw from the martial arts world. This sword has been in the sword city for a long time. I will keep my promise and use my blood as a sacrifice for the sword. "

Applause rang out from the audience. The Old City Lord was indeed someone who had done many things for the martial arts world. Now that he had withdrawn, the legendary figures were no longer present in the martial arts world. This caused many in the audience to feel a sense of regret.

The Old City Lord slowly walked in front of the "Emergence" as he pulled out a dagger from his waist. The sharp edge of the dagger gleamed in the sunlight as he waited for the Old City's main wound to draw out the blood.

At this moment, a person suddenly walked up from below the stage.

Old City took the initiative to pause for a moment before saying, "Hero, it's not time to open your sword yet. Please take a break below the stage. Once the sequence has been completed, you can come up and seize your sword."

That person was dressed in green, but his face was as cold as ice. He looked straight at the Old City Lord, not saying a word.

The Old City Lord saw that he didn't say anything and slowly turned his head to look. He was incomparably shocked as he asked, "Who are you?"

That person slowly said, "Don't you know me?"

At this moment, the Old City Lord seemed to have seen a person he didn't want to see the most. His face was filled with disbelief as he used all his strength to ask, "Who exactly are you?"

At this time, the heroes in the audience saw an uninvited guest directly enter the arena, and their faces were filled with dissatisfaction. The entire martial arts world held incomparable respect for the old mayor, yet a nobody like you actually dared to ignore the existence of a world hero and directly step into the arena. This was a provocation towards the Sword City, and also a provocation towards the heroes of the world.

The audience started to clamor, "What are you? You dare to directly enter the stage, quickly get off! "

"That's right. Opening the sword is such a sacred matter. Don't miss the timing." Someone else shouted.

Some of them were even prepared to step on stage and drag this ungrateful man away.

The man didn't seem to care at all. His hair was already gray, his beard was sparse, and he didn't do anything, even something as simple as talking.

However, the Old City Lord's expression had already changed. It was as if he had seen the person in the world that he didn't want to see the most. No one knew who the person in front of him was.

All the heroes of the world were angry, but the Old City Lord was not angry. The Old City Lord seemed to have slowly recovered from his surprise as he said powerlessly, "You still can't let go of the matter that lasted for dozens of years. In the end, you still came out."

The old man in green finally spoke. "Actually, I shouldn't have come here."

The Old City Lord said, "Since you've come, then take a seat." The Old City Lord made an invitation.

The old man no longer refused and walked straight to the monastic chair in the center of the stage. The only armchair.

Many of the heroes were puzzled and shouted, "Who are you? who has the right to sit on top of a chair. "

The Old City Lord waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please do not blame me. This person has been my good friend for many years. They are not enemies, and he definitely has the qualifications to sit on this chair. Please be at ease everyone, we will continue the sword ceremony. "

With that, the Old City Lord cut the dagger into his skinny left arm. The blade would break upon contact.

Blood slowly flowed down the old city lord's arm. At this time, most of the people had also stopped their clamoring and discontent, and were carefully watching this scene. This was the end of an era. It was also the beginning of a new era.

The Old City Lord raised his arm and shouted, "Sacrifice!"

With that, his right foot fiercely stomped on the ground, causing a small footprint to appear on the ground. The Old City Lord rose up ten meters into the air, and this jump actually directly landed on top of "Rebirth". The Old City Lord sighed in his heart: "This sword was originally made by himself, but now it is no longer there." He sighed in his heart and started to turn his body upside down. He kept his head down and his feet up.

The Old City Lord was suspended above the word "Unborn." A drop of blood slowly flowed down from his arm, extending to his wrist, and his index finger …

The drop of blood finally separated from the Old City Lord's finger and fell to the ground.