Chapter 377: Commenting on the third Sword Immortal, slaughtering the banished immortal, sealing the Heavenly Gate!

Su Chen's voice had already fallen, but everyone in the lobby was silent for a long time.

Everyone was immersed in that infinite shock.

Two sword formations, completed in one go.

A hundred years of spirit, spat out in three breaths!

In Su Chen's narration, a desolate Jubei City scroll seemed to unfold before everyone's eyes.

Yellow sand filled the sky, wind rolled up the clouds.

Inside the city wall, there were countless Central Plains people, women, children, the old and the young.

Outside the city wall, there were hundreds of thousands of Northern Mang troops, sharpening their weapons and horses, full of murderous aura.

A group of Central Plains Martial Dao Masters gathered here; they were the last hope for the people in the city.

They could retreat, they could flee thousands of miles away.

But the people in the city could not retreat, they could only wait for death!

For the sake of the people who could not retreat, these Martial Dao Masters could not give up even an inch, even though they could have retreated.

Everyone seemed to see the white-haired Sui Xiegu standing outside Jubei City, facing hundreds of thousands of Northern Mang troops.

He smiled, calm and composed, his loud voice ringing in the void.

The pillar of the middle stream, rising in the middle of the river, rolling floods, vast and long spring!

He opened his mouth wide, and the long swords in the city flew into the air, forming a cold-glinting sword formation under his aura.

The Northern Mang cavalry saw this scene and trembled, howling and coming, wanting to wipe out Sui Xiegu in one fell swoop.

But Sui Xiegu was not afraid, and took another deep breath.

The long swords inserted obliquely on the ground broke through the soil, standing horizontally in the air, like thousands of cold-glinting crossbows.

Then, Sui Xiegu took a third breath.

That tall and burly body actually bloomed with infinite white light, as blazing as the scorching sun.

The astonishing sword intent hidden in his abdomen all surged out, merging into the two sword formations, injecting a soul into every sword.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Outside Jubei City, the sound of killing pierced the ears.

Two terrifying sword formations, driven by Sui Xiegu, shot out.

Yellow sand rushed into the sky, and fifty thousand Northern Mang elite cavalry were completely wiped out.

On the Jubei City wall, it seemed that the sound of drums was ringing, it seemed that there were bursts of roars, it seemed that countless people were shouting...

The old man who had exchanged an arm with the Spring and Autumn Sword Armor Li Chungang passed away with a smile.

The scene before them shattered, and lines of tears couldn't help but burst out of their eyes.

After a brief silence, astonishing discussions erupted in the lobby:

"What a Sword-Eating Old Ancestor, actually exhausting the last trace of sword intent to protect the Central Plains people!"

"Is this the Snowy World Jianghu? This is my first time listening to a book on the spot, it's really shocking."

"I didn't expect Sui Xiegu to be so fierce, having fought with the three great Sword Immortals of the Spring and Autumn, and even exchanged an arm with Li Chungang!"

"The ultimate battle of Jubei City, what kind of tragic battle was it that made a Land Immortal have to sacrifice his life?"

"Eight thousand broken swords on the ground, it can be seen that a very tragic battle had already broken out before this."

"Old Ancestor Sui is really a true man, a hundred years of sword intent, spat out in three breaths, just to protect the people of one side, I admire him!"

"Mr. Su, can you comment on the Jubei City battle for us? I feel this battle must be very exciting."

The third private room in the East District.

Afei slapped the table and exclaimed: "Good! What a Sword-Eating Old Ancestor, I admire him!"

Li Xunhuan poured a glass of wine, his eyes confused, as if he was still immersed in the artistic conception of the Jubei City battle.

"Two sword formations, completed in one go."

"A hundred years of spirit, spat out in three breaths."

Such a heroic Sword Immortal moved his heart extremely; this is the Jianghu he yearns for!

No deceit, no intrigue, only quick revenge, even if he dies, he has no regrets.

The first private room in the South District.

Feng Qingyang felt his breathing stop.

The Sword-Eating Ancestor Sui Xiegu's final desperate strike deeply shocked him.

Eating swords for a hundred years, exhausted in one morning, only by losing can one gain...

Suddenly, he felt that he seemed to have realized something, his right hand couldn't help but grip his sword tightly, and sword moves evolved in his mind.

Dugu Nine Swords, breaking all methods, focusing on intent rather than moves.

Before, he had always been unable to understand what this intent was, but at this moment, he had some realization. ===== CHAPTER 379 =====