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Looking at Sauron approaching him, Yan Ji's past experiences flashed through his mind.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he was often regarded as a weirdo by his peers because he liked sword dancing and was isolated.

Fortunately, he is not alone, he also has a sister named Yan Xue.

With Yan Xue by his side, he didn't care about the criticism from his peers.

His outstanding swordsmanship talent naturally attracted the attention of his parents.

As the Yan family that has been passed down for a long time, their room actually has treasures passed down from their ancestors.

A pair of divine swords.

Frost is sad, fire is happy.

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Drifting ice and blazing fire.

Two divine swords, one red and one blue, were passed on to him and his sister Yan Xue respectively.

The peaceful days passed like this for a while, and the brother and sister gradually grew up.

However, although the Yan clan has been inherited for a long time, it has declined in recent years and has not produced a powerful monk for a long time.

The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.

The wealth accumulated by the family for many years naturally attracted the covetousness of evil people.

Just one day when the ordinary could no longer be ordinary, a disaster struck.

A group of masked bandits raided Yan's residence.

The sky-high flames and the clan members' wails constantly stimulated Yan Ji's nerves.

After hiding his sister, he held the Blazing Fire tightly and prepared to fight these bandits desperately.

When he opened the door, he saw his parents lying on the ground without breathing, and a gangster looking at him with a ferocious smile.

"Hey, there's still a dead remnant here."

Even after he became a monk, these words still haunted his mind like a nightmare.

However, when Yan Ji, who was still young at that time, saw this situation, his anger instantly controlled his actions.

He held the blazing fire and attacked the villain.

It's a pity that he, who has no cultivation skills, is no match for the other party. With just a face-to-face encounter, Blazing Fire was knocked to the ground.

He fell to the ground and couldn't help but close his eyes as he watched the bright sword stabbing him.

However, the expected pain did not come. Instead, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in front of him.

Opening his eyes, the scene in front of him made him sluggish.

It's Yanxue.

His sister blocked the sword for him.

Looking at his dead sister, the world in Yan Ji's eyes instantly fell into darkness.

He struggled to crawl to his sister's body and hugged her tremblingly into his arms.

".What a bullshit divine sword, it obviously can't protect anything!"

Hysterical roars rang out.

At this time, the villain looked at the brother and sister in front of him jokingly, not noticing the red and blue swords that were constantly shaking on the ground.

But when he was ready to end Yan Ji's life.

When Yan Ji regained his consciousness, he found himself standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, surrounded by the mutilated corpses of masked gangsters.

He looked blankly at the red and blue swords in his hands, not knowing what was happening.

A sudden feeling of collapse came and he fell into a pool of blood.

"Are you going to die?"

"That's fine."

Just when Yan Ji's consciousness gradually dissipated, a shrill sound broke through the sky, followed closely by a cry of anger mixed with shock: "Brother Yan!?"

When Yan Ji woke up again, he found that he was sleeping in a peaceful bedroom.

The lingering fragrance of sleep soothed his anxious mood.

The door was pushed open, and a young man he had never seen before walked in: "Are you awake?"

Yan Ji huddled in the corner of the bed warily.

Seeing this situation, the young man spoke about his identity with a complex expression.

It turned out that the young man's name was Lin Yifeng, and he was his father's friend. It turned out that he was asked by his father to take him to join the Shuiyue Sword Sect that day.

Unfortunately, it was a step too late. When he arrived, only Yan Ji was left alive in the Yan family.

After saying this, the young man left, telling Yan Ji when he was ready to rest and when he would call him again.

Yan Ji listened to everything in silence, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the red and blue swords that were sheathed and placed on the table.

He silently climbed up, took the swords into his arms, and shrank back to the corner of the bed.

"I'm the only one left"

Just when Yan Ji thought this, he felt as if he was being hugged from behind, cold but warm.

At the same time, a gentle female voice sounded in his ears: "Don't be afraid, brother, I will always be with you."

Since then, Yan Ji, the orphan of the Yan family, disappeared, leaving only the Shuiyue Sword Sect's children in the world.

[Crazy Sword·Yanji].

The memory ended here. Yan Ji took a deep breath and clenched the swords in his hands: "This time, I will not lose."

"Xiao Xue."

As he called softly, a cold palm covered his left hand: "I'm here, brother."

Looking at the blue tiger that was already close at hand, his eyes were cold and stern.

"Qiang!"

"Zizzizi"

The five weapons intersected instantly, and the sharp sword waves roared and tore apart the surrounding ground.

“The intensity has improved a lot”

After fighting for so long, Yan Ji could naturally notice that the weapon in Sauron's hand had changed dramatically from before.

If he could easily break those three weapons with the Ice and Fire Divine Sword before, he couldn't do it now.

And not only the weapons, as the green-haired swordsman's hands were gradually covered with the dark unknown substance, his power was also greatly strengthened.

"It's really difficult."

Yan Ji thought so, the two swords in his hands kept dancing.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

The sound of swords clashing sounded continuously in the field.

Zoro frowned slightly. He always felt that the young man with two swords on the opposite side had improved his strength a lot compared to before.

"Swish!"

A dazzling spark flashed, and the slashing wave instantly cut off a villa next to it.

Taking this opportunity, Zoro fell far back.

"Huh?"

However, he was stunned just after he stood still.

At this moment, in his eyes, Yan Ji only had the fiery red sword in his right hand, and as for the ice-blue sword.

It was held in the hands of a female figure floating behind him.

[Remnant Soul Guarding the Heart].

The green-haired swordsman raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "What kind of fruit is this?"

"Even Brook can't do this kind of thing."

Thinking of the skeleton who ate the Yellow Spring Fruit on the boat, Zoro was speechless for a while.

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If Brook could really do it, wouldn't he be able to summon all the crew members who died on his ship before?

Putting away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, the green-haired swordsman took a deep breath and rushed towards his opponent again.

Looking at the three swords coming in front of him again, Yan Ji's expression did not change, but he lowered his body and held the sword with his backhand to block Zoro's attack.

At the same time, the female figure holding the drifting ice behind him suddenly stabbed at Zoro.

Seeing this, Zoro put away his sword and took a step back, but did not move away: "You also count as a double sword flow?!"

"Three sword flow·tornado!"

The powerful sword pressure instantly formed a terrifying tornado airflow.

"Swish!"

The already messy ground was cut into pieces like tofu at this time.

Yan Ji was not careful for a moment, and several cuts were torn in his chest.

He stepped back quickly, but at this time a green-haired figure had broken through the tornado and stabbed towards him.

"Three Swords Style·Gyuki·Brave Claw!"

Zoro's eyes flashed with scarlet light, like an evil ghost.

Yan Ji's face darkened: "Flame Dance!"

The brilliant sword dance wrapped in red flames instantly illuminated the dark night sky.

The huge flame sword energy swept across the surroundings recklessly.

"Swish!"

Zoro's slashing wave only slightly blocked the flame sword energy, but it was enough for him to adjust his position.

He turned over and fell to the distance, ignoring the slowly flowing blood in his abdomen, and looked at the sword-wielding young man not far away with a serious face.

"Such a strong man."

In the world of One Piece, he is enough to become a top swordsman.

The movement of the two fighting at this time attracted the attention of the card makers present.

Sima Huai raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that the green-haired card could fight with his trump card to this extent.

You know, [Crazy Sword·Flame Silence] took him a lot of effort and a lot of red materials to make it.

"Tsk." Looking at Zoro with wounds all over his body, he sneered: "Even if he can block it once, what's the matter?"

In his opinion, Zoro's defeat is a foregone conclusion.

On the contrary, the battle on Tuhu's side is very bad.

Melee fighters have no means to break defense, and will only be killed by mages.

Fortunately, as long as Yan Ji can quickly resolve the battle, the final result will not change.

And what Sima Huai thinks is exactly what Zeng Bo thinks.

This thorn planted by the Qiling Society in the association, the director of the security office of the Donglaika Master Association, has been in a roller coaster mood in a short period of time.

He thought that Fulilian's solution to Nangong Ce was a good sign.

But the current situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and the balance of victory seems to be tilted towards Sima Huai again.

Glancing at the silent squid in the distance, he couldn't help but feel anxious: "Sir, won't you order a retreat?"

"Are we really going to fight to the death?"

In his opinion, this is completely unnecessary. After all, there is no conflict between the Qiling Society and the Association, and there is no benefit in fighting to the death with the Association.

It's a pity that he is a member of the Qiling Society. No matter how unreasonable the action is, as long as Russell doesn't give the order to retreat, he can't even run away.

And there is no possibility of reconciliation between Russell and Sima Huai. The two sides have already reached the point of fighting life and death.

At this time, Zoro, standing on the ruins, took a deep breath.

At the moment, his best choice is to wait for Fulilian to kill Tuhu and then support him.

But don't forget that this operation is an assassination mission.

Now, although it has not been half an hour since the action, it is enough for the Card Master Association of Donglai to start mobilizing card makers.

Maybe the Emerald Level can crush Donglai, but it is obvious that they are not at the Gold Level.

So.

There is not much time left for them.

"One strike."

"Defeat you!"

The green-haired swordsman's momentum gradually increased, and a scarlet light flashed in his eyes, as if Shura had descended to the world.

The next moment, he rushed towards Yan Ji like a cannonball.

"Nine mountains and eight seas are one world, and thousands of worlds are gathered to form a 'small world'."

Yan Ji was stunned: "Here it comes again"

Just like before, the strange three-sword swordsman on the opposite side must shout the name of the move every time he makes a move.

He couldn't figure out what the meaning of this was, and it was useless except for notifying the opponent.

There are only two types of people who do this, either they have a second-year disease, or they are absolutely confident in their own strength.

"This world is multiplied by three, and there is no self that is endless."

However, feeling Zoro's gradually rising momentum, Yan Ji gradually became serious.

He wondered if shouting the name of the move could really increase the power of the move?

And isn’t the name of this move a bit too long?

“The Secret of the Three Swords.”

“One Big·Three Thousand·The Great Thousand Worlds.”

At this moment, the faces of the card makers and cards belonging to the association suddenly changed.