Jian Jiu knew that most of Zhao Wujiang's countless sword energy came from others as wedding clothes, such as Pei Jingcheng and many sword slaves in the sword tomb.
But he was still convinced, because a person could not cultivate as much sword energy as he wanted.
At least if it were him, he wouldn't be able to withstand the erosion of so much sword energy day and night.
Zhao Wujiang can withstand so much sword energy, which is enough to show that Zhao Wujiang is above him in terms of talent in swordsmanship.
"The sword master has sent you here. Besides sending you sword energy, what else does he want you to do?"
The invisible wind howled as Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, lifting the body of the person coming from the Sword Tomb.
"Guard the Eastern Territory." Jian Jiu said with a thoughtful look on his face:
“Many powerful men from the Sword Tomb have rushed to the defensive fortresses along the eastern coastline to assist the eastern garrison of Great Xia in their operations.
There are two groups of strong men, one heading to Jubei City in the north and the other to Tiannanguan in the south. "
The sword master had already anticipated the upcoming war? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed in his heart, but there were not many surprises. How could such a top expert not have a plan?
It's just unclear whether there is any deal between the sword master and the divine fortune teller, and what common purpose do they have?
Zhao Wujiang expected that Dongsheng City would have strong men to help defend the city, but he still did not expect that throughout the Great Xia War, people from the Sword Tomb would participate in the defense.
In the hearts of the former Jianghu people, the Sword Tomb was the place where those strong men who could not survive in the Jianghu were living together. Everyone inside had their own story and were all unparalleled in strength.
And the sword master who can take charge of one side is even more impressive.
The Sword Tomb is a holy place in the hearts of those who practice swordsmanship. It is a place where people don't care much about the affairs of the world.
But now no one may have expected that the originally chivalrous Jianghu would lose its chivalry because so many strong men would come forward to block reinforcements from their own people.
On the contrary, Jianzhong, who had always ignored the world, sent so many strong men to resist the invasion of foreign enemies and show their righteousness.
The far-reaching plan of the sword master is evident.
Chen Weimin, the governor of Dongsheng City, froze in a corner of the tower, a little shocked and a little numb as he looked away from Zhao Wujiang and these powerful people in the world.
He never imagined that Zhao Wujiang, a well-known civil servant in Kyoto, with unexpectedly high martial arts skills, was actually the Taoist disciple of Sword Tomb, one of the most sacred places in the world!
Zhao Wujiang is simply amazing and talented. Looking at the history of Daxia, there is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
From Zhao Wujiang's conversation with the people at the Sword Tomb, he learned that the sword master actually sent so many strong men to reinforce the border, which shows how awe-inspiring and righteous he was.
Chen Weimin breathed a sigh of relief, and was so weak that he slumped down against the wall. His worries were finally completely let go.
He no longer had to worry about the other eastern border cities failing to receive reinforcements and quickly being defeated, causing the people to be displaced, flee in all directions, or die tragically under the swords, arrows and iron hoofs of the Japanese.
Zhao Wujiang nodded gently.
The sword energy on the tower was surging like the scorching sun melting snow, almost boiling, and there was a trembling sound in the air.
After Jian Jiu finished answering Zhao Wujiang's words, he raised his hand and made a move. Dozens and hundreds of strong men from the Sword Tomb behind him all used their sword skills to guide the sword energy in their bodies.
Each sword energy was extraordinary, some were as thick as a long dragon, and some were as vast as a sea of clouds, running towards Zhao Wujiang.
Zhao Wujiang's body of three feet turned into a vortex of sword energy. The sword energy surged into his body overwhelmingly, filling his limbs and hundreds of bones and more than a hundred apertures.
Facing the initiation of the sea of sword energy, Zhao Wujiang's clothes squeaked, but his posture remained tall and straight, without moving a muscle. His eyes became deeper and deeper, but there was no wave.
Above the dark sky, the stacked dark clouds seemed to be attracted. The sea of clouds rolled, and wisps of clouds and mist were sucked away by Zhao Wujiang out of control.
In an instant, the Dongsheng City tower seemed to be connected to the sky, with thunder and lightning.
