MTL - The Venerable Swordsman - Chapter 17 : Big sword repair!

In the steampunk world, races are mixed, and all spirits coexist. This is a different world that worships Iron Armored City!

The smelting furnace provides kinetic energy, heavy weapons protect dignity, and armor is the strongest protection. Every mobile ‘Iron Armored City’ is an independent force.

Every ‘Iron Armored City’ is a hunter driving in the wasteland, and likewise, all Iron Armored Cities are prey in the eyes of the stronger!

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The World Tower has unimaginable wealth and treasures. Once a week, as long as you rush high enough, you can surpass ordinary people and enjoy a brilliant and glorious life.

A thousand floors are capped, and some people say that reaching the thousand floors can get the wealth of the whole world; some people say that above the thousand floors is a beautiful new world or even heaven; some people say that they can obtain the power of gods;

Unfortunately, no one has reached the summit for thousands of years.

The strongest team in the world rushed to the 929th floor, which was unprecedented, and was still destroyed.

Wang Wen survived.

Time went back to twenty years ago.

Reborn with all the emotions and experiences, the lush Wang Wen in front of the World Tower is calm and determined.

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The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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The world experienced a cataclysmic change, and countless spatial gateways appeared out of thin air.