Gu Han was a little confused.
He had clearly seen the old blind man's sword.
"That sword."
Chongming laments.
"That girl from Feiyu took a piece of exotic gold from the ancient holy path of Xuanji, searched for skilled craftsmen and formation masters, and spent hundreds of years building it."
A Xuanji saint with peerless beauty.
A Xuantian sword head, rich and handsome.
A perfect match made in heaven and earth.
Although the Xuanji Ancient Road is a super ancient force, it is still much weaker than the extremely prosperous Xuantian Sword Sect. The two fell in love, and both parties were very happy. As for the ancient rule that the Xuanji Saint must not be involved in love...
But they were automatically ignored by those from the Ancient Saint Path.
"Rules are dead, people are alive."
These are the original words of the ancient Holy Lord Xuanji.
Gu Han was a little surprised.
"This Holy Lord is quite enlightened."
"Of course it's open-minded."
Chongming curled his lips.
"The previous sword masters of the Xuantian Sword Sect pointed their swords at each other at the same time. Everyone would be open-minded!"
Gu Han...
"Chicken Lord."
He was a little curious.
"What's the name of the old man's sword?"
"..."
Chongming was silent for a moment.
"Red dust."
The flying rain clouds in the red dust are born from the sword.
With the breeze as my companion and the bright moon as my companion, I travel through the world of mortals.
This was the agreement between the two of them back then.
At this moment.
The atmosphere became a little heavy, and even the fat man stopped laughing and joking.
Chongming didn't say anything.
But they know it very well.
This love begins with perfection, but is destined to end in misery.
"The two of them."
Chongming spoke again, his tone a little low, "We have been together for a long time, and we can no longer let go of each other. We simply set a wedding date, but just on the eve of the wedding... those damn gods are here!"
"How it came about, no one knows."
"Where it came from, no one knows."
"The purpose of his coming here seems to be just to destroy the Xuantian Sword Sect."
Gu Han was silent.
He had a vague feeling that the behavior of these protoss seemed a little different from what he saw in Xuandan Camp.
"Chicken Lord."
The fat man seemed to have thought of something.
"The one in the God-killing Formation was from back then..."
"It's not just him."
"not only?"
"Boy."
Chongming didn't answer and glanced at Gu Han.
"Is the sword intention Xiaoyun gave you strong?"
"Very strong!"
"Then do you know how strong he was at his peak? At that time, his cultivation had reached its peak, far surpassing the other eight sword leaders. He was truly the number one person in the Xuantian Domain. If he was given more time,
Maybe...he can successfully take that step! It's a pity..."
A trace of regret flashed in its eyes.
"There were not one but six gods who came that year, and the one in the God-killing Formation was just the weakest!"
Six!
Gu Han's heart suddenly shook.
The higher the cultivation level.
The deeper he feels.
He thought to himself that even if his cultivation at this time reached the extraordinary realm, he still had no ability to resist the arm in the God-killing Formation.
Such existence.
Just the weakest one?
What strength should the five stronger ones have?
"them……"
"Dead, all dead."
Chongming looked sad.
"In that battle, except for Xiaoyun, the previous sword masters, sect masters, and ordinary disciples... a total of one hundred and thirty-seven people died in the battle! No one was timid, no one retreated, and no one
Afraid of death! At the cost of everyone’s lives, I successfully killed a god!”
"The rest..."
"Xiaoyun killed him."
Chongming sighed.
"In fact, when those gods first arrived, if Xiaoyun wanted to leave, no one could stop him..."
In a trance.
It seems to have seen that scene again...
…
Within silence.
A majestic figure stood with a sword in hand. Even though the sword in his hand was full of cracks and the white clothes on his body were stained red by blood, he still protected the remaining dozen disciples behind him.
"Are you stupid?"
not far away.
A big rooster's eyes are full of sadness.
"Why don't you go!"
brush!
brush!
To be continued...