Everyone knows that the long lamps do not know, and the eight of the eight villages can nourish the spirit sword with the power of the fame.
Even if it is my own sword, I have been held for a long time, and I am afraid that the possibility of rebellion is inevitable.
"Hunting!"
Hua Changman's eyes are slightly cold, and you reach out.
The ghost immediately broke free from the eight -handed hands and flew to the original owner.
"Hahaha!"
Eighth laughed, grabbing the hunting ghost tail, the sword flashed under the eyes, and watched the ghost sword body.
Oh!
Silver light is bright.
The ghost sword trembled, and the void couldn't help groaning, it was clearly comfortable.
"Brother Hua, don't be irritable."
"It's just borrowing, I'm not going to take your sword."
Eighth is no longer able to see whether it is sober or semi -drunk.
He did not take care of the dark and dark -hearted complexion of Huadong Lantern at all. After turning around, he looked around Ling Lake, and passed on the eight directions:
"Gu Kendao, the first sword ancestor, and now the sword ancestor reincarnation, only one of the twenty famous swords, scattered the Quartet."
"There was a rumor cloud, and the name of the sword was twenty -one, which could call out the inheritance of the sword ancestor, got the ancestral god of life, and the mysterious and mysterious."
"Is the ancient kendo mystery, whether it is true and false, or not, or not, I do n’t know if I know, but the sword ancestor knows, the name of the sword is twenty -one."
"Unfortunately, Shengnu Ji Sword Thirty Plant, slightly successful, may be able to verify one or two today."
"Brother Hua." Eighth said, looking back at the long lamp, "Give a face?"
Five domain watches were suddenly uproar.
Twenty -one integrated famous sword can bring out unknown miracles. Everyone knows this.
But can summon the inheritance of Jianzu, and even the ancestral life, the eight are not known at all.
Now everyone's appetite is hung up.
"Give it!"
"He said, just borrowing, not a sword."
"What are you afraid of Hua Changman? Eight Zhuzun wants you to give him, what are you afraid of, can you still be killed?"
"No, the famous sword twenty -one ... How can there be so many swords on the spot?"
There are also calm people, and the Gu Jianxiu, who was wearing a famous sword in detail, was killed, but there were about a dozen.
Where is the rest of the sword?
In the end, half of the sword can summon the inheritance of Jianzu, and the ancestral god of life?
"impossible!"
The long lanterns are firm in color and refer to a hook.
The ghost sword body collapsed the sword, recaptured the autonomy, rose up again, flew to the original owner, and was grasped by him.
borrow?
To put it lightly, who knows if you are not at ease?
However, the eight -dong was mad after being drunk, and when he saw his eyes narrowed, he lost his clever color on his face.
"Face, have given you."
Seeing a bit of its toes, the ripples of Linghu Lake are light.
In the past, the eight are in white, and they rose up, jumping to high altitude, and the momentum flew with both sleeves, Huo Ran broke the world.
"boom!"
Nine -day Lei Zhen, Jin Guangyan.
The magnificent potential, breaking the black and white color of the Ling Lake, the scenes of the sunrise and the sunrise, sprinkled into the black hair and white clothes in the void.
Eight junies are slightly raised, my eyes are loud, and loudly:
"Every sword is a servant."
"Everyone with a sword is the sword master."
As soon as this comes out, everyone's complexion changes, and Gou Wuyue is no exception.
Although the truth is the truth, Wanjian technique is based on this way, but after many years, in the era of spiritual spirit, the concept of sword owners and swordsmen has already faded.
Even if it is a practitioner of Wanjian, the sword is upholding the heart of respect.
More often, the sword holders and swords are intersecting with friends, and they grow side by side. In this way, they can raise their minds and tacit understanding.
Eight Zhuzun, drinking crazy, is this point?
"What do he want to do?"
"What is the eighth sword immortal? He is paranoid!"
"But after drinking a few pots, he had no sword in his eyes to this point? Should he be forced to win the ghost from the Holy Emperor? Can he do it?"
Not only Gu Jianxiu feels uncomfortable.
Many swords around the world moved, and they moved, buzzing, and wanted to attack.
Gu Qing's Yuelian, Gu Qinger's stunning demon girl, Su Qianqian's thousand soldiers demon ancestors, tears of the wrap of tears ...
People live with a sigh of relief, the Buddha competes with a fragrance, and the name is the sword.
What's more, in this world, the status of the famous sword is very high.
Even though the underlying facts are what Eight of the facts say, the sword holder is at least respect for the sword when the sword is used to make the sword.
The eight words are undoubtedly tore the scars of all famous swords!
"唳-"
He Jian listened to the dust, and was also angry and wanted to come out.
Feng Lianchen hurriedly held the famous sword in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at the eight of Jin Hui in the high altitude, and his face moved.
"Wan Sword ..."
He knew what Eight Zun was going to do.
It is forced to be powerful.
Perhaps the young people in this era have adapted to the equal respect and respect relationship between the sword, but the seven sword fairy in the last generation, but they all know ...
In the past, the eighth sword fairy, when he looked at the sword at a glance, the sword was solved, but it was not appalling!
The owner's relationship is difficult to establish in others, so it will gradually fade away and evolve into equal respect.
In this case, from the eight -lip out of the mouth, it was Jintou Yuyan, which made the Fa follow.
Sure enough, Bazhong's head was very good. After tearing the famous sword scars, the momentum no longer contained hidden, and he sang all the way.
"Xuanzhu dotted the twelve jade, the crowning pattern dragon is the respect."
"Emperor Order: Wan Jian returns to Zong!"
The five -domain crazy sounded sound, through the clouds and the moon, the otosum was split.
In the middle, everyone only saw that at the high altitude, there were eight in the high -altitude, and at the high altitude, it suddenly spin the spiral and the extremely brilliant kendo.
He seal his hands and refers to Yiyang.
Not only is the potential, it is a swordsmanship. It seems that there is still some ancient swordsmanship?
In the moment, the upper and easel maps from the bottom, from large to small, and after lifting their body, they remitted a little golden in the top of the eight heads, fierce and bombarded, and launching endless golden light waves at high altitude.
"Oh !!!"
The vast pressure from the cover of the sky.
Behind his body, a huge and unrealistic black crown black robe emperor appeared, and the image of the gods and Buddhas was under both heart swords, and it was like the strong accumulation of Wanjian technique.
This phase is an emperor sword, holding the emperor's seal in one hand, and the four seas of Wicaga. You must not look at it. With the eight voices, the emperor's horizontal sword, and the emperor seal is covered in the void, the sound of majesty, covering five domains:
"Order: Wan Jian Guizong."
Nympho
The city of death.
Beibei raised his eyes, looking at the black crown Xuan robe emperor's appearance in the high clouds in the distance, and he was completely lost.
"Ancient swordsmanship: Emperor Zun Seal?"
"" Sword Ancestral Biography "contains: the world's thousand swords, no respect for the sword ancestor, the deed‘ emperor ’s seal’, printed the sword followed, it must not violate it. ”
"Regardless of the famous sword twenty -one, the five major artifacts of chaos, including the wounded sword in the nine supreme artifacts, and all the spirit swords of the sword god era on the relics monument.
"'Absolute Emperor's System', 'Emperor's Seal',‘ Emperor Sword Unique ’, and the unity of three is the real 'absolute', not tolerance."
"But isn't this emperor's seal lost?"
"The ancient swordsmanship was lost, except for Liu Fuyu's sword steps brought out of the sword building fifty -four kills ..."
The thoughts of North and North have risen here.
She was stunned.
Either Badong has been to Jianlou, but there is no emperor seal in the Jianlou.
The rest, there is only one possibility:
"Those who reached the peak of Wanjianjian can start from the pioneering array, and the launch of the‘ Emperor ’s Seal’ ... ”
"But isn't this a legend?"
"Legend, isn't it impossible to achieve it?"
"For so many years in the southern domain Feng family, and the swordsmanship of the swordsmanship, with Jiange, can not push out the" Emperor's Seal "of Wan Sword Art!"
Beibei lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.
The sword in the hands of the black crown Xuan robe emperor behind her is exactly the amplification version of the proportion of the emperor sword in her hand.
But the real emperor sword, clearly in his own hands, did he exhibit the emperor's seal?
"Wan Jian returns to Zong!"
And when the emperor was drinking this order, the emperor sword flew up out of thin air, broke free of self -restraint, and flew into the distance.
"Hello!"
Beibei panicked, and hurriedly reached out.
The Emperor Jian's independence was taken by the unknown force, and the flow of time and space was completely disappeared.
"?"
The north northern head first jumped out of the question mark, and then suddenly realized: "The way of time?
With a wow, the north and north opened the small legs, and rushed out of the city of death, rushing to the direction of Lingyu Mountain:
"Thief! Yeah!"
"Damn eight, the emperor sword is mine! Mine! You will return to me!"
Nympho
East China, Ginseng Yuexian City.
Earlier, the long -lanterns came to five domains, and Wanjian, which was lifted out of thin air, had already returned to their respective swordsmen.
But when the Lingyu Mountain is in the middle of the realm, the eight emperors are drinking each other.
"Wan Jian returns to Zong!"
One sentence, a more terrifying vision before before.
Wanjian is horizontal, turns into a sword flow, brushed towards the west, crosses the mountains and rivers, and the direction of the Lingyu Elm in the Central Realm.
"Ah! My sword!"
"I'm not on the front battlefield, I don't respect you eight, don't confiscate my sword!"
"No, I want the Shipin Lingjian bought by 1,562 pieces of Lingjing, do you want it?
Nympho
"Wan Jian returns to Zong!"
Buried the sword mound, and the thousands of worshipers stared at the sword flowing up, rushing to the middle domain, without the power to stop.
Not only the sword worshiped, but even the past named sword in the sword -mound washing sword pool, and the near -name sword also ran to the eight.
"The eighth sword fairy ..."
At this moment, everyone looked at the emperor's appearance in the far away, and his mouth was round, only to see the miracles.
The Eastern Realm has been silent for thirty years, and reproduces the scene of the "Sword of the Eight Swords Eight" in the past!
"It's over, it's over!"
Inside the sword mound, next to the sword pool, Wen Ting slammed his legs and laughed, and stomped his feet to dance:
"Wan Jian is gone, you are left!"
"It's over, it's over, it's all over, explosion, Qingju!"
"Bettering as a sword, even after the break, you can't even call it. You even see his last chance, and miss it!"
There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!
"Ah, hahahahaha ..."
Qingju doesn't say anything.
Qingju crying angrily.
Nympho
"Go, all passed!"
Fengjia City, Jianhai covered the sky for a moment, and it was empty for another moment. All of them rushed to the north.
The house of Fengjia, all the wind family members, but when the ancient bells outside Wen Jiange, the door was opened, and there were ten swords.
"Dragon pattern, picking stars, Tian Sha, black curse ..."
"My God, no one wants to move for more than a hundred years, and the sword obtained by the contract is also summoned?"
"No! Not only the summon, the past! The sword of Jiange can't carry the power of summoning, and it is all called by the eight. Wait, that is it?"
"Chasing the Moon !!!"
The Feng family is almost crazy.
Everyone looked at the three -foot long sword in the last sword, and the sword was accompanied by the Yuehua, and the yin and yang rebelled, and they were unbelievable to hold their heads.
"The ancestors have no trace of sacrifice, chasing the moon!"
"Is the birth of the moon? Have you been born for tens of thousands of years, right?"
"Don't panic, chasing the moon is the ancestor sacrifice, without the" emperor's seal ", you should not obey the eight -junyers ... Ah?"
"It's over! The ancestor of Chasing the Moon is excited! Chasing the moon is also fun with the past!"
"Old home, come back, something goes wrong!"
Nympho
"Come here."
The spiritual swords in the five areas are like locusts transit, flying from all directions.
When the eight of the black crowns behind him and his black crown black robe behind him, he stopped at the same time and was short to show respect and surrender.
The fan -shaped is round ...
The round shop shows the ball ...
Jianhai!
Real sword sea!
In a short time, Lingyu Mountain Lake was filled with the sword sea that covered the sky, and there were countless spirit swords.
From Shipin to Yipin, from the spirit sword to the soul sword ...
Double -edged, hexagonal, pointed, oblique heads, long swords and short swords, heavy sword wide swords ...
Red orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black and white colors and fantasy, everything should be everything.
Under the top of the Linghu Lake, under the emperor, it seemed to have a highest -level sword exhibition for the five domains. There are various colors, different shapes, and dazzling.
Fan Jian's spirituality, eight in the order, all went to meet, all worshiped.
"This is Wanjian?"
"This is the first realm, absolute imperial system?"
Jianhai is empty, this picture is not even shocking, but scared that the scalp is numb.
"No, I will be absolutely emperor!"
"Why is the Eight Absolute Emperor's System, which is a bit different from my absolute imperial system? Is I cultivated fake thousands of swordsmanship?"
"... a bit?"
Five domain warriors, completely boiling.
Compared with the previous discussion, the discussion, in the ears of ordinary people, the boring and boring because of the incomprehension.
The eight words "Xuanzhu dotted the twelve jade, the crowned pattern is called the respect", and the thoughts were boiling, and the blood was surging.
The purpose of Zun Jian, the purpose is not there.
On the banks of Linghu, a famous sword was finally held by a sword, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand. He was forced to let go.
"Yuelian!"
The famous sword list, the evil sword Yuelian.
This sword is wrapped around the seal belt, and the entanglement is unpredictable.
At this time, the sheath rose, and the buzz trembled. On the way, the gray straps were unable to solve it.
"Woo--"
At that time, the sky is dim, and the evil qi invades half of the sky.
Hundreds of thousands of swords in the sword, shuddered by shuddering, and retracted again and again, giving up the position for the former evil sword Yuelian, dare not surpass.
"call……"
Gu Qingyi vomited turbid air, his face was shocked, and he couldn't believe it and looked away from the evil sword Yuelian away from herself.
Compared with the anger of the concept of the "master" in the previous eight, the concept of the "master servant" was both out of anger. At this moment, Yue Lian, Gu Qingyi and his mind, clearly felt a strong panic and shudder.
"This is the eight -dong's appeal?"
Oh!
The sword of the second master also took off.
Blood sword, stunning demon girl, this sword is up to heaven, the blood is full of sky, the scarlet wilderness, the sword sea is forced to retreat again, panic and disturbing.
Gu Qingli, who is Gui Qingli, is behind him.
Gu Qing's voice is so distant, I can't hear the content at all, and only the thoughts are leaving in the wind and rain:
"Jianxian ..."
"The same is the sword fairy ... no! The eight are not even a sword fairy ..."
Oh!
Famous sword list four, magic sword thousands of soldiers and magic ancestors, over the sky.
This sword is very domineering. It is the time of the magic, and the sword is overwhelmed.
"Not in the list of Jianxian, forcibly among the eighth ..."
Oh!
The name of the famous sword nine, the sound of the demon sword slave, the sky must be the sky.
"In the bright age of Qunying, the light made Master Wen Ting unable to lift his head. Only a few of the ten seats, or it can be compared with one or two ..."
Oh!
The famous sword twelve, the sword sword drawn a god stick, it must be over the sky.
"In the past 30 years, worship is not counted in the Eastern Region.
Oh!
Famous sword thirteen, crane sword listening to the dust, it has to be over the sky.
"This is the eighth sword fairy?"
Om ...
Buzzing ...
Gu Qing buzzed with a brain, and the dizziness exploded for a while.
The famous sword flew up, and Jianhai returned.
The eight privileges standing in the void, and the black crown mysterious robe emperor behind him, the more aggressive the momentum, the farther away from the distance.
"I……"
Gu Qing reached out his hand and touched the sky, seemed to want to do anything.
At this moment, he couldn't even give birth to anger, and only the strong sense of weakness was left in his heart -he had more than a lot of energy, how much energy did he spend, and the eight -hearted sword rushed to the famous sword?
Gu Qingyi stunned.
He envy the talent of the second master, the third teacher's talent.
He also accepted the concept of "diligent can make up for clumsy, stupid birds fly first".
Over the years, with the encouragement of Master Wen Ting, he has also relying on the will of stubbornness, and has always led several younger brothers for half a step, sitting firmly on the position of Master Jianzu.
"effort?"
"talent?"
Gu Qing has always believed that as long as he works hard, people can rely on tenacious will, and to be talented ... people will be able to win!
"Is this really so?"
When the legend is no longer legend, you can see it with your own eyes.
When the talent of talent is fulfilled, when you fulfill it, the dream wakes up.
"unattainable……"
Gu Qing looked up.
Among Jianhai Ring, Eight Zun is in the same way with the black crown worship behind him, almost one.
No!
They were originally one!
Gu Qingyi finally fully understood that after the ten seats of the year, Master Wen Tinggui was the seven sword fairy and returned to the burial sword mound.
What is it?
What do you take?
"road?"
"What is it, Tao?"
"Where is the Tao, is it on the mountains, is it above the blue sky? At all, I can't see the end ..."
eight!
The legend of this word.
Gu Qingyi has been practicing so far, and has heard of his ears many times to date.
Between the 胧 and the hazy, when he looked up at the blankness and sting, he looked up again, and he couldn't distinguish what he was, what was me ...
He almost lost his heart.
So that I can't see anything in my eyes.
The vast sword sea is heaven, and it is not possible to climb.
In that "sword" and "Tao", the white robe swordsman who was stained with the golden scale was high, and the clouds were high, and it was higher than the sky.