"Sword God Gulou Ying, Divine Sword Feng Wuhen, Nine Sword Saints..."
"My God, please come here! Ah—"
"Am I dreaming? Eight Annihilates are so angry!"
One free and unrestrained figure after another of the sword cultivators appeared in the air, making people's blood boil.
There are ancient times, medieval times, and present times... there are different strengths, but they all start with strong people who have reached the second level of ancient swordsmanship.
Gu Qinger looked at the Nine Sword Saint Luo Xian, carrying a sword wheel in the sky, and was so excited that he couldn't say anything. He grabbed the third junior brother's shoulder and jumped wildly.
Luo Xian, in the minds of every sword cultivator who practices the Nine Swordsmanship, except for the Sword God Gulou Ying, there is the only true god.
His status in the history of Nine Swords is equivalent to Hua Weiyang in the fantasy swordsmanship.
There are almost no legends circulating in the five domains, and there are not even portraits, which are relatively niche.
However, as long as you have visited the Sword Tomb of Burial, visited the Shenyue Fairy City, or visited the Feng Family in the Southern Region to discuss swords...
A truly mindful person will definitely know Luo Xian.
And even such a "niche" Nine Sword Saint, Eight Zun An, invited him out, and through the Dameng Qianqiu and the brand on the famous sword, he traced back to this person.
There are many people who are similar to Gu Qinger.
Gu Qingsan completely forgot the pain of the eldest brother being kidnapped, and also forgot the pain of the second brother almost taking off his shoulders.
His burning eyes were staring at the two men and one woman among the nine sword saints who were extremely energetic... Yes, there were three people he was looking at.
The Chaozhidao without swordsmanship has come out, I like it.
His favorite Heart Sword Art Fengcheng Xue is alive, and his story is so touching.
Long Wan'er, who is in the love sword technique, is just a name in the burial sword tomb, but when it appears vividly in the air, her graceful and elegant fairy figure... Gu Qingsan also fell in love with it, and it was not too late to like it if she was late.
"Ahhhh, all celebrities, celebrities!"
His mouth was opened and he emitted meaningless syllables, so excited that he couldn't bear to himself.
Not only the nine sword saints, but also the famous swords of various eras, swords of the remains of the swords, and the burial sword tombs, and other swords from all over the world were lost, and figures appeared by the eight masters of Dameng Qianqiu.
"The Stunny Guest, after the Sword God era, another famous sword cultivator, who is the master of the Taoism, is the first sword holder who draws the magical scepter!" Someone focused on a rogue wearing a straw raincoat in the air.
"That's... the lost Taiyi Daogong ancestor, Taiyi master? Yes, it's him! I've seen the collection of famous sword holders in the sword tomb in the past dynasties. He looks 70% similar to the simple drawing - Dao Jian, the first sword holder of Taiyi Life Water Sword!" An ancient sword cultivator recognized the black purple Taoist robe and was out of place.
"Look, the first green dragon horn... the pressure of the Holy Emperor! He must be Lingzang from the Dragon Ancestor's era, and he was holding the dragon sword Qingscake ridge!" Even the first sword holder of the Qingscake ridge was recognized.
Everyone has their own good, but they have different pursuits.
Some people pursue higher positions on the famous sword list.
Of course, there are also many people who pursue niches, especially among the group of ancient sword cultivators who like to "take another way".
People from the ancient sword god era have their names called out one by one.
It was famous in the Middle Ages and was recognized by those who left a strong mark in history.
Among the ancient sword cultivators in today's era, there is naturally no shortage of ancient sword masters who have achieved great achievements. Compared with the previous two, their reputation and deeds are even more passed down from generation to generation, after all, they are closer to the times.
"Old Gu! It's Gu Yu!"
A loud cry brought everyone's attention, and then everyone looked in disbelief.
But in the void, an old man appeared, with a spring breeze on his face, stood quietly in the air, looking around at the sword cultivator, looking in a daze.
The plum rain in his hand is just a second-grade spiritual sword. Among the famous swords and artifacts, it looks so ordinary like his personality.
But he is so eye-catching!
Even only half of the nine sword saint disciples under the Sword God's seat appeared in the dark and mysterious rays of light around them.
Mr. Gu, too!
This means that he once opened the mysterious door.
Even if the ending fails, this courage and courage are enough to rank among the forefront in the history of ancient kendo.
"Wuwu..." Many practitioners who have been blessed by Guyu burst into tears when they saw it:
"Old Gu, the prosperous age of swordsmanship you have expected, the mysterious scenery behind the mysterious gate you have dreamed of..."
"Eight Zun An, presented it to you!"
Mr. Gu and Mei Ziyu came and rushed to this kendo feast.
The ancient sword cultivator in the Five Realms was in tears. The meaning of the existence of the sword tomb was to remember history, and this moment.
And like Mr. Gu, who was obsessed with his expression, was everywhere in the void.
The "Plum Rain" reproduced the persistence and resilience left by these ancient sword cultivators who had once followed the way on the mainland.
And some people, some swords, even if they were destroyed by the sword, they were restored in this great dream.
"It's not just Mr. Gu, brothers, look, that's it?"
"That sword! The woman's sword! Isn't this the 'Star and Moon Singer'? I've seen it on Void Island..."
A slightly strange sword name.
After a year ago, no one cared about it.
But one year later, the first-grade spiritual sword star and moon singer, in order to protect the sword holder, was praised by the world.
Now, the sword body of the Star Moon Singer is blurred, and there is only a little spirituality, but it is also summoned...
"It's the sword tomb!"
"The Tomb of Burial Swords has the characteristics of collecting the spirit of the remaining swords, and reshaping the sword body through the name of warming the name. The Star and Moon Singer was collected, but it has not been raised yet..."
"But, the sword holder of the Star Moon Singer is back!"
That graceful and graceful figure, just revealing a beautiful white back, someone recognized who she was.
"Rare Yaoyao!"
"Fairy Rao, are you back too?"
"Woooo, my youth, my fairy Rao, my god-killing Xu Xiaoshou..."
The former master of the red clothes, the proud daughter of the heaven in the Wurao Emperor Realm, the only female sword immortal among the seven sword immortals, and the first sword woman on the 24th list of stunning...
Rao Yaoyao and the Star and Moon Singer, with just one look back, their style stunned half of the Holy Spirit Continent.
These people who have left their marks in the history of ancient kendo will also become legends in the future of ancient kendo. Please come out.
He or they have been through the past to the present, perhaps their bodies have disappeared, and the "inheritance" they left behind is immortal.
The five realms have gone through countless epochs and have changed countless dynasties.
The inheritance left by the Dragon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, the War Ancestor, the Art Ancestor, etc. has long been extinct.
The ancient swordsmanship of the Sword Ancestor is undestroyed in every era, and there are several people who can go against the current in every era. Why?
Because the "inheritance" left by the sword ancestor has never been a step-by-step "ancient swordsmanship", but the "character" of the ancient sword cultivator.
Romance, rebellion, freedom and immortality, ancient swordsmanship and eternal sword cultivation!
"This sword..."
The ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms was caught in a carnival, and the ancient sword cultivator Hua Changdeng was excluded.
It is not because of the unstable state of Hedao, but because of this scene, Hua Changdeng Zhen was stunned, causing thoughts to fluctuate and the heart of Tao to surge.
Once upon a time, he was also an ancient sword cultivator!
It is said that the ultimate meaning of the magic sword technique is "great fantasy, great thoughts are as usual", which is the sword path of the fantasy sword saint Hua Weiyang.
The Eight Lords An can still move forward half a step forward with their dreams and witness the extraordinaryness of the eternal world.
The sword of Dameng Qianqiu made not only dreams, but also deeply versed in the illusion swordsmanship, and it also had to lose its romantic nature. In the most roundabout but direct way, I invited the strongest postures of the ancient sword cultivators from ancient times to the present who left their mark on the mainland!
Perhaps, even if each of them draws a sword in their dream, they may not be able to hurt themselves who are also ancestral gods.
However, sand gathers into towers, and armpits form fur. If a sword cannot be used, what about tens of millions of swords, one cannot be used, and tens of millions of people?
In a trance, the white-clothed immortal came again in a dream.
The Eight Lords no longer stepped on the sea of swords, but stood among thousands of sword cultivators, holding Qingju in their hearts, and laughed loudly, spreading to the five realms:
"Everyone, listen to the sword chanting!"
...
At this moment, everything in the Holy Spirit Continent was silent.
The sword ancestor turned around and looked at Hua Changdeng. Xuan Cang in his hand was shocked. A pillar of heaven came to the world, and the divine power was overwhelmed.
"Buzz!"
Xuan Cang, Tian Jie!
The magic sword Feng Wuhen stopped nagging, looked at Hua Changlan, shaking the moon in his hand, the long wind swayed for thousands of miles, and white clothes chased the moon and picked the stars.
"Buzz!"
Chasing the moon, the sky understands!
Fantasy Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, Nine Sword Saint Luo Xian, Long Wan'er, Fengchengxue, Xiaohei...
The guest of the straw raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...
Guyu, Rao Yaoyao...
Every ancient sword cultivator turned his head and stared at Hua Changdeng, and threw all his body and spirit into the sword that he had been with him for a long time.
“Buzz buzz!”
“Click clang clang clang clang!
The five-domain sword roars were heard, and it continued.
One wave is higher than another, and the sky is free from the craze.
The spectator below covered his mouth and nose, and his eyes were shocked.
The long light of the game in China was shocked and terrified, and the scalp was numb.
Ten thousand swords are from famous sword artifacts to third and sixth grades. Even if they only have a weak force, the ancient sword cultivator who was invited is not stingy and contributes with all his strength.
Ninety thousand fantasy, no one is indifferent, ghosts hide their feelings...
Sword Technique variants, sword move variants, and images of heavenly understanding are numerous.
One technique after another, one after another, every form of ancient sword cultivator, every form of ancient sword technique, what you know and don’t know, all of them will be cut to Hua Changdeng’s body and spirit.
Hua Zu?
Under the torrent of swordsmanship that dreams of thousands of years, while singing the sound of swords that are ancient and modern, Huachang lamps were instantly cracked countless times and torn into their respective images of heavenly separation.
On the left, He had to deal with the picture of Taiyisheng Water Sword Bagua Taoist Palace;
On the right, He was pulled into the past of the world by the stars and moon singers;
The above Him feels loneliness in the snow and snow all over the city;
The Him below is unbearable under the murderous craze;
After He was forcibly divided, his power had already shown signs of falling from the realm of the Ancestral God.
But there are more than four answers in heaven, but thousands of answers.
From the only individual, Hua Changdeng was torn into millions of pieces, and he had to deal with the strongest posture of every ancient sword cultivator.
"What a dream!"
Gou Wuyue felt cold when she saw the palm of her palm, this was the "mysterious".
The Eight Masters know how to enter the Tao with dreams and tell the ancient sword cultivators of the Five Realms what is the real "illusion".
This is the clearest representation of Tao from virtual to real, rather than the clearest appearance of the sword opening after the sword opens the mysterious door, walks out a sword ancestor, chats for a few words before closing the door and going back.
"If this sword is against me..."
Gou Wuyue just put herself in her shoes and replaced the attacked object, and her soul began to tremble.
Too high.
This sword has a really outstanding artistic conception.
Even if you are granted the ancestor god, you will be able to resist the tear-breaking self by the Great Dream Qianqiu, what will happen after that?
Can the surviving self still find itself after enduring "differentiation"?
That's what I do.
The same is true for Hualonglanterns.
What's more, what Hua Zu, who was in a state of unstable state of Taoism, feared the most was this kind of self-separation attack!
"Ba Zun An, it's not only Hua Changdeng, but also hit his pain point of "distinguishing me"..."
It can be seen from the naked eye that under various images of heaven, Hua Changdeng's face quickly turned blue and white.
He clearly stood still, but everyone could imagine what the sword recipient should experience under the chanting of ancient and modern swords.
It's pain!
It is unimaginable pain!
"boom--"
The hundreds of ghost altar exploded and consecrated points, not shattered, but turned into millions of streamers, placed into millions of long lamps dream worlds, protecting His body, spirit, and mind.
Immediately afterwards, the three swords of the sword ghost were shocked at the same time, splitting and disintegrating, and also escaped into the dream in a protective way, resisting the Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Lift.
"The posture of a mortal, the sword suppresses the ancestor god."
Just this scene, the four words "Eighth Sword Immortal" have been highly praised by the altar among the cultivators of the Five Realms, and it is difficult to get out of here.
The oppressive feeling of fighting across levels is far more shocking than the crushing of the ancestor god in the same realm.
For a moment, it seems to be eternal.
Suddenly, at some point, Hua Zu's body steeped and he staggered back half a step.
In his body, a huge black-robed phantom of death was shocked and his body suddenly exploded with demonic energy.
"Hedao failed?"
Gou Wuyue's pupils dilated.
This is so amazing. Hua Changdeng is going to die under the Great Dream Qianqiu, and under the backlash of Hedao?
The five realms were shocked, but they underestimated the power of the ancestor god.
The demonic energy lasted for only a moment, and the shadow of the god of death returned to the body. Hua Changlantern opened her eyes in the vast dream for thousands of years, and she returned with anger:
"Ghost, call!"
He shouted for a long time, carrying the ten thousand swords and tearing them apart, while summoning the spirit ghost among the three sword spirit ghosts.
Then the sword light in his eyes was spitting out, and after the power of the spirit ghost was gathered, he cut off time with one sword and flew to the past.
"cut!"
This shocking word woke everyone up from their dreams.
The dream of a thousand years has been interrupted?
The cultivators of the Five Realms looked up and saw that in the real world, the Forgetful River was still guarding Hua Changdeng, isolated the eight Zun An’s breakthrough.
And just in the previous timeline...
Before the Eight Masters knew one step and were about to step into the Forgetful River and the sword opened its mystery, the spirit ghost suddenly flew out of the long river of time.
"cut!"
A command in the dream, a word in Lingyu, and a response.
The Spirit Ghost, the Three Swords of the Sword Ghost, actually slashed from the future of Dameng Qianqiu to the eight masters who used the sword in the past.
Realizing this, everyone was worried about it.
"This is the ancestor god!"
"No need to defend, but kill the danger's germination in the scramble?"
Ghost, too fast.
Everyone realized how difficult this sword was.
The Eight Zun An Ye realized that under his sword of dreaming into time, Hua Changdeng cut off time with a sword.
——Unexpected!
"call out!"
The light of inspiration cuts through the forehead.
The eight masters had half of their faces, and they were dyed black in an instant, which was a symbol of the soul being cut off.
Not as powerful as the ancestor god, Da Meng Qianqiu's disorder, all kinds of forces hidden in his body are out of control...
Hua Changdeng is in poor condition, and Bazun An is also reluctant.
When the sword was cut off, almost half of his soul power was taken away, his whole body was cracked, and he spurted blood when he opened his mouth.
"puff!"
Flying snow reflects red.
Under Fusang City, the Moon Palace Nu's face turned pale, as if she was the one who was caught in the sword, and she wanted to rush forward and exchange her injuries.
She had no impulse. In this battle, she couldn't play any role.
If Xiao Ba was distracted by her, he might fall in an instant.
Huh!
The black chicken also stood up straight, and his eyes were cross-eyed and he was straight.
The Eight Zun An's Meng Jian amazed Xu Xiaoshou. As expected, this guy hid too much. He did not write the sword that should be described in such a rich and colorful way. He clearly had a hand.
Hua Changdeng's response was also wild and amazing, so wonderful that it made people amazed.
"Sure enough, for these serious ancient sword cultivators, there is no defense."
"The strongest attack is the best defense..."
From the perspective of the Daoshima Dao, the battle time has become two parallel lines, or two pictures.
On the one hand, the eight masters are still maintaining their dreams, constantly breaking the long lamps, trying to break through the state of Hedao.
On the other hand, Hua Changdeng Linggui arrived first and slashed forward, trying to stop the eight masters in advance to perform their dreams in advance.
This is mutually contrary!
Once who can't stand it first, the quantum entanglement state ends, and the time double lines merge and unite, and there can only be one ending:
Eight masters died, or Hua Changlan fell.
"Awesome, awesome."
Xu Xiaoshou, the black chicken, has never seen such a high-image showdown in the Taoist practice so far. He is really unique and has a rising posture.
He didn't even dare to ask if Bazunan needed help? Once he was distracted, Lao Ba would lose.
In the battle situation, the eight masters in front of the Great Dream Qianqiu know that the state of the eight masters in front of the Great Dream Qianqiu is slightly warming up.
Take his life while he is sick.
As the situation evolved, no one dared to hold back, and Hua Zu was no exception.
"I really think that only you can hire foreign players?"
He is still in harmony with the Tao, and although his condition is unstable, Hua Changdeng is not without his strong right-hand man.
And compared to the illusion in dreams, He can directly summon the most real being.
Retracting half of the mind, Fengdu will arrive, and in the dream, Hua Changlan ordered a command:
"Soul Control Art, Kunpeng Sacrifice!"
After a word came to an end, the Great Dream Qianqiu Sword appeared before it came out.
In front of Bazun An, he blocked the Forgetful River, and once again made a melodious and transparent long chant to prevent him from stepping into the river:
"Woo——"
Under Fusang City, Yu Zhiwen was holding a black chicken in his arms. He was in normal condition, but suddenly the temperature of his whole body dropped sharply and became extremely cold.