"The Eighth Sword Immortal, another third realm, the sword opens the mysterious gate of Ten Thousand Swords!"
In the great dream, since the Eight Lords gave up their physical bodies, the people in the Five Realms followed him back to their dreams.
Of course, in this dream where the distance limit has been lost, even people in the southern region can see this mysterious door open with their naked eyes.
The ancient sword cultivators from all over the country seemed to be completely boiling.
If we say that the previous experience of using illusions and dreams to enter the Tao, the sword opened its mystery, and the achievements of the Eight Masters are comparable to the shadow of the Sword Ancestor Gulou.
After all, one love sword technique opens the third level and the other is the illusion sword technique, which has different Taoisms, but the heights are the same.
Even if you look at it carefully and think about it, there is only a trivial "ancestral god" state between the two.
Eight gods who have not been named after the ancestors.
But everyone knows the combat power of the Eight Lords, and they have already reached the ancestral god.
Now, the great dream has not ended yet, and this second mysterious door will be opened again.
What does this mean?
The sword ancestor Gulou Ying only reached the third level in terms of his attainment in love and sword skills!
"Eight Zun An, the new generation of sword god?"
"His achievements have surpassed the sword god Gulouying at this moment."
"I have witnessed history again, so I say that the East Domain Sword God Heaven must produce the Sword God!"
"The Eighth Sword Immortal, I'm not bullying me, I didn't disappoint!"
The ancient sword cultivator who majored in illusion swordsmanship has long been immersed in the great dream and refused to leave.
Now even the ancient sword cultivator, led by the Feng family in the Southern Region, was deeply immersed in it.
But the sword opens mysteriously, and the clearest third realm is presented, and the eight masters have given to everyone in the five realms.
It's easy to see.
It's easy to see clearly.
It is harder to transform into one's own use than to climb to the sky!
"With dreams entering the Tao, I invite ancient sword cultivators from all generations to ask for the essence of the sword ancestor's magic sword technique to supplement the shortcomings of the time, and to make rapid progress in 'time'..."
"I can't learn it, I can't learn it at all. If I practice a sword, I still have to understand the way of 'time' and how many are the secrets of the space attributes of spiritual refining?"
"This ten thousand swordsmanship is even more difficult! Judging from the sword 'Lonely Tower Frost Moon Night, Ten Thousand Swords Boiling Juqiu', the first step is to step on the sword ancestor, and the second step is to combine the sword sea, famous sword twenty-one, the most important thing..."
"'Half-foot green bones, a thousand years of pride'. The prerequisite for practicing this sword must also learn to dream of a thousand years and gather the power of the 'famous' of famous sword cultivators from all generations?"
The most intuitive expression of the sword bones of the world is released, combined with the mysterious interpretation of the sword opening, the most intuitive expression is the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms, which is like a revelation.
Those most obscure insights of the Tao, blossoming and bearing fruit before your eyes, showing all the process and answers.
It can be said that as long as you have the same foundation and foundation as the eight masters, you can learn this sword at a glance and integrate it.
But what makes people despair is that the "basis" required for both the great dream and the sword bones that are full of success are too high.
Not to mention the new generation of Seven Sword Immortals, they cannot reach the foundation of the eight masters.
Even the previous generation is like Mei Si people, Feng Tingchen, Gou Wuyue, etc., who are not as good as people. They are proficient in "time", "kill", "momentum" and "fame" at the same time!
"Eight Lords An...
Gou Wuyue looked up and felt that the clouds and smoke were so high and out of reach.
Only one!
Only in the world!
The ancient swordsmanship has a total of one stone, and the eight masters have possessed ten dou. From now on, the ancient swordsmanship in the world will be well-known for their fur to cultivate their swords.
The Sword Ancestor opened up the ancient sword path as "one". The eight masters were well-versed and even broadened this path, and walked out of "two". From then on, he was called the second sword path, no one dared to be the first, and the shadow of the Gulou was no exception.
The most critical...
This man opened the two doors of Xuanmiao, but he had not yet been named a god and ancestor!
"How did this demon come from heaven and earth?"
There was a hint of jealousy in Gou Wuyue's eyes that could not be restrained.
Thirty years ago, he also stepped on the heads of the geniuses of the Five Realms, won the title of "Ten Thrones", and stood side by side with the geniuses.
Thirty years later, in front of the eight thrones who were all ten thrones, he felt resentful and felt that he was like all kinds of ants who were defeated by his own sword in the past, and his heart of Tao also fluctuated.
"How unfairly creation!"
...
What outsiders see is insight.
What people inside the scene feel is murderous intention.
The mysterious gate of Wanjian Technique does not spread out in the shape of a "door", but kills chrysanthemums to bloom.
Every golden petal flows out sharply and sharply, not like the great dream, but is revealed like a sword-like magnificent!
"The Sword Bone..."
Hua Changdeng murmured silently, as if she had completely forgotten that he was one of the protagonists of the battlefield, and her eyes were captured by the beauty of Qiu chrysanthemum and the magnificence of thousands of swords.
The dream has clearly stopped for a long time, and there is no illusion, guidance, guiding, confusing people's hearts.
"Click!"
The cracking sounded at some point brought Hua Changdeng's mind to the clouds, giving birth to thousands of thoughts.
Hua Long Lantern, trapped in...
Once upon a time, under the enlightenment of Mr. Siren, he also asked about swords and really fell in love with swords.
The Holy Emperor family is above the clouds.
The ants in the five realms pursue the Tao all their lives and practice to the extreme will also be like loving the people, without the moon, trapped on the ladder and walking upwards without a way.
Therefore, there was never a so-and-so under the ladder in Hua Changdeng's opponent.
Among the five families, the only sword cultivator who can catch up with his own pace is Rao Yaoyao, who is not in the Rao Emperor realm.
However, at the beginning, she was slowing herself for three days, but in the end she had to catch up with her for more than thirty years.
The old friend is gone, and it is not worthy of the Tao.
I thought I would never be able to fight in this life, but I never thought that one day I would be able to hit my sight and get such a name on the road to sword cultivation.
"Eight Lords An...
The five families of saint emperors gave the ladder a chance.
In a question paper with a score of 100, the ten thrones each handed in perfect answers and got the opportunity to change their destiny against the will of heaven and change their destiny, and become ants and saint slaves.
Hua Changdeng didn't take it to heart.
One hundred is not the upper limit, it is just the threshold to climb the ladder.
For example, Taoist Sky and Northern Lotus, there are leisurely things to play, and ten seats are also sealed.
They are also ten thrones, and the others are also ten thrones, which means that the other saints can stand on the same height as the saints masters?
The full score is 100, some people try their best to 100, and some people are born with 100, and the world is like this.
During the bottleneck period, Hua Changdeng took over the invitation letter.
There is no doubt that he won, but won is not glorious.
When Youtu killed Shanggui Zhesheng Mountain to seek justice, he felt ashamed and was trapped in the screen for thirty years and refused to come out again.
After that war, he realized that one hundred people were born on the ladder, and in barren land, one or two monsters could occasionally be born.
The Eight Masters know this.
Cao Yihan, the gods are the same.
After preparing for another battle of thirty years, he killed the Holy Emperor Kunpeng and sacrificed his sword. After falling into Lingyu, he was appointed as a god and called his ancestor, and changed "he" to "he".
The ancestors of demons, medicines, and evil spirits are spying on them.
I will not talk about the disorder caused by my own Taoist state.
After all, the Eight Masters are not the strongest form, and in a sense, they are also considered "fair".
However, he tried his best to usher in the dream of passing the sword ancestor, and then he stepped on the sword ancestor's sword bones.
The sword is mysterious and two times!
Hua Changdeng finally realized that from the beginning, the people trapped in "one hundred" were not Bazun An, but himself.
Gou Wuyue, who practiced swordsmanship, couldn't stand it.
Since he was the God of Ancestor, his vision was also limited to the "Sword Ancestor". He never thought that he could open a mysterious door with all his power.
Whether it is a person who tries his best to achieve "one hundred", or a person who gives a question paper to formulate "one hundred", the eight tests that are measured are just the tip of the iceberg.
When a blind man touches an elephant, he calls it a pillar, a python, a wall, and a snake.
When you look at the sky in a well, how can you know that the number of heaven is one hundred? He can clearly have thousands, but it will be endless!
"But……"
Hua Changdeng's mood fell to the bottom.
Spirit, mind, indulge in the state of harmony with Taoism, the ghost ancestor's past memories.
"Click!"
The world of great dreams for thousands of years is another crack.
This time, all the practitioners of the five realms could see that the three flowers on the top of the head of Hua Zu were dark and the Taoist patterns under his feet were cracked.
Before the sword bones of the world came out, He actually lost his heart.
"But!"
“So what?”
...
Buzz!
The dream world suddenly became turbulent.
The eight masters are blooming in autumn chrysanthemums under their feet, and they are sent forward in their hands, as if golden autumn is coming, and the fragrance of flowers soars into the sky.
As soon as he moved, thousands of ancient sword cultivators on the chrysanthemum petals under his feet also moved.
The sword god Gulou Shadow stabs Xuan Cang in his hand...
The magic sword Feng Wuhen stabs the moon in his hand...
Hua Weiyang, Luo Xian, Chaozhidao, Long Wan'er, Fengchengxue, Xiaohei...
The guest of the straw raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...
Guyu, Rao Yaoyao...
Every ancient sword cultivator has thousands of swords reflected around him, turning into a killing chrysanthemum, following the command of Qingju.
Each piece of chrysanthemum is gathered and pieced together to form the eight chrysanthemum petals under her feet, which are dispersed with the sword and roaring, and flowing with the sword roar.
"Sword Bone of the World!"
This collection has formed countless epochs, thousands of ancient sword cultivators and arrogance, Yu Qingjufa, penetrated the Taoist method of the space, and directly hit the broken Fengdu.
In the vast void of the Great Dream, a rainbow bridge with dazzling golden light was built instantly.
Like a dragon winding, the fragrance of flowers is fascinating.
It looks like a dream and an illusion, and its reputation is dim.
Suddenly, in a daze, everyone saw Eight Zun An thrust his chest and his chin slightly raised, rushing into the sky, and swallowing everything.
An eight-foot body is more energetic than Yuntian!
Behind him are the sword ancestor, Feng Wuhen, the nine sword saints, and ancient sword cultivators of various generations, with figures standing in a row.
Continuing the past and opening up the future, the ancient swordsman's pride followed.
The torrent of chrysanthemum yellow sword light like a dragon and a dream in the void suddenly condensed and turned into a sword and a bone.
An ancient, thick, and rugged golden sword bone, with the most substantial impact, like a broken pillar of heaven, crashing away with force, and thrust heavily on Fengdu.
"roar!!"
Hua Changdeng's eyes were so angry that it was bloody, and his throat was rolling low, as if it was crazy like a mad beast.
But He devoted his efforts to destroy Fengdu and only lasted for less than half a breath.
boom!
Fallen and completely shattered.
The land of the ten cities and the scene of purgatory turned into light spots all over the sky and spread into dreams.
This divine court cannot stop the destruction of the sword bones of the Qingshi, and cannot stop it from rushing into the Yellow Dragon.
"Dong!"
The Hundred Ghost Altar follows closely, transforming into larger ones, protecting the front.
The huge sword bones rushed forward and hit the altar body. The altar body suddenly collapsed, the skeleton shattered, and the layers of depression were sunken.
At the end, it exploded with a bang, throwing out pieces of pieces like shells in all directions.
“Wow…”
The surging Forgetful River water falls from the sky.
But he could block the phantom of the Medicine Ancestor, Bei Huai's true body, restrained the Holy Emperor Kunpeng, and blocked the eight Wangchuan Rivers who were familiar with the progress of the forward, under the fierce attack of the Qingshi Sword Bone...
Puzzle through in an instant!
"Wow!"
With a strange sound, the other side of the bridge was blocked from the sky and intercepted among the long lamps and sword bones.
The bluestone bridge with a cow head and horse face, rising from the dark blue ghost fire, and full of unknown energy, was like a mantis armed mantis chariot.
It was also in an instant that it collapsed and completely lost.
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom..."
The sword bones of the world pierced through the air, and the sound explosion exploded on the bone body, and the air ring was destroyed, destroying the dead and rotting.
The point of the sword is invincible and everything is broken.
Hua Changdeng's various foundations and accumulations cannot stop the peak fighting spirit of thousands of ancient sword cultivators throughout the dynasties.
"powerful……"
One word, strong!
It's so strong that it's outrageous.
It's so strong that it's so hard that it's too chewy.
Gou Wuyue's eyes were tightened, and it was hard to imagine that the "ancestral god" would have such a vulnerable moment.
Mingming Hua Changdeng’s divine objects are huge and powerful!
Feng Ting Chen's heart is rekindled. Although he is old, he witnessed the ultimate intention of the Wan Jian Technique with his own eyes.
We should do this, and the sword will never stop until we die!
The ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms was shocked by the gods and his eyes, witnessing the eighth sword immortal's retreat, cutting off his body and taking the spirit, and taking the mind, the strongest attack.
This sword fully interprets the "no upper limit" of the ancient sword cultivator.
He forced Hua Changdeng to the point where he could only defend.
He forced Hua Changdeng to the point where he could only use his own weaknesses to defend against the enemy's strengths.
Even until the end, when Qingshi Sword Bone rushed into Hua Changdeng, the latter only had three swords and sword ghosts to protect themselves, but raised his arms and led them to take the initiative to disperse the sword ghosts.
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
The three swords swept through the sky, making unwilling moans of humiliation, but shot towards the sky, earth, and void.
Hua Changdeng, have you given up resisting?
Everyone stretched their necks and saw that Hua Zu's expression went from being hideous, unwilling, helpless, to admiring, to intoxicated.
He looked at the golden sword bones, ashamed of himself, and sighed:
“It’s so beautiful…”
...
boom!
The sword bones broke the body, knocking Hua Changdeng to make her face shrunken, her chest cracked, and her legs were broken.
The world is frozen in the distorted scene of Hua Changdeng's face.
The heaven and earth exploded again, and the Taoist Dharma was broken.
Qingshi's sword bone pushed Hua Changdeng's body, and from the Ghost Buddha Realm in the Central Domain, crashed into the Gaotian, broke into the Broken River, and crashed into the Northern Domain...
boom!
In the smoke and clouds of the northern region, the phantom of the black robe of the God of Death that covered the sky was knocked out and the pillar was killed in the sky.
He should have digested it in Hua Changdeng's belly...
He was originally divided and broken into various thoughts of Hua Changlan...
He and Him were already united into one and formed one, but under the cruel offensive of the sword bones of the world, they were separated strongly and turned into two distinct parts.
"The state of reunion has been interrupted..."
Gou Wuyue's eyelids twitched wildly, and her palms and soles were sweating slightly.
Da Meng Qianqiu's power of detention, with the time and the weirdness of dreams, Hua Changdeng lost half of his combat power, magnifying the limits of Hedao as much as possible.
This is difficult to express, and not many people can clearly feel the roundabout power.
The lethality of the sword bones of Kushishi is simple and rough.
It is a shock visible to the naked eye, presenting the magnificence of the thousands of swordsmanship, destroying all roundabout ways.
What it interprets is the "attack" of ancient sword cultivators!
Unparalleled offense!
And this...
Thirty years ago, Bazun An showed it, but it was broken.
Thirty years later, he returns again, with both hardness and softness, impeccable!
The terrible stayed in the northern region, and everyone looked back at Lingyu.
There was a figure in white from beginning to end, but the sword-holding hand that was hanging at this moment was completely stained with blood and was trembling.
When the thousands of ancient sword cultivators behind him were shattered, the only one who was reluctant to leave behind was the half-foot-of-a-foot broken sword in his hand.
The chrysanthemums are broken, and the autumn is bleak.
The dead silence lasted for a long time, and everything was silent.
I don’t know who spoke, but his tone was awkward, as if he had broken the icy frost of the Hanshu Era where the Sword Ancestor was:
"The sky is one foot high, and who dares to be a Qingju..."