[Chapter 759: The Sword God enters the valley, and the seventh sword appears! 】
[Chapter 759: The Sword God enters the valley, and the seventh sword appears!]
Duckweed and the five great masters stepped into the Moon Platform of Wanzai Mountain, and the five statues lit up, completely extinguishing the ambitions of most young people.
No one dares to hope that in the hands of these few people, they can win the best sword of the Eight Sword Control Techniques.
The current idea of most participants is to obtain one or two swords as family heirlooms. Of course, there are still many people among them who are hoping for luck and refuse to give up their determination.
Among them, there was a thin figure with clenched fists and a pale face full of determination.
There was also a short figure in black who snorted coldly. He covered his face with a black scarf, only revealing a pair of cold eyes.
"The Wind Sword God is out!"
"Duckweed Cangsheng and the four great masters have already entered, and it's the Wind Sword God's turn!"
The two people happened to be standing in the same place, listening to the people around them talking excitedly, and they couldn't help but look up.
In front of the golden mist in the Yueluotai Valley of Wanzai Mountain, I saw a figure in white, walking leisurely in the air, with an ancient bronze sword hanging on his waist. He was calm and indifferent, and his appearance and demeanor were better than those of the five previous masters at the master level.
Not bad at all!
The cheers this young man received turned out to be more than those of Ascetic Tutuo and Master Yun Weixue, and even higher than those of Duckweed!
Among them, there were also many women’s screams!
Feng Ziyue's popularity is now definitely the number one in Dongming Continent!
He is young, handsome, and has godlike swordsmanship. He is simply everyone's idol. Although Duckweed Commoners and the Four Grand Masters have high martial arts skills, they have become famous over time and have lost their freshness. How can they compare with Feng Ziyue?
The thin figure raised his head and glanced at Feng Ziyue, with a look of surprise on his dirty face. His face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head, looked at the sword at his waist, and gritted his teeth and turned back.
The black figure stared at Feng Ziyue's back for a long time, clenching his teeth and showing a fierce look on his face.
"Hmph, Feng Ziyue, I will always let you die in my hands!"
Regardless of whether others are cheering or secretly cursing, Feng Ziyue taps his toes and glides in the air, just like a flying swallow throwing itself into the forest, gently and skillfully burrowing into the valley.
Just hearing the roaring sound, among the seven statues, one of the remaining two dim statues also had a white light rising into the sky!
Another sword!
Six of the eight methods of wielding a sword have been obtained!
The premise of opening the seven-star seal is that the seven swords have gathered together, and there is only one sword left!
"Sure enough, the Wind Sword God also knows how to use a sword!"
"Of course, it's impossible for someone who is called the God of Swords not to be invincible in this world's swordsmanship. He may be able to retaliate with more than one sword!"
There is nothing wrong with this argument, but people who don’t know anything about it would never guess that Feng Ziyue alone could know so many five swords. If the four great masters hadn’t entered first, then Feng Ziyue’s appearance would have
It's just too conspicuous.
"Six swords..."
The man in black who stared at Feng Ziyue's back muttered to himself with a cold tone.
"I didn't expect that these people could really gather so many swords. I guess my Yan family's Splitting Wind Dragon Fang must also be among them. Hmm, it's so clever and plundering. Today, I want you to spit it out one by one!"
He looked around and saw that after many masters entered, a crowd of people rushed towards the valley, and he followed the crowd and followed the crowd without revealing anything.
The thin figure also stared blankly at the statues and gritted his teeth.
"I already have six swords. That sword of Mr. Feng must be our Xiao family's dragon-suppressing leyline. I...I will go into the valley to try no matter what, and regain the glory of our Xiao family!"
He stamped his feet, squeezed into the crowd, and followed the turbulent flow of people all the way to the valley.
For a long time, there was an unlit statue left, with no response.
The Three Evils in the World have entered. Half of the heads of the eight great families have entered, and the other half have also sent capable elite disciples into the valley.
Idle masters also stepped into the valley one after another. However, until more than half of the people entered the Wanzai Mountain Moon Platform, the statue still did not change much.
Those watching the excitement couldn't help but become a little worried.
"How come you still only have six swords now?"
"That's right, the leader of the floating alliance, the four great masters, plus the Wind Sword God, there are only six swords in total. The remaining seventh sword, but I don't know if it has been passed down..."
"If the Seven Swords are incomplete, wouldn't today's competition be a waste of time?"
"If you don't have all seven swords, you won't be able to open the seal, and you won't be able to get the last sword, the Heavenly Sword. It's a joke to combine the eight sword techniques into one!"
"Don't worry blindly. This person is not even halfway in. Maybe one of the warriors behind will be able to use this last sword!"
The Eight Sword Control Techniques are scattered all over the world, and their inheritance has been lost and unexamined. No one knows which family or sect should inherit a certain sword. Although the Six Swords have been revealed so far, the specific names of the Six Swords are unknown.
Why, most people still don’t know.
No one knows whether the last sword will appear on the people around them.
In short, when most people poured into the valley, when the man in black and the thin man happened to pass through the thin golden mist together, accompanied by a burst of cheers, the last statue of the god was finally lit up.
!
The seven swords are complete!
boom--
The whole place roared and was deafening.
The seven statues of gods emit bright divine light and are connected with each other, just like the colorful rainbows, connected into one. The scene in the Wanzai Mountain Moon Lake Platform is completely different again!
It was not until this moment that the competition between Wanzaishanyuelutai and the Eight Sword Control Techniques officially began!
The duckweed people who stepped into the valley and the four great masters looked up together and saw the divine light on the seven statues, each with a different expression.
A sneer appeared on Duckweed's face. Now that things have happened, Wanzai Shanyue Leotai's competition has finally entered the right track, but at the same time, it has already escaped his control.
It was just about everyone relying on their abilities to see who could have the last laugh. He tightened his steps and flew forward.
There were more or less worried looks on the faces of the four great masters. Ascetic Tutu put his hands together and chanted Buddha's name, Yun Weixue lightly twirled his beard, Bing Xin Jingyue's face darkened, and Sun Yunhe took a big sip of wine.
The Seven Swords have appeared, and the outcome is irreversible. This also means that there must be a bloody storm in this valley!
Feng Ziyue held the hilt of the sword and walked slowly on the path between the valleys. After entering the valley, he saw only a golden light in front of him, and he didn't even see a single person.
He knows that this place must be a maze. People who step into the valley may be randomly teleported to various directions and cannot go together. Under this moon platform, whether you will encounter enemies or friends, it all depends on fate.
Already.
He gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist and walked forward slowly but firmly.
In front of him, seven statues of gods shine brightly!