His eyebrows are straight, full of energy, his sharpness is gone, he is gentle and elegant, and he looks a bit familiar?

"He is..."

After just a moment, someone around him recognized this face and exclaimed: "Xiao Kongtong?"

"Go to the Fairy City of the Moon, Xiao Kongtong, and meet you all."

When Xiao Kongtong revealed his true face, most of the semi-saints in front of him were seniors, and he also bowed to his juniors in a proper manner.

But etiquette is a courtesy, and his politeness is his politeness. When they recognized this face, everyone couldn't stand still.

"Two generations of sword immortals seek Wu Qi, and Xu Xiaoliu comes to Gu Beixi. He is truly the Seven Sword Immortal, and he is Xiao Kongtong second only to Master Shou!"

"It is said that the first eight saint slaves are familiar with each other. There is a disciple in his name who has inherited all his sword skills, especially the magic sword skills. No wonder he did nothing. Dai Xiu, Luo Hui and other saints fell into the wind. This is the magic sword immortal.

!”

"The Great Killer of Shenyue Immortal City, he single-handedly defended half of the Eastern Moon Realm half a year ago, and the blood flowed like a river. I heard that Lianbei Sword Immortal brought the Emperor Sword to conquer Shenyue Immortal City, but in the end he came back defeated.

!”

"..."

Discussions broke out around the wine shop.

Xiao Kongtong raised his head after cupping his fists and bowing. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he couldn't close his mouth. He couldn't suppress it even if he tried.

All his life, he had stood in his teacher's face and borrowed swords from outside.

Only when you visit the Fairy City of the Moon can you be yourself and slowly practice your sword.

If he hadn't been elected as the Seven Swordsmen, the only one who actually knew him would be the Dongyue Realm, which could hold up a small half of the Eastern Region. He was still a well-known person without any recognition of his face.

There is the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him and the First Sword Immortal behind him.

Xiao Kongtong, who was caught in the middle era, actually felt more uncomfortable than Wen Ting in his heart, and he was also made dim.

The dream of holding a sword in front of the preaching mirror like "Master Shou" and never having a defeat is something that 90% of the ancient swordsmen in the world have done, not to mention Kongtong.

But Master Shou has the glory of Master Shou, but he also has the pressure of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave.

Xiao Kongtong knew what his mission was and where his butt was. He only enjoyed the moment for a moment, then gathered his thoughts, returned to calm, and looked at Lu Shi and:

"Senior Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Shiyu knew something was wrong when he saw this face.

He is still betting that this person is not a member of the Saint Slave. As long as this bet is successful, the city of Shengfutu will not be afraid of any power in the world.

But this person is not only.

He also has a city of his own.

His teacher is still an acquaintance of the Eight Masters, and he has a close relationship with Master Shou... If something goes wrong, the city where the Buddha is born will inevitably be destroyed.

Fucked!

Admit defeat!

Lu Shi, Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist and others looked at each other, and they all sighed helplessly, and finally offered the raw sword with their hands:

"I also hope that the Laughing Sword Immortal will keep his promise and return the famous sword of the city where I was born in Pagoda when the half-year period is up."

"Easy to say." Xiao Kongtong grinned and stretched out his hand to take the sword.

Buzz!

At this moment, in the far north, a dark sword light suddenly appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the whimpering sound of the fierce ghosts resounded throughout the entire ghost and Buddha world, and then spread along the sea, land, and roads to the five regions of the Holy God Continent.

A slightly gritty voice, but full of fighting spirit, reached the ears of the world:

"Where are the Eight Masters?"

…

"Where are the Eight Masters?"

In Fengjia City in the Southern Territory, millions of spiritual swords, some with owners or no owners, soared in an instant, covering the sky, a dazzling array that was shocking to the eye.

Everyone was frightened, and nearly 90% of the people in the city suddenly fell to the ground.

Out of the blue!

Listening to the terrifying echo, this person seemed to be declaring war... to whom? To the Eighth Sword Immortal?

Who is he? Is he crazy!

"That's crazy!"

"This world has finally gone crazy!"

"Wahaha, let's get into chaos, let's get into chaos!" Numerous crazies on the ground in Sinful Land were not surprised but happy when looking at the sword. They didn't mind watching the commotion. They moved their hands and feet and started to search among the palms and apricots to see if there was any preacher who knew about it.

host.

In the Feng Family Courtyard, the sword pavilion trembled.

All kinds of spiritual swords and ancient swords with relics and monuments that were gathered inside broke out of the window, and together with their respective swords that no one in the Feng family's ancient sword cultivator could hold, they flew into the sky.

"this……"

Everyone rushed out of the room and came to the entrance of their respective courtyards, and couldn't help but kneel to the ground.

He tried to raise his eyes and looked up.

The sky is not the sky, but the ocean of swords, and the whole world is flooded by swords!

Feng Zhongzui first left his left shoulder, then his right shoulder, and barely squeezed out of the door. From the dark room, he came to an even more desperate situation, the haze under the sword.

He looked at the swords in the sky, suddenly fell to his knees, and then froze.

He suddenly shivered.

There is not only the fear caused by the concentration, but also the endless panic at the majestic swordsmanship and the insignificance of oneself after one glance.

"Pap, tap..."

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Feng Zhongzui thought that there was something wrong with his mentality, which caused the physical reaction. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, everyone in the hospital had the same reaction.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of creatures bowed to the north, just like an emperor traveling, and all the people surrendered. This is called the "end of the sword's path"!

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Feng Zhongzui thought of his friend.

He didn't know whether the Divine Sword Xuan Cang was also photographed high in the sky, or whether Xiao Wanfeng also fell to his knees like he did now.

He suddenly wanted to go to the Ghost and Buddha Realm in the Central Region to see the frontal battlefield.

He probably knew what was happening. This was what he had expected half a year ago but didn't expect.

He struggled for a while and failed to get up.

So I found Jinxing, secretly found the matchmaker I was paying attention to, and clicked on her Jinxing preaching screen.

It was pitch black.

…

"Where are the Eight Masters?"

Tens of thousands of swords flew up from the sword burial mound, and tens of thousands of worshipers knelt down with a bang.

The mist surrounding Dongshan Mountain sank steeply, revealing the razor-sharp mountain peaks that pierced the sky like swords.

But that mountain...

Looking up...

It actually started to tremble and tremble!

"Crack."

The sword burial mound, the sword washing pool, the water splashes are shocking.

Amidst the buzzing sound, the old swords and rusty swords that had been collected here for countless years were regenerated with blood, and their sharp edges were displayed again, and the clang flew through the air.

"Coming."

Wen Ting's black hair was flying, and he looked up into the void in the gap where the sword flowed through the air.

He did not stop the worship ceremony of the ancient sword in the sword-washing pool. He knew who was coming, so these were meaningless.

But when all the swords were gone, the sword-washing pool was suddenly empty.

Sitting next to the sword-washing pool, it was originally the most unknown sword in the pool. Now that it has become the only one, it stands out from the crowd.

It was a broken blue sword with spots of rust on it. It was painful and shed tears day and night, making it very noisy.

At this time, its quietness and composure are particularly jarring.
Chapter completed!