"" 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.
To be continued...