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Chapter 1915 Dream Song(1/3)

"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!"
To be continued...
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