Early morning.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying.

A lovely person who gets up early to work hard for a living, but as soon as he goes out, he realizes something is wrong.

Above the sky, the roaring sounds were like a swarm of meteors sweeping past the scalp, deafening.

"what happened?"

Looking up, you can see tens of thousands of military guards wearing silver-white armor in the sky, like divine soldiers, rushing past with lightning speed.

"Holy Guard?"

Anyone with some experience was shocked.

The Holy Guards are representatives of the combat power from the Holy Temple.

Basically does not move on weekdays.

If it moves, it means that something big is about to happen.

But this time, tens of thousands of Holy Guards were dispatched. What it meant, the answer is self-evident.

"Is the sky going to change..."

Everyone who raised their heads didn't even have time to relax.

I saw tens of thousands of strictly disciplined Holy God Guards flying into the sky in military formation, followed closely by a group of white robes.

Compared to the Holy Guards in front of them, these people can be said to be more than just lazy.

It's upside down, upside down, it's tired and needs help, there are all kinds of weird postures.

Their number, compared to the people in front, was even less than a drop in the bucket, only a few dozen people.

But the crowd of onlookers below were even more horrified.

"White clothes?"

"Oh my God, there are tens of thousands of Holy Guards in front, and dozens of teams in white behind them. What are these people going to do?"

"This is the Sword God of the Eastern Territory. If it wasn't the Southern Territory and the Northern Territory, how could it be so chaotic?"

“I haven’t seen this kind of momentum in decades!”

The early bugs on the ground are really frightened by the birds in the sky.

They each carried daily necessities, fresh fruits and vegetables, and various cultivation materials, but they looked at each other and were completely unable to move.

"Look in the direction they are going, East Heaven Realm?" someone murmured.

"What happened in the East Heaven Realm? I remember that there should still be several months before the trial in the East Heaven King City begins, right?"

"That's true, but have you forgotten that the recently rumored 'White Cave' and 'Four Swords' have gone viral?"

"There are four evil swords? Which one is the Eighth Sword Immortal's sword? Is that true?"

The people next to me were speechless.

Even though most people think it is the same as before, this is a rumor.

Even if there is a witness in red, but the distance is too far, after being tempted, there are actually only a small number of people who can take action.

Looking at the scene of white clothes patrolling this time, maybe? In the East Heaven Realm? What happened once in a century?

"Look! That's..."

While everyone was thinking, they only heard a call? They were involuntarily attracted by the last figure behind the sky.

This is a middle-aged man in a light blue robe? Dressed like a swordsman? His black hair is flowing and his temperament is clean.

There is a blue-white band on his forehead, his sword-shaped eyebrows are high, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his eyes are slightly closed. The matte color hidden in them seems to have seen the endless vicissitudes of life.

The most eye-catching thing is not only his immortal swordsman temperament, but also the golden-pink three-foot sword on his back.

This sword can be said to be surprisingly coquettish. The light pink color is mixed with a small amount of gold spots. The entire scabbard, including the guard, is extremely luxuriously carved. It is engraved with the postures of hundreds of demons, as if it were wanton in the world.

This person is walking with a sword in his back? He shrinks down to an inch and takes one step clearly? The distance is very small.

But he was completely at the bottom of the team? No matter how hard the people in front tried to catch up, he couldn't get rid of him.

"Buzz——"

When this man walked over the city, almost all the sword cultivators below trembled in unison.

Such a majestic sound seemed to welcome the return of the true master of swordsmanship.

"No, I'm not dreaming!"

Some sword cultivators held their swords and burst into tears.

"In my lifetime, I can actually see the true appearance of the Seven Swordsmen with my own eyes?"

"Seven Swordsmen?"

One side was not a swordsman's, so I was immediately frightened, "Is this the Seven Swordsmen?"

"You are blind. The one above is not the Moonless Sword Immortal among the Seven Sword Immortals. Who else could it be?"

The swordsmen were collectively angry. It seemed that in the Eastern Region, even if you were not a swordsman, it was a sin not to recognize the legendary Seven Swordsmen.

"It's fine if you don't recognize the person. Don't tell me about the sword behind his back. You don't understand either?"

"That is……"

"Pig!"

"How do you live in the Eastern Region? This is Sword God Heaven. Can you please die?!"

"That's the voice of Nulan, number seven on the famous sword list!"

"Have you never heard of the name of Demon Sword?"

"Oh my god, that's the demon sword..."

After this wave of explanations, there were still people around who didn't understand, and the collective was shocked to the point of dementia.

Among the twenty-one famous swords, only a few are truly famous.

Most of them have been handed down from ancient times.

I am afraid that the world has only heard about its reputation and stories from history books or the rumors of some elderly people.

But the demon sword is totally different!

"The Voice of Nulan, if I remember correctly, the previous generation of sword holders was the legendary one..."

Even if the speaker was not a swordsman, he could not help but tremble when he thought of that name.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Yes, it is the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Everyone below was flushed with excitement, and the discussion was pushed to the top.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal has been around for three years and has five swords, including four famous swords and a chaotic artifact."

"The voice of Nulan is the most famous one besides 'Qingju' and 'Yousi Swords'."

"The sky is one foot high and there are eight wise men. Who dares to take the place of Qingju? There is no trace of the demon in the wind, and the sound of singing souls in the middle of the night is cold..."

Someone simply sang with a nostalgic look on his face: "The last two lines are about the demon sword, Nulan's voice!"

"Yes, the sky is one foot high and eight people are familiar with it... Your words brought me back to that era."

"At that time, when the Eighth Sword Immortal only had 'Qingju' and 'Nulan's Voice', he could conquer the Eastern Region with his sword..."

"call!"

"I woke up early today. I really made a lot of money. I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I would still be able to see the real person of the Seven Swordsmen, the shadow of the demon sword... Chao Wendao, it's time to die!"

Boom!

"Um?"

"Damn it, old gentleman, old gentleman, what's wrong with you? Get up quickly!"

"..."

Gou Wuyue smiled slightly and shook his head.

He knew that even though he was among the Seven Sword Immortals at this moment, he held the position of master of the Holy Temple Hall and was burdened with the voice of the Demon Sword Nulan.

Once it's mentioned, there won't be much discussion, or the topic will be taken astray.

"The eight acquaintances, the eight acquaintances..."

With a low sigh, he touched the demon sword behind him and could feel it trembling slightly.

Gou Wuyue's slightly narrowed eyes became cold, and she directly broke through the void, looking towards the distant unknown place.

"So, are you still there?"

"Senior Wuyue!"
To be continued...