Chapter 1842 Worship

"Have you finished thinking?"

In Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong was still dragging a large sack, with the face of Ba Zun'an on his shoulders, smiling at the saints in the air.

After defeating the half-saint whose name he could not remember from the Cheng family, and driving away his bad friends, he set his sights on the Dan Saint Lu Shiyu.

To be more precise, he set his sights on the Daluo Jiusheng Tianxuan Sword in his hand.

"The tenth on the famous sword list, it is known as the Shengjian, and in ancient times it was one of the swords of the great sword saint Hua Weiyang."

"After several twists and turns, the sword holder has been lost in this era and is guarded by the Shengfutu City."

"But it lives up to the name of the 'Shengjian'. To cure diseases and save people, one sword can always be used. However, a sword is a sword after all, and it is mainly used for murder. It should be matched with a murderous sword holder, not a Dan Saint, a military Saint, or a formation Saint..."

Xiao Zun'an picked up the old sack and slowly stepped into the air.

He spoke freely without any scruples, completely ignoring the increasingly dark complexion of the military saint Tie Dameng, and suddenly raised his voice to all directions:

"All of you are here today, all under my guidance."

"The living sword has been anonymous in the City of Dead Buddha for so long, it's time for it to come out, don't you think?"

Xiao Kongtong said, casting his eyes on the four sons of the Buried Sword Tomb, the two elders Gou Feng, and Lei Shuangxing and other people who also carried famous swords.

No one answered him.

But he nodded calmly.

"Yes, that's it."

No matter whether it's right or not, except for the famous swords around that are inconvenient to collect or don't need to be collected.

The living sword is the last link in the mission.

The order to collect swords came from his teacher Ba Zun'an. Xiao Kongtong regarded it as the highest task in his life and implemented it for decades.

The Buried Sword Tomb is under the management of Wen Ting, and his teacher Ba Zun'an wants to borrow a sword, just a matter of words.

Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen were both among the Eight Sword Immortals of the previous generation. They had a deep friendship with the Eight Lords. Now they were not in a hostile position, so they just gave each other face.

Tears flowed in pairs...

They were our own people, so there was no need to mention them.

So in the eyes of outsiders, the Eighth Sword Immortal's collection of famous swords was still a long way off. After all, it seemed that there were too many famous swords that were lost and had not been collected.

In fact, Xiao Kongtong knew that the only thing missing was the one in Lu Shiyu's hand!

There were twenty-one famous swords. Since it was possible to collect them all today, Xiao Kongtong would never let Lu Shiyu go.

Either Lu Shiyu obediently presented the sword with both hands.

Or he would take action and go to war with the entire Shengfutu City, and "borrow" the Sheng Sword.

"Are you borrowing the sword? You are clearly robbing it!"

The Soldier Saint Tie Da looked at the Qinglin Ridge in the other's hand and the little red-clothed girl who was limp at the entrance of the alley, his face livid.

But Cheng Caizhi, who was lying behind this person and had fainted, was a lesson for resistance. This made people fear the "Eighth Sword Immortal" with explosive combat power like a tiger. If they wanted to resist, they had to scratch their heads twice.

Earlier, Ma Dai Ba Zun An defeated Cheng Caizhi and threatened to "borrow" the famous sword from everyone here.

The first one to speak out in resistance...

Of course no one, everyone was waiting for outsiders to take the lead.

Ma Dai Ba Zun An took the lead in saying "I'm sorry" to Gou Wu Yue, and then knocked the little red-clothed girl unconscious in a very offensive way and "borrowed" the sword away.

After that, he asked Xiang Lei Shuangxing: "Would you like to borrow the magic staff?"

Lei Shuangxing replied: "Very willing."

"This is called a generous ancient sword cultivator!"

In one sentence, all the ancient sword cultivators and non-ancient sword cultivators present could not do it.

Isn't this just a clumsy show of killing chickens to scare monkeys among you holy slaves?

Killing the weak chickens.

The threat is to one's own people.

The monkeys being warned are all monkey kings, why don't you go and provoke them!

Everyone is expecting the Eight Sacks to target the Four Sons of the Buried Sword Tomb, Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen.

After all, there are sword immortals here.

But that guy seemed to be a bully who only bullies the weak and fears the strong, and directly turned his attention to Lu Shiyu, who is famous for alchemy, and gave two options: "soft loan" and "hard loan".

"The loan period is half a year..."

Lu Shiyu murmured silently, which had already delayed for half a quarter of an hour.

On the side of the formation saint Shangfeng Taoist, the elders and guests of the major associations in Tongsheng Futu City have discussed this matter.

Even the five domains' semi-saint-level connections that can be asked for help have been counted.

"If he really wants to take action, we can at most invite thirteen semi-saints. Five of them are willing to take action, and the remaining eight are just here to support. I think they don't want to get involved in the affairs of the Saint Slave and will withdraw at any time." Taoist Shangfeng lowered his voice and passed on the message, "Even if I said it was a fake."

Five...

Add the three here...

Eight semi-saints fighting power, eight semi-saints supporting the battle!

There are sixteen saints in total. If this lineup is released, not to mention the earthquake in the five regions, at least the Central Region will tremble.

But, that was half a year ago.

Today, half a year later, the semi-saints are worthless.

Not to mention that the opponent only needs to call in a succumbent, and they will be defeated. Just the fake eighth sword fairy in front of them, whether the eight semi-saints can handle it is still a question!

"You are robbing in name only. Where will the reputation of Shengfutu City be placed?" Tie Dameng could no longer hold back and spoke again, indignantly, "Let alone anything else, Shengjian is not considered to be in decline in my city. It has blessed countless people. Now..."

"Stop it."

Xiao Kongtong raised his hand to stop him, too lazy to listen to him, "I gave you time to think about it, and I also gave you the opportunity to call for help. But you don't seem to be the one who can take charge here?"

"You!"

Tie Dameng was provoked by this sentence, and he took out his heavy hammer and was about to attack.

He wanted to try it out, is this fake eighth sword fairy that mysterious?

"Da Meng, come back!"

The formation saint Shangfeng Taoist stopped the charge in time.

In fact, there are not many charge generals in Shengfutu City, and Tie Da Meng is the only one who dares to charge.

Lu Shiyu also sighed, and then took out the pure white flawless Sheng Sword, and whispered:

"Sheng Sword, you can borrow it."

Tie Da Meng turned back and stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

After a few words, he lent out the Sheng Sword. What's the difference between this and admitting defeat?

With such a shameful reputation, will Shengfutu City still be able to survive in the Five Regions in the future?

Lu Shiyu changed the subject and stared at the fake Ba Zun'an with cold eyes:

"The person to whom the Shengjian will be lent must be a well-known and upright ancient sword cultivator, not a cunning and eccentric person."

"If I have to lend the Shengjian in an unclear way and there is no way to get it back later, even if I, Lu Shiyu, want to agree today, everyone in Shengfutu City will definitely not agree."

"Otherwise, fight to the death!"

This was said in a decisive manner, and it also declared the determination and courage of Shengfutu City, and kicked the hot potato-like choice back to the fake Ba Zun'an.

Even Li You, a foreign saint, looked up to Lu Shiyu, after all, she was the one whose famous sword was borrowed in an unclear way.

Everyone in the tavern immediately cast their eyes on the sack Ba Zun'an.

At this moment, let alone Lu Shiyu, everyone knew that this guy was a fake.

But the fakes also have such strength, so this person is definitely not an unknown person.

If he wants to suppress Shengfutu City, which has made friends with the strong men from the five regions without bloodshed, he obviously still needs one last step.

Whether this step can suppress Lu Shiyu depends on how big his face is.

"Hahaha!"

Under the attention of the crowd, Sack Ba Zun'an laughed loudly: "Shengfutu City is indeed not a coward! Yes, I am indeed not Ba Zun'an..."

After saying that, his smile faded, and he tore off his mask with his backhand, revealing a younger and more handsome face inside.

His eyebrows are straight, full of spirit, his edge is gone, and he is gentle and elegant. He looks a little familiar?

"He is..."

After a pause, someone around recognized this face and exclaimed: "Xiao Kongtong?"

"Xiao Kongtong from Canyue Fairy City, hello to all of you."

When Xiao Kongtong revealed his true face, most of the semi-saints in front of him were seniors, and he also performed the etiquette of a junior.

But etiquette is etiquette, and he is polite. When they recognized this face, everyone was shocked.

"Two generations of sword immortals Qiu Wuqi, Xu Xiaoliu came to Gu Beixi, he is really the Seven Sword Immortals, and he is Xiao Kongtong, who is second only to Shouye!"

"It is rumored that the Eighth Master of the Holy Slave has a disciple who inherited all his sword skills, especially the illusion sword skills. No wonder he did nothing, Dai Xiu, Luo Hui and other saints fell down. This is the Illusion Sword Immortal!"

"The great killing god of Canyue Immortal City, half a year ago, he defended half of the East Moon Realm with his own strength, killing people and blood. I heard that Lian Beijianxian took the Emperor Sword to conquer Canyue Immortal City, but he also returned in defeat!"

"..."

Around the wine shop, there was a lot of discussion.

Xiao Kongtong raised his head after clasping his fists and bowing, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his mouth could not be closed, and he couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to.

He had been borrowing swords outside under the face of his teacher all his life.

Only in Canyue Immortal City can he be himself and slowly practice swordsmanship.

If he had not been selected as one of the Seven Sword Immortals, the only people who actually knew him were the East Moon Realm, and at most half of the East Region, but they were only famous but not recognized.

There was the Eighth Sword Immortal in front, and the First Sword Immortal in the back.

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

The dream of holding a sword in front of the preaching mirror like "Shou Ye" and never losing, not to mention Xiao Kongtong, 99% of the ancient sword cultivators in the world have had it.

But Shou Ye has Shou Ye's glory, and also the pressure of being 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, then he gathered his thoughts, returned to calmness, and looked at Lu Shiyu:

"Senior Lu, what do you think?"

Lu Shiyu knew it was bad when he saw this face.

He was still betting that this person was not a holy slave. As long as this bet was successful, Shengfutu City would not fear any force in the world.

But this person was not only that.

He also had a city of his own.

His teacher was also the Eight Masters, and he had a close relationship with Shou Ye... Once something happened, Shengfutu City would be doomed.

Failed!

Admitted defeat!

Lu Shi and Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist and others looked at each other, and each sighed helplessly, and finally offered the Sheng Sword:

"I hope Xiao Jianxian will keep his promise and return the famous sword of Shengfutu City to me after half a year."

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

Buzz!

At this moment, a dark sword light suddenly leaked from the far north.

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

A slightly hoarse voice, but full of fighting spirit, swept through the ears of the world:

"Where are the eight masters?"

...

"Where are the eight masters!"

In the Feng Family City in the Southern Region, millions of spiritual swords, some with owners and some without, flew up in an instant, covering the sky, dazzling and shocking.

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

Suddenly!

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

Who is he? Is he crazy!

"Really crazy!"

"This world has finally gone crazy!"

"Wow, chaos, chaos!" Countless crazy people crawling on the ground in the Land of Sin were not surprised by the sword but happy. They were not afraid of trouble and had moved their hands and feet to look for the preacher who knew about it.

In the Feng family compound, the sword pavilion trembled.

All the spiritual swords and ancient swords of the monuments with patterns that were restrained inside broke out of the window, and even the swords that all the ancient sword cultivators of the Feng family could not hold were flying into the sky.

"This..."

Everyone rushed out of the door and came to the gate of their own courtyard, and they couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

Trying to look up.

The sky is not the sky, but a sea of ​​swords. The whole world is submerged by swords!

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

He looked at the swords in the sky, knelt down with a bang, and then froze.

He suddenly trembled.

Not only was there fear brought by the density, but also endless panic about the majestic swordsmanship and the insignificance of himself after a glance.

"Pah, pah..."

Sweat beads as big as beans flowed from his forehead.

Feng Zhongzui thought that there was something wrong with his mentality, which led to a somatic reaction. With a glance, everyone in the courtyard was the same.

Ten thousand swords and creatures bowed to the north in an instant, just like an emperor going out and all the people surrendering. This is called "the end of the sword"!

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Feng Zhongzui thought of his good friend.

He didn't know whether the magic sword Xuan Cang was also taken to the sky, and whether Xiao Wanfeng also knelt on the ground like himself at this moment.

He suddenly wanted to go to the ghost Buddha world in the central region to take a look at the front battlefield.

He probably knew what had happened. This was what he had expected half a year ago, but had not waited for.

He struggled for a while, but could not get up.

So he took out the golden apricot, secretly found the matchmaker he was following, and clicked on her golden apricot preaching screen.

It was pitch black.

…

"Where are the eight masters!"

Ten thousand swords flew up from the sword tomb, and tens of thousands of worshippers knelt down.

The mist lingering around the East Mountain suddenly sank, revealing a sharp peak that pierced the sky like a sword.

But that mountain...

Looking up...

It actually began to tremble!

"Pah."

The sword tomb, the sword washing pool, the water splashed.

In the buzzing sound, the old swords and rusty swords that had been collected here for countless years were reborn with hot blood, and their sharpness was revealed again, breaking through the air with a clang.

"Here it comes."

Wen Ting's black hair flew, and in the gap between the swords, he looked up at the void.

He did not stop the ancient swords in the Sword Washing Pool from worshipping. He knew who was coming, so all this was meaningless.

But when all the swords left, the Sword Washing Pool was suddenly empty.

The sword that was originally the most unknown sword in the pool, now that it became the only one, stood out from the crowd.

It was a broken green sword with spots of rust. It usually cried in pain day and night, making a lot of noise.

At this time, its silence and calmness were particularly piercing.

Wen Ting smiled, stroked Qing Ju, and said jokingly: "They all went to worship him, why don't you?"