Chapter 1847: Holes

"Hua Chang Deng!"

"The Ghost Sword Immortal who was famous all over the world in the past, now only has the ability to bully the weak?"

On Lingyu Mountain, when Zhu Yiyi and Li Fugui were absorbed into the lamp one after another, the next one who stood up was Xiao Kongtong.

Everyone was surprised and looked at him.

But seeing Xiao Kongtong at this moment, the skin of the Eighth Sword Immortal had been shed, and the large sack he had always been dragging had been removed.

The sack was handed over to Lei Shuangxing.

Xiao Kongtong held the illusory and transparent Kongtong Phaseless Sword, and faced the invincible Holy Emperor head-on with high fighting spirit.

"He's crazy, how dare he come out? Moonless Sword Immortal doesn't even want to fight!"

"Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City, the Seven Sword Immortals ranked second, the Eight Masters of Disciple...Yes, he has so many titles, but that is Hua Changdeng, which overwhelms him by a full generation!"

"Aren't you going to die? How come Master Shou and the Eighth Sword Immortal haven't shown up yet? Are they really a coward, relying on their subordinates to support the scene?"

"No! There is no upper limit for ancient sword cultivation. If it is Xiao Kongtong, maybe he can do it..."

Some are nervous, some are looking forward to it.

Most of them are still thinking about watching a good show, hanging very far away, just waiting for the big collision between the two sides, but also afraid of being affected by the aftermath.

At this moment, everyone contacted the current situation and saw something.

Huachangdeng came from the ghost Buddha, and the cracks in the time realm of the seven forbidden areas in the Northern Territory also descended on the three ancestor gods. Fortunately, Kuileihan came back to compete.

However, Shouye, Bazunzhen and others have not shown up so far, so they must have been delayed by something.

Perhaps, this is the back-up plan of Hua Changdeng and others!

At this time, the boss did not come out, but his subordinates came in droves. In front of the Holy Emperor, they should see each other one by one.

The wise choice, everyone knows, is to "wait"!

However, Xiao Kongtong still stood up, indicating that the situation on B. Xu's side was definitely not optimistic.

"There was news from the Southern Territory that Mr. Zhu seemed to have escaped and wanted to enter the sword pavilion to protect himself. Unfortunately, in the end, Hua Sheng Emperor used the way of time to reverse the situation..."

"The reversal of time across a region is really terrifying!"

"Zhu Yiyi is not weak, but just now he tried his best, but he still can't resist Hua Sheng Emperor's look. The difference is obvious."

"He took action, as if he was protecting another soul?"

"Is it Mr. Li? This soul aura is so familiar. I was lucky enough to see him in the Crystal Palace last time. It seemed that Mr. Li had this aura..."

"It's over. Master Shou's right and left hand are all gone. If Xiao Kongtong dies again, the Eighth Sword Immortal will be beheaded and even his disciples will be killed. What's next... Hehe, there's a good show to be seen!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion.

Xiao Kongtong is obviously not just showing off, nor is he trying to impress people like Mr. Shou.

Just standing in front of everyone, the sword power in his body was rising steadily, and finally the sharp edge was revealed, and the power penetrated the sky, as if he was going to split Hua Changdeng in half with one sword.

"He is serious..."

Everyone else was laughing. On the hillside of Lingyu Mountain, among the four men buried in the sword tomb, Su Qianqian had a moved expression on her face.

Just now Xiao Kongtong handed over the sack to Lei Shuangxing, and removed all the famous swords such as the Double Needle and the Shengjian from his sleeves. Only the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword that he had cultivated for a long time was left, and he drew the sword...

From this point, it can be seen that this Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City has lost all his power.

He was determined to die for the Tao.

Or it is said that "if you listen to the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

"Is it worth it?"

Su Qianqian murmured silently.

She still didn't quite understand such determination.

Looking at Xiao Kongtong, who was holding a sword so proudly at this moment, she seemed to see all the sword guards in the Su family, and even her grandfather in the scene she saw at that time.

Gu Qing noticed his junior sister's mood swings and looked sideways: "Are you okay?"

Su Qianqian shook her head and pursed her lower lip: "Elder brother, if the final outcome is death..." She was speechless.

Gu Qing knew what his junior sister was thinking after just hearing a few words.

He thought for a moment, his eyes slightly confused: "I don't know, maybe only at that moment..."

"Elder brother, when the time comes, will you join?" Su Qianqian opened her eyes and looked at him.

Gu Qing shook his head silently and made no further reply.

…

"Senior Hua!"

During the battle, Xiao Kongtong stared at the copper lamp that had returned to Hua Changdeng's hands, and raised his voice:

"The ancient sword cultivator will always move forward and never look back to bully the weak, unless the latter takes the initiative to ask for a fight. This is an ancient etiquette. Is this junior right?"

Without raising his eyelids, Hua Changdeng looked at himself and pointed towards the copper lamp and candlelight.

"Search for souls."

After a sneer, the candle lit up a little more.

It was like another world inside, and there was a shrill but very low scream:

"Hiss-"

Lingyu is dead silent and the snow is falling heavily.

Everyone shuddered and recognized that it was Zhu Yiyi's voice.

So if the soul is locked behind the flames of a copper lamp and candle, it will not die, but will still be tortured by searching for the soul?

"Ghost Sword Fairy!"

Xiao Kongtong's eyes were filled with anger, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly from the exertion, and he shouted: "I respect you as a senior in swordsmanship, but you regard the challenges of younger generations as nothing. Is this a gift from a senior?"

No……

Hua Changdeng searched for Zhu Yiyi's soul, but there was no trace of the whereabouts of the Eight Masters. This person really didn't know.

He turned to Li Fugui, perhaps this person knew more.

"Search for souls."

With another pointing, another scream came from the copper lamp candlelight.

This time everyone heard clearly, it was the familiar voice of Mr. Li. Master Shou's right-hand man was really defeated.

"I know the whereabouts of the Eight Lords!"

Xiao Kongtong could not wait any longer and shouted: "Even if you search their souls and get the results, my teacher will not come out, because they have nothing to do with this matter."

"Only I die!"

His voice became heavier: "If I die, it may make the teacher's mood fluctuate a bit, and he will choose to come out. It depends on whether you want to fight with me."

Ancient and modern forget-worry building...

After Hua Changdeng searched Li Fugui's soul, his eyes slightly closed, and he actually went to that place together.

This is not an easy place to enter. Even for him, he can only see and enter the ancient and modern forget-worry building with the invitation of Kong Yuhen.

He finally put down the copper lamp, raised his eyes, and looked at the young man in front of him.

"Xiao Kongtong..."

Hua Changdeng whispered softly, he remembered this name.

The rise of Canyue Fairy City in the past thirty years, during the time when he imprisoned himself in the screen candle ground.

Originally, Hua Changdeng had no impression of this person.

But Dao Qiongcang mentioned Cangyue Fairy City and this senior brother several times when he entered Pingfengzhu Land, but... that was all.

"You are not my opponent."

Hua Changdeng shook his head at the man.

He only wanted to find Ba Zun'an, and didn't want to start a war. He was too lazy to kill irrelevant people.

"But the three swords of the Sword Ghost, I have admired them for a long time!"

Xiao Kongtong was full of enthusiasm. It seemed that he was standing up for Zhu and Li, but in fact he was doing it for himself.

The road of ancient swordsmanship, the right way, he had walked all the way.

Only the sword mind of teacher Ba Zun'an could be regarded as a new way, which could give people inspiration.

In addition, there was Xu Xiaoshou's mixed way that could be understood but not learned.

And, Hua Changdeng's Sword Ghost!

In the world, if Xiao Kongtong climbed all the peaks, there were still giant mountains ahead, and only these three were left.

Time waits for no one.

If I miss Hua Changdeng today, I don't know when I will find someone who is so much higher than me.

"I have heard that the Ghost Sword Immortal cultivates swordsmanship. He first started with the art of controlling souls, then became proficient in the soul, and finally returned to the sword path and realized the sword ghost."

"The three swords of the Sword Ghost are the body ghost, the spirit ghost, and the mind ghost. They have the appearance of the three talents of man, earth, and heaven, and they are in harmony with the Taoism and are profound."

Xiao Kongtong bowed his hands high: "I am not talented, but I also want to take a peek at the scenery behind the door. I wonder if the Ghost Sword Immortal can fulfill my wish?"

Hua Changdeng stared at this person: "You have already proved the name of the Sword Immortal."

From the discussions of others, it can be heard that Xiao Kongtong ranks second among the Seven Sword Immortals and is a pillar of the revival of the Five Domains Sword Path.

"Yes!" Xiao Kongtong nodded.

"The road ahead is clear, why bother to seek death?" Hua Changdeng sighed, "If I draw my sword, you will surely die."

"Hahaha!"

Xiao Kongtong raised his head and laughed loudly, three times, with a teasing look on his face: "Senior Hua overestimates himself and underestimates me. Apart from anything else, I can at least hold on for ten breaths."

Ten breaths...

It sounds like a joke.

Ten breaths, so what? What can ten breaths solve?

The spirit refiner beside him laughed out loud, but he saw that the ancient sword cultivators on the mountain all looked solemn, and immediately covered their mouths, not daring to mess around.

Xiao Kongtong raised his sword and wiped the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword with both hands. The sword body was shining with silver light, and it was sharp and aggressive.

Sword Mind...

Hua Changdeng looked up at this man.

Being able to cultivate sword mind, at least he is not boastful, but has some skills.

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But that's all.

The sword of Kongtong shook, the sword of Kongtong Wuxiang sang, and the wind and snow on Lingyu Mountain were even more violent.

He turned around and looked at the world, sweeping his eyes over Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, the four sons of Zangjianzhong, Xiao Wanfeng and other ancient sword cultivators, and then he raised his eyebrows, was full of vigor, and shouted:

"The sword cultivators in the world have gathered in Lingyu. There are many talented people who have entered the hall, and there are countless rising stars. But who dares to try the ghost hunting edge except me, Xiao Kongtong?"

He turned around again, bowed again, and stared at the bronze lamp in Hua Changdeng's hand:

"Hua Jianxian, you are a senior, I will not be polite to you."

"If I can take your sword, you can let go of one person who is not related to this lamp. If you can take two swords, you can let go of two."

"If you can take three swords, no matter where my teacher is, no matter what you plan, you wait for him for an hour, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... and so on, until I fall to the ground and die, how about it?"

After these words, the whole mountain was in an uproar.

Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen raised their eyebrows high.

Among the four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb, Gu Qing was the second and third sons, and felt hot all over after hearing this. The fourth son was even more silent.

Even Lei Shuangxing, who was watching from the side with a cane and a sword, trembled with his hands, and felt that the sack in his hand was more than three times heavier.

Xiao Kongtong actually took a step forward, not intending to come back alive.

The ancient sword cultivator fulfilled his ambition and fulfilled his way. It was really as he said. Who else could do this except Xiao Kongtong? !

Hua Changdeng had already understood the son's wish and nodded slightly:

"Satisfy you."

...

"Buzz!"

As soon as Mei Siren stepped out of the crack in time and space, the Taicheng sword on his waist shook violently. After feeling the sword intent in the sky, he was shocked.

Looking up, the snow was surging in all directions, and the sword thoughts were splashing in all directions, covering a radius of thousands of miles, and the ghost tide of Lingyu was frightened and deterred.

The sky was dark, and it seemed like Fengdu.

The silver moon of Lingyu Mountain hangs high in the sky.

Xiao Kongtong raised his sword and bowed to the moon, soaring into the air, with sword energy emanating from his body.

Those who knew him knew that he was Xiao Kongtong, while those who didn't thought he was the Eight Masters who radiated sword energy in Lingyu Mountain!

Not good...

The Meisi people looked at the many ancient sword cultivators retreating around the mountain. They found Feng Tingchen at the first sight and ducked over:

"what happened?"

"So and so..." Feng Tingchen turned his eyes and saw that it was Mr. Mei. After conveying what he had just said in a few words, he still stared at the battlefield without squinting.

Too late!

The people of Meisi secretly hated it.

Just seeing the fireworks in Xiao Kongtong's eyes, he knew that he couldn't stop this battle. He was seeking the truth.

And what Xiao Kongtong asked was surprisingly the hunting ghost on the waist of Hua Changdeng opposite. The sharp point of his sword thought made the hunting ghost groan!

…

"Shi Ye? Mirror Flowers and Water Moon."

"Life? It's full of holes!"

Just two sword words, Xiao Kongtong's whole body suddenly spread out, as if he had found the only point that could break the Huachang Deng, gathered together, and gathered at the tip of the sword.

Time and destiny...

Mei Siren's expression changed.

This first sword has such high intentions, can Xiao Kongtong resist the backlash?

From the way of mirror, flower, water and moon entering time, it can be seen that Xiao Kongtong adheres to his expertise and still wants to make a fuss in the second world of fantasy swordsmanship.

But fate...

Huachangdeng's life is riddled with holes?

How was this flaw found?

It is clear from a glance that the Meisi people are carrying a copper lamp and wearing a long lantern for hunting ghosts at their waist. Their body, soul, and mind are all protected by sword ghosts. They are like cast copper walls and iron walls, with no holes to penetrate and no sores to hurt.

But the momentum has been achieved and the sword has been drawn!

"Second World·Behead the young man!"

Kongtong Wuxiang Sword thrust forward in response to the sound, Xiao Kongtong fought his last, leaving no way for him to retreat.

As everyone saw, the senior brother of Shenyue Immortal City turned into a blur of light, rushed forward with the sword, and penetrated into Hua Changdeng's body.

"Time and space jump..."

Xiao Wanfeng's eyes suddenly widened, and the Xuan Cang in his hand buzzed and trembled.

He saw the real time and space jump, which was no longer the escape technique used by major ancient sword cultivators in the past.

Brother Laughter interprets his original intention, trying to find the flaw of Huachang Deng at a certain moment in the past, killing his true intention and hurting the future?

"Can it be done?"

The gap between us and the enemy is like cloud and mud.

This is like Taixu fighting the Holy Emperor, fighting head-on and catching the sword, with no chance of winning.

"Only by taking the initiative..."

Only by taking the initiative and confronting absolute attacks with absolute offense can there be any possibility of success.

The ancient sword has high attack and low defense, that's not just talk.

Xiao Kongtong stood on the spot and struck out with his sword. His judgment before the battle was absolutely correct.

Soldiers move in danger, just for a fight. Failure is another matter. If it succeeds, let alone blocking a sword, Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng may also see blood!

"Buzz..."

The momentum of Lingyu Mountain was pulled by the sword, and the flying snow also stopped in mid-air.

When the sword in the second world comes out, all those who watch the sword and receive the sword are guided by the magic of phantom swordsmanship, and are all placed in the past world constructed by Xiao Kongtong.

"The way of time!"

Meisi people smelled this scent again, and almost thought that they had not left the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower. After regaining their composure, they felt infinite emotion in their hearts.

Xiao Kongtong is also taking this step...

Whether the ancient sword cultivator has any ambition or not will be known if he has the time and space to practice.

For someone like him, Mei Si, who specializes in the Heart Sword Technique and only has a rudimentary grasp of the Illusion Sword Technique, even if he wants to comprehend it, it will be difficult for him to comprehend the time in the future.

Naturally, the upper limit is there.

He is also old and has more energy than strength.

You can see more, listen more, and understand more about the higher-level ancestor gods. Meisi people already know that space and time can be refined but must be cultivated.

Because just like forgetting and guidance, every ancestor has some experience in the way of time and space, and evil spirits can even affect the future in the past.

They can do it, but you can't. This is a dead end. No matter how hard you try, you can't find a way out!

"call……"

After taking a long breath and letting go of such obsessions, the Meisi people, like all the spectators, entered the second world of Xiao Kongtong.

Kill the young man!

The name of this sword makes its meaning clear.

After the illusionary and blurry picture of flowers solidified, everyone followed them to a high mountain hanging upside down, and then entered a dark and depressing place.

"This is……"

Among the spectators, there were people from the Holy Temple who recognized where this place was at a glance.

"Guizhe Holy Mountain, Screen Candle Land!"

The broken willow tree is still there, but there is only an ancient table, a broken lamp and a broken sword under the willow pile.

Hua Changdeng has lost sight of its vicissitudes and has returned to its youth, looking only in its twenties.

But he walked feebly into the screen and candlelight with the steps of an old man, looking at himself in pity.

He drank more than ten glasses of wine and was so drunk that his eyes blurred.

When everyone was making their own guesses, he sighed deeply, grabbed the hunting ghost, and said to himself:

"Victory cannot be won without force, victory cannot be won without force..."

"I, if I can win without fighting, I will be imprisoned for thirty years!"