Chapter 1848: Final Song

"What a young Hua Changdeng!"

Compared to the mature and experienced Uncle Hua in Lingyu Mountain.

This Hua Changdeng in the second world is just a young boy.

In his early twenties, he is in the prime of his life, but listening to his mumbling, at this time, he has not yet started to imprison himself behind a screen?

"Unfair victory..."

"Could it be that at this stage, Hua Changdeng has just finished fighting with the Eight Lords? I said there must be something fishy about this battle, and the Eighth Sword Immortal cannot lose!"

"How do you count as losing and winning? But then again, wasn't Hua Changdeng forced to be sealed in the screen candle land because You Tu went to the Holy Mountain and picked osmanthus flowers all over the mountain?"

"Old Master You Tu, the Seven Swords of Heaven, killed the head of the previous previous master of the Holy Temple, which led to the birth of the subsequent master of the Taoist Temple. Am I right?"

"I heard that, but Old You and the Ghost Sword Immortal also fought, and the battle was so fierce that even the God Worship Willow was cut off. The two finally signed a contract that the Ghost Sword Immortal could not leave the mountain for 30 years, and Old You would never come out again..."

"Hiss, which one is true?"

After all, it involves the face of the Holy Temple.

This past, like the battle between Hua Ba, is also a secret on the mainland, and not many people know about it.

Some people pulled away from the past discussion, surprised that they, the spectators, were in the second world, but could not be affected by the magic sword technique and could communicate with each other.

Xiao Kongtong's control over the second world can be said to be perfect.

The power of his sword should be completely infused into Hua Changdeng.

Then, can Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng take the sword of the eldest brother of Canyue Immortal City, who has put all his efforts into "slaying the young man"?

"Shh."

In the dim environment, the candle wax burned and the candlelight flickered.

After Hua Changdeng got drunk, he leaned against the broken willow, sat with his head down, and looked like he was sleeping deeply.

Everyone has read the intention of Xiao Kongtong's sword, which is insidious:

"If you want to kill Hua Changdeng when he is still young, he is on the ladder to heaven and may have to fight against the five great Saint Emperor families. The risk is too great."

"If he is younger, Hua Changdeng may not be as strong as he is now, but he is always awake and may communicate with his future self and realize something."

"Only at this moment, in the drunken state after self-pity, before falling asleep, his attention is still all on the previous battle of Hua Ba, and he is not wary of unknown dangers-this period is the weakest period of Hua Changdeng!"

But...

This is already the weakest?

Many people reacted that since Xiao Kongtong had drawn his sword, it was impossible for him to randomly choose the so-called "weakest period", and he must have made some plans.

And the second world, killing the young, after picking and choosing, the weakest period of Hua Changdeng was also so strong...

Is this the gold content of the previous generation of Seven Sword Immortals?

"Buzz!"

In the dim land, a sword suddenly rang.

A silver light lit up outside the void, which was out of tune with this world. Everyone suddenly realized that Xiao Kongtong's sword should have come from the future.

"Here it comes!"

Everyone looked forward to it.

But Hua Changdeng, who was lighting the screen, was completely unaware and was drowsy and unable to wake up.

"Look, it's Kongtong Wuxiang Sword!"

The silver light cave was broken and flowed, and it seemed like eternity in an instant.

The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which stretched out the sword body from the crack, looked like a sword on the outside, and like a spine on the inside, illusory and transparent, sharp and aggressive.

This sword gathered the sword thoughts that Xiao Kongtong had nurtured for decades, and the power condensed into substance, and the sword thoughts flowed into liquid.

Since the establishment of Cangyue Immortal City, it has only appeared twice in the battle with Yan Wucai on Void Island and in the subsequent protection of Cangyue Immortal City.

There is no rival in the world. Xiao Kongtong had no chance to use it at all in the rest of the time. At this moment, he could be said to have used all his strength, giving full respect to his predecessor.

The sword body swept through the air, and every inch of it was sonic booms thousands of miles away, breaking the laurel high in the sky and creating many black holes.

Its speed was faster than the speed of sound, and it arrived in an instant!

Everyone was distracted and saw that the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which was still thousands of miles away, had already nailed to the head of Hua Changdeng, who was hanging his head and closing his eyes under the broken willow!

"It's going to work!"

The silver sword droplets, along with the sword body, splashed slightly into the void.

It was just that the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword lost its traction, and the remaining force of the splashing sword droplets was enough to crush the Dao rules.

It is conceivable that the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which was wrapped in all the power of the sword, really wanted to pierce Hua Changdeng, and the Holy Emperor would find it difficult to compete.

"Huh..."

At this moment, the remaining lamp on the ancient table flickered with the wind.

Hua Changdeng, who was hanging his head under the broken willow, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes - it was too late, Kongtong Wuxiang Sword just hit his forehead!

"Die!"

Among the spectators, some people's faces flushed and shouted excitedly.

But Hua Changdeng, who was hit by Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, only had the skin between his eyebrows slightly concave...

The sword force was blocked!

"How is it possible?"

Xiao Kongtong's sword is so powerful that it can be seen from all kinds of subtle details.

Hua Changdeng cultivates his physical body?

But even if it is the physical body of the Holy Emperor, it is impossible to stop such a strong and powerful sword!

"Wow..."

The screen and the candle ground, accompanied by a light sound.

At that time, the Guizhe Holy Mountain was in the void for thousands of miles, and an invisible force wave was spread out, which seemed to be caused by the confrontation between two extremely strong and fierce forces.

One is the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, everyone knows it.

But where does the other force come from?

It is invisible at all, but as soon as the force wave swept, the whole world was cracked like a spider web!

"The second world is going to be shattered?"

The spectators from Lingyu Mountain who were brought here all had painful faces, as if they were cut into pieces by thousands of knives. It was clearly the old sin that was affected by the residual force.

Xiao Kongtong's figure finally condensed.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and he clamped Kongtong Wuxiang Sword with both hands, pressing Hua Changdeng's forehead and pushing down desperately.

"Swish..."

Blood splattered.

Some people saw dark green blood pierced out from the tip of the sword, splashing high in the air, and then being crushed by the silver light of the sword.

"See blood!"

But there was no time to rejoice.

It was the appearance of this drop of soul blood that Hua Changdeng seemed to sober up, and the dim light in his eyes was bright and gathered at the center of his eyebrows.

In an instant, the place where he was stabbed turned blood-red!

"It's not blood..."

There were many ancient sword cultivators among the spectators.

At a glance, most people saw that this was part of the ghost sword technique, the red ghost sign!

"Through the way, the force penetrates time and space!"

Xiao Kongtong shouted loudly, pressing down with both hands.

Behind him and around his sword, the space suddenly twisted and exploded.

But...

"The strength is still good, and the judgment is also accurate."

"It's a pity that the foundation is a little bit poor after all."

After sobering up, Hua Changdeng was clearly no longer young, as if he had completely understood the future.

At the position of the red ghost sign at the center of his eyebrows, with this sound, the tip of the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword slowly extended a dark green edge.

A sword!

An indescribable sword!

With the surging power of the sword mind and the foundation of Xiao Kongtong for more than 30 years, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword twisted and retreated inch by inch.

"Hiss! This..."

Everyone's scalp was numb.

It can be seen that Xiao Kongtong has tried his best.

Hua Changdeng did not use the ghost hunter, but the ghost hunter was clearly on the table beside him, accompanying the copper lamp!

Then what kind of sword is this?

"Sword Ghost?!"

Xiao Kongtong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He knew the three swords of the sword ghost, but he had never seen what the sword ghost was. He never thought that one of the three swords of the sword ghost could come out of the red ghost sign?

"The sword mind is magnificent and the foundation is profound."

"In fact, your strength is already above the contemporary sword immortals."

"It's a pity that after I cultivated the sword ghost, the ghost of will protected my body, not only the present, but also the past and the future... sneak attack is destined to be useless."

Hua Changdeng's lips twitched, and his body did not move at all.

He still leaned his back against the broken willow, with one elbow on his left knee, and his posture was casual, without changing at all.

The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was completely pushed away by the sword ghost in the red ghost sign, and could not move forward any further.

The three-foot ghost was full of majesty.

The sword body was the same shape as the hunting ghost, and the appearance was exactly the same, but it was entangled with countless resentful souls, and I don’t know how many people’s lives in the mortal world were involved.

If we say that the 30-year sword mind of Xiao Kongtong is based on the shoulders of the Eight Masters, it was slowly cultivated in peacetime.

Hua Changdeng’s three swords of the sword ghost, with the same sword age, are new ways to create the world. Not only nurturing, but also killing, but also precipitating all the soul and ancient sword skills that have been experienced along the way to the realm of the Holy Emperor.

"You can’t see the mystery of the sword."

"But you can see the ghost, and you can be regarded as the best among the young generation of ancient sword cultivators in the world."

Hua Changdeng closed his eyes after he finished speaking.

Boom!

The entire cracked second world was almost blown to pieces.

The spectators felt as if struck by lightning, and felt great pain, but they found that they were not ejected from the Holy Mountain of Guizhe. Instead, they were thrown back into the illusion?

"No..."

"It's not an illusion sword technique!"

The Holy Mountain of Guizhe collapsed, and the screen and the ground were broken.

The sky was covered by the night, and the ghost eyes of Qingming cracked, and the faint light spread across the earth. In this world, Fengdu has been established!

All over the mountains and plains, there are jagged and strange rocky mountains, and withered and ugly trees grow. The earth is divided into two, half of which is rolling with lava, and the other half is crackling with frozen frost.

Under the prison of ice and fire, Hua Changdeng seems to be leaning against the broken willow, but his mind has escaped into the ghost eyes of Qingming, looking down from a high place.

"Order this: Fengdu Mind Ghost, the prison of ice and fire, command the ten kings of hell to suppress Kongtong Wuxiang."

Boom!

A command was given.

Xiao Kongtong's knees sank suddenly, and his bones cracked. He was almost knocked to the ground by the overwhelming aura.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, and he raised his head with difficulty, looking at the sky in disbelief.

He saw the vastness of the blue sky, and suddenly from the sky, ten towering and ancient Senluo Palaces descended around him.

On the palace, some held big knives, some raised big swords, some held giant spears, and some were wrapped in ghost chains... Ten ghost kings wearing soul helmets, hundreds of feet tall, stepping on bone dragons, and wearing red cloaks on their shoulders, descended brazenly.

"Ten Lords of the Ten Palaces, get the order!"

Ten voices merged into one, deafening.

The spectators were shocked, their eardrums were cracked, and goose bumps stood up all over their bodies. At the same time, they felt that just one look would make them feel dead.

In the next breath, the prison of ice and fire collapsed and shrank inward, and it suddenly clamped Xiao Kongtong's time and space plane, exiling him to the spot, unable to escape.

"Suppress!"

The ten hell masters raised their weapons, and the bone dragons under their seats roared.

Surrounding Xiao Kongtong, the ten ancient temples of Senluo, which were as big as mountains, also collapsed and shrank inward, and directly hit Xiao Kongtong.

"Puff!"

Even if Kongtong's Wuxiang Sword took the lead in suppressing it, it formed a protective barrier and tried to resist the shrinking of the ten halls.

Through the sword mind barrier, the ten halls were like ten swords. Xiao Kongtong was in it and felt the power of Mo Jianshu and Tou Dao. He was blasted to spurt blood and felt dizzy.

After a sudden trance, he realized that it was time for war and he could not fall into coma and force himself to wake up.

The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces is riding a bone dragon and dancing with weapons. He has clearly deceived him!

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Jiejiejie..."

"Quack quack..."

In the midst of all kinds of miserable laughter, the soul chain was thrown out, binding Xiao Kongtong's soul, and he pulled it up hard, causing the soul and body to separate in a split second.

The sledgehammer was thrown away and hit the out-of-control body. It shattered the chest and bones, passed through the body, and stained the sky with blood. It was terrible to see.

The long knife slashes, the giant sword crosses the neck...

The heavy spear was thrown, the two axes were forked...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughing at Kongtong's pain, he actually laughed wantonly, making those watching the battle shudder.

Desperate situation!

A complete desperate situation!

Is this a flashback?

Among the chaotic Lingyu Mountain and Pingfengzhudi, Xiao Kongtong completely let himself go and dedicated himself to the ancient swordsmanship.

"The bright sun rises with fear, the sword rises, and the cold wind sings my heart."

"It's better to sleep together and bury this body than to perform a spiritual play during the Qingming Festival."

Misty songs descended from the sky, and everyone watched in horror, but when they heard the sound of the sword's words moving, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword also shone with bright silver light, which was the last song:

"Heaven's solution·Kongtong has no appearance!"

With a hiss, the laughter disappeared into nothingness.

However, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword buzzed and shook, and the sword thought spread like water waves, breaking through the exile of the Prison of Ice and Fire, and bursting the shackles of the Ten Halls of Senluo.

A silvery moon hangs high in Fengdu.

Then, Qingming broke through the cracks, and the Shenyue Immortal City, which was slightly illusory but also real, crashed down.

The fairy city stands in the clouds, and the misty clouds and smoke make the way.

There are nine planned in the city, the nine cities turn into nine swords, the nine swords combine into a formation, the sacrificial formation becomes the Tao, and the Tao becomes the sword bones.

"Who can fight?!"

Xiao Kongtong burst into the world and turned into a giant statue of thousands of feet. He stepped on the fairy city and towered over Fengdu. He raised his hands above his head and gathered all his strength from the top of his head.

Long!

The image of the Moon Fairy City was shattered in response, turning into endless sword light, varying and interacting. The silver light cut through the night sky like a snake, and the thief merged into the body of the colossus.

The Laughing Kongtong Colossus pulled out its spine, pulled out the gigantic Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, and slashed down with the sword.

"Bang bang bang..."

The hell of ice and fire shattered.

The horizontal sword sweeps again.

"Boom boom boom..."

The ten palaces of Senluo were blown up.

At this moment, the Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces was already trembling.

Is this crazy ancient sword cultivator so terrifying after Tianjie?

But before he could escape, the giant statue smiled and commanded Kongtong to send his sword away. The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword turned everything into nothingness and was placed in the avenue.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The sword body is not visible, and the sword light shines in four directions.

The armor of the Lord of Hell of the Tenth Hall exploded to pieces, falling apart, and was cut into countless pieces while wailing.

"town!"

The giant statue smiled at Kongtong, clasped his hands together, took back the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, and slammed it down.

Boom——

This sword seemed to have pierced the hearts of those watching the battle, shocking their souls and making them look horrified.

This sword is intended to penetrate Fengdu.

But at this point, Xiao Kongtong seems to be exhausted.

It took him all his strength to stab the sword three times before it penetrated and cut through the image of Fengdu surrounding the second world.

"Hua... long... lamp..."

The giant statue smiled at Kongtong, holding the sword and staring at the ghost eyes in the void. With a flick of his wrist, Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was about to tear the sky apart.

In this battle, he will realize his dream!

…

call out!

A soft sound rang in the ears of those watching the battle.

Chaos, explosions, and shocks all returned to this sound and gradually faded away.

Yigui struck out with a sword, one step ahead of the giant statue of Xiao Kongtong, passed through its chest, and forcibly smashed it into pieces.

"puff!"

Xiao Kongtong opened his mouth and spurted blood.

Thanks to the increase in the Great Dao after the Heavenly Dissolution, his remaining body was barely recovered.

At this time, the heavenly solution was broken, and after he was beaten back to his original human form, he was left with only the image of a bloody man. His hands and feet were trembling, and it was difficult to lift the sword. He was exhausted.

call out!

The noise reappears.

It was still a ghost of sword intent, breaking through the sky, knocking Kongtong Wuxiang Sword away without any delay, and passed through Xiao Kongtong's body.

"puff!"

Blood stained the air.

Time seems to be slow.

Xiao Kongtong saw the sky in the blood curtain.

So vague, so vast, so unattainable...

With a ghostly sword, the Wuxiang Sword flew into Kongtong, pierced through Xiao Kongtong, penetrated into the broken flow of time and space, and returned to the starting point.

At this point, in the eyes of others, Xiao Kongtong was like a kite with its string cut off, and its body was thrown away. The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was unable to leave the body, and it neighed unwillingly.

call out!

But there was a third soft sound.

It was still a sword-intended ghost, which magnified in the pupils of countless spectators. It passed from the front to the back of Xiao Kongtong without any explanation, splitting the skull.

"..."

The world finally returned to peace.

The image of Fengdu disappears, and the ghost eyes disappear.

In front of the screen and the candle floor, there is an ancient table and a copper lamp. The hunting ghost remains motionless, and the Hua Chang lamp is still with one elbow on his knee, leaning against a broken willow tree, with a casual posture that has not changed at all.

There was neither sadness nor joy on his face. He watched Xiao Kongtong fall from the top of the holy mountain and was slashed into the bottomless black abyss. He watched the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword cry unwillingly and follow him away, but he was powerless. Return to heaven.

Thirty years of sword thoughts finally failed to gather together, and scattered in the void, causing Qing Ming to shed tears.

Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, lowered his head, returned time to the past, and ended his sweet dream.

The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the past are like foaming phantoms. Everything seems to have never happened. Only what the bystander sees and hears may be true:

"You saw the ghost you wanted to see."

“You can’t get back any of the people you want.”