Chapter 1879 Honor

Whether you look at it or not, it is not a reason for you to take my sword.

Everyone knows it, and Hua Changdeng knows it too, that Ba Zun An practices the art of observing swordsmanship, and can nourish the spirit sword with the power of name.

Even if it is his own sword, if it is held for a long time, it is likely to betray.

"Ghost Hunter!"

Hua Changdeng's eyes were slightly cold, and he stretched out his hand to summon it.

The Ghost Hunter immediately broke free from Ba Zun An's hands and flew towards the original owner.

"Hahaha!"

Ba Zun An laughed loudly, grabbed the Ghost Hunter's tail, and his sword thought flashed in his eyes, observing the body of the Ghost Hunter's sword.

Buzz!

Silver light was bright.

The body of the Ghost Hunter's sword trembled wildly, and it couldn't help but groan in the void, which was obviously very comfortable.

"Brother Hua, please be patient."

"It's just borrowing it, I'm not going to take your sword."

Ba Zun An couldn't tell whether he was sober or half drunk.

He didn't even bother to care about Hua Changdeng's charcoal-like face. He turned around and looked around the Spirit Lake, and his voice spread in all directions:

"The ancient sword way, the first sword ancestor, and now the sword ancestor has reincarnated, leaving only twenty-one famous swords scattered in all directions."

"There was a rumor that by collecting twenty-one famous swords, one can summon the sword ancestor's inheritance, obtain the fate of the ancestor god, and reach the mysterious."

"Whether the ancient sword way is mysterious or not, true or false, I, the Eight An, don't know, but the sword ancestor knows, and the twenty-one famous swords know."

"Unfortunately, the holy slave has collected thirty swords and has made some achievements. Today, we may be able to verify one or two."

"Brother Hua." The Eight An said, looking back at Hua Changdeng, "Give me face?"

The spectators from the five domains were immediately in an uproar.

Everyone knows that the collection of twenty-one famous swords can bring about unknown miracles.

But if the Eight Ans don't say that it can summon the sword ancestor's inheritance and even the fate of the ancestor god, the world has no way of knowing.

Now everyone's appetite was whetted, staring at Hua Changdeng with burning eyes:

"Give it to me quickly!"

"He said, it's just borrowing, not taking the sword."

"Hua Changdeng, what are you afraid of? If the Eight Lords want it, just give it to him. What are you afraid of? Can you be killed?"

"No, there are twenty-one famous swords... Where are there so many famous swords at the scene?"

There were also calm people who carefully counted the ancient sword cultivators wearing famous swords. At most, there were only about ten, and it was clear that most of them were missing.

Where are the other famous swords?

It's impossible that half of the famous swords can summon the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor and the fate of the Ancestral God?

"Impossible!"

Hua Changdeng's face was determined, and he hooked his fingers.

The body of the Ghost Hunting Sword broke the sword thought, regained its autonomy, and flew into the air again, flying towards the original owner, and was grabbed by him.

Borrow?

It's easy to say, but who knows if you have bad intentions?

But Ba Zun'an was drunk and mad. Seeing this, his eyes narrowed and his face lost the tricky look. It was obvious that he was too lazy to say anything and wanted to rob directly!

"I've given you the face."

He saw his toes point, and the ripples of the Spirit Lake were light.

Under the attention of the crowd, Ba Zun'an, dressed in white, jumped up and leaped into the sky. His momentum flew with his sleeves, and suddenly broke through the universe.

"Boom!"

The nine heavens thundered and golden light spread.

The magnificent momentum broke through the black and white colors of the Spirit Lake, broke through the scenery of Fengdu and the sunrise, and sprinkled on the black-haired and white-clothed figure in the void, as if he was in the sky, and crowned him in public.

Ba Zun'an raised his chin slightly, looked at him with disdain, and said loudly:

"Anyone who holds a sword is called a servant."

"Anyone who holds a sword is called a sword master."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's face changed, and Gou Wuyue was no exception.

Of course, this is the truth, and the Ten Thousand Swords Technique is based on this. However, over the years, in the era of soul refining, the concept of sword master and sword servant has long faded.

Even those who practice the Ten Thousand Swords Technique respect the sword.

Most of the time, the sword holder and the sword are friends and grow side by side. Only in this way can they develop a tacit understanding and have the probability of unity.

The Eighth Master, drinking and going crazy, has it reached this point?

"What does he want to do?"

"What is the Eighth Sword Immortal? He is already paranoid!"

"He only drank a few pots, and he has no respect for the sword to this extent? He actually wants to snatch the ghost hunting from Emperor Hua Sheng? Can he do it?"

Not only the ancient sword cultivators felt uncomfortable.

Many famous swords around were moved by this sound, buzzing angrily, and about to explode.

Yue Lian in Gu Qingyi's hand, Gu Qinger's stunning enchantress, Su Qianqian's Wanbing Mozu, Lei Shuangxing's Chu Shen Staff...

People live for a breath, Buddhas fight for a stick of incense, and so do famous swords.

Moreover, in this world, the status of famous swords is highly praised.

Even if the underlying facts are as Ba Zun'an said, the sword holder will at least give respect when using the sword and the technique.

Ba Zun'an's words undoubtedly tore open the scars of all famous swords!

"Li——"

He Jian Tingchen was also angry.

Feng Tingchen hurriedly pressed the famous sword in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Ba Zun'an, who was covered with golden light in the sky, with a moving face.

"Wanjianshu..."

He knew what Ba Zun'an was going to do.

Using force to force people, this is Wanjianshu, this is the absolute imperial system!

Perhaps the young people of this era have adapted to the equal respect relationship between swords and people, but the seven sword immortals of the previous generation all knew it...

The Eighth Sword Immortal in the past took a look and took up the sword, and took up the sword and the heaven was enlightened, which is shocking!

The master-servant relationship is difficult to establish in others, so it gradually fades and evolves into equal respect.

These words, spoken by the Eighth An, are golden words, and the law follows the order.

Sure enough, Eight of the Eighth Zun was holding his head. After tearing the famous sword scars, the momentum no longer contained hidden, and he sang all the way.

"Xuanzhu dotted the twelve jade, the crowned pattern dragon is the respect."

"Emperor's order: Wan Jian returns to Zong!"

The five -domain frying sound, through the clouds and the moon, the otoscope was cracked.

In the middle of the way, everyone only saw that at the high altitude, there were eight in the high altitude, and at the high altitude, they suddenly spin the spiral and the extremely beautiful kendo.

His hands were printed with both hands and referred to.

Not only is the potential, it is a swordsmanship, it seems that there are some ancient swordsmanship?

In the moment, the upper and easel maps from the bottom to the small, from large to small, and after lifting their body, they remitted a little golden in the top of the eight heads, bumped and bumped, and launched endless golden light waves at high altitude.

"Om !!!"

The vast pressure is under the cover of the sky.

Behind the eighth, a huge and illusory black crown Xuan robe emperor appeared in the eight distinct.

This phase is an emperor's sword, one hand holding the emperor's seal, Wicaga's four seas, must not be forced, with the eight voices, the emperor's horizontal sword, and the emperor's seal in the void, the majesty of the majesty, covering five domains:

"Order: Wan Jian returns to Zong."

Nympho

The city of death.

Beibei raised his eyes, looking at the black crown Xuan robe emperor in the distant cloud, completely lost his mind.

"Ancient swordsmanship: Emperor Zun Yin?"

"The Biography of Jianzu" contains: the world's thousand swords, no respect for the sword ancestor, the deed ‘emperor’ s seal ’, printed with the sword followed, it must not be against it.”

"Regardless of the famous sword twenty -one, the five major artifacts of chaos, including the wounded sword in the nine supreme artifacts, and all the spirit swords of the sword god era on the relics monument, they were all planted by the sword god."

"'Absolute Emperor's System', 'Emperor's Seal', and 'Emperor's Sword Unique', the three of them are the real 'absolute', not tolerance."

"But isn't this emperor's seal lost?"

"The ancient swordsmanship was lost, except for Liu Fuyu's sword steps brought out of the sword building fifty -four kills ..."

The thoughts of North and North have risen here.

She was stunned.

Either Badong had been to Jianlou, but there was an emperor seal in the Jianlou, but some words were not passed away.

The rest, there is only one possibility:

"Those who climb the peak of Wanjian, can from the upstream map of the Auspicious array, the launch of the‘ Emperor ’s Seal’ ... ”

"But isn't this legend?"

"Legend, isn't it impossible to achieve it?"

"For so many years in the southern domain Feng family, and the swordsmanship of the swordsmanship, with Jiange, can not push out the" Emperor's Seal "of Wan Sword Art!"

Beibei lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand.

The sword in the hands of the black crown Xuan robe emperor behind her was an amplified version of the proportion of the emperor's sword in her hand.

But the real emperor sword, clearly in his own hands, did he exhibit the emperor's seal?

"Wan Jian Guizong!"

When the emperor was drinking this order, the emperor sword flew up out of thin air, breaking away from his self -restraint, and flying into the distance.

"Hello!"

Beibei panicked and hurriedly reached out.

The Emperor Jian's independence was taken by the unknown power, and the flow of time and space was completely disappeared.

"?"

On the head of Beibei, the question mark first jumped out, and then suddenly realized: "The way of time?

With a wow, the north and the north opened their lower legs, and they rushed out of the city of death, rushing to the direction of Lingyu Mountain:

"Thief! Yeah!"

"Damn eight, the emperor sword is mine! Mine! You return to me!"

Nympho

In the Eastern Region, Ginseng Yuexian City.

Earlier, the long lantern came to the five domains, and the sword that was hung by out of the air had already returned to their respective swordsmen.

But when the Lingyu Mountain is in the middle of the realm, the eight emperors were drinking each other.

"Wan Jian Guizong!"

A pointer appeared more terrifying than before.

Wanjian is horizontal, turns into a sword flow, brushed towards the west, crosses the mountains and rivers, and flows to the direction of the Lingyu in the middle of the domain.

"Ah! My sword!"

"I'm not on the front battlefield, I don't respect you eight, don't confiscate my sword!"

"No, do you want the Shipin Lingjian bought by 1,562 yuan of Lingjing, do you want it?

Nympho

"Wan Jian Guizong!"

The funeral of the sword mound, the thousands of worshipers stared at the sword flow, and ran towards the mid -domain, without the ability to stop.

Not only the sword worshiped, but even the past named sword and near -name sword in the sword -mortar washing sword pool, they also ran to eight.

"The eighth sword fairy ..."

At this moment, everyone looked at the emperor's appearance in the far away, and his mouth was round, only to see the miracles.

The Eastern Realm has been silent for thirty years, and reproduces the scene of the former "Sword to the Eight"!

"It's over, it's over!"

Inside the sword mound, next to the sword pond, Wen Ting slammed his legs and laughed, and stomped his feet and danced:

"Wan Jian is gone, you are left!"

"It's over, it's over, it's all over, explosion, Qingju!"

"Beaming as a sword, even after the break, you can't even call it. You even see the opportunity of his last side, and miss it!"

There is no mistake, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

"Ah, hahahahaha ..."

Qingju said nothing.

Qingju was crying angrily.

Nympho

"Go, all passed!"

Fengjia City, Jianhai covered the sky for a moment, and it was empty again, and all rushed to the north. The scene was spectacular.

The house of Fengjia, all the family members, but when the ancient bells were sounded outside the sword, the door was opened, and a dozen swords were surged.

"Dragon Pattern, Star Picking, Sky Evil, Black Curse..."

"Oh my God, the swords that no one has been able to summon in the Sword Pavilion for hundreds of years and the swords obtained by the contract have all been summoned out?"

"No! Not only summoned, but also gone! The swords of the Sword Pavilion couldn't withstand the power of summoning, and were all summoned by the eight masters... Wait, what is that?"

"Chasing the Moon!!!"

The Feng family was almost going crazy.

Everyone looked at the three-foot-long sword that came out of the Sword Pavilion last. The sword came out with the moonlight, and the yin and yang turned against it. They hugged their heads in disbelief.

"The sword of our ancestor Feng Wuhen, Zhuiyue!"

"Zhuiyue has also been born? Zhuiyue hasn't been born for tens of thousands of years, right?"

"Don't panic, Zhuiyue is the sword of our ancestor. Without the 'Emperor Seal', he shouldn't obey the summons of the Eight Lords...ah?"

"It's over! Ancestor Zhuiyue is excited! Zhuiyue has also gone to join in the fun!"

"Old Patriarch, come back quickly, something big has happened!"

...

"All of them are coming."

The spirit swords from all over the five regions flew in from all directions like locusts passing through.

When they came to the Eight Lords and the black-crowned and black-robed emperor behind them, they stopped at the same time, lowered their heads to show respect and submission, and spread out in a fan shape in a very orderly manner in the sky.

The fan shape became a circle...

The circle became a sphere...

The sea of ​​swords!

The real sea of ​​swords!

In a short moment, Lingyu Mountain Lake was filled with a sea of ​​swords that covered the sky and the sun, and countless spirit swords were roaring and rushing behind them.

From the tenth grade to the first grade, from the spirit sword to the soul sword...

Double-edged, six-edged, pointed, oblique, long sword, short sword, heavy sword, broad sword...

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, black and white, illusory, everything that should be there, everything is there.

On the top of the Spirit Lake, under the Emperor, it was like a sword exhibition of the highest level for the people of the Five Domains, with various colors and shapes, dazzling and overwhelming.

All those who have spiritual swords will attend the meeting and bow down at the command of the Eight Lords.

"Is this the Ten Thousand Swords Technique?"

"Is this the first realm, the Absolute Imperial System?"

The sea of ​​swords was in the sky, and the scene was not even shocking, but it was so scary that people's scalps were numb.

"No, I can also practice the Absolute Imperial System!"

"Why is the Absolute Imperial System of the Eight Lords a little different from my Absolute Imperial System? Am I practicing a fake Ten Thousand Swords Technique?"

"... A little?"

The spectators from the Five Domains were completely boiling.

Compared with the previous discussion of the game and the Tao, it was boring and tedious because ordinary people didn't understand it.

The Eight Lords said, "I am crowned with twelve jade tassels and crowned with dragon patterns, and I am called the Lord." Everyone's thoughts boiled and their blood surged.

And the purpose of calling the Lord the Sword was not limited to this.

On the bank of the Spirit Lake, a sword holder finally couldn't hold the sword in his hand and was forced to let go.

"Yue Lian!"

The first on the list of famous swords, the evil sword Yue Lian.

The sword body is wrapped with a sealing belt, which is airtight.

At this time, it was unsheathed, with a buzzing sound, and the gray straps were untied without permission.

"Woo woo--"

At that time, the sky was dark, and evil spirits invaded half of the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of swords in the sea of ​​swords were frightened and trembled together, and retreated back and forth, making way for the evil sword Yue Lian in front, and dared not cross.

"Huh..."

Gu Qingyi exhaled heavily, his face full of shock, looking at the evil sword Yue Lian who was moving away from him in disbelief.

Compared with the anger of the Eight Masters when the concept of "master and servant" came out, Gu Qingyi was in tune with Yue Lian at this moment, and he clearly felt the strong fear and trembling.

"Is this the appeal of the Eight Masters?"

Buzz!

The second junior brother's sword also took off.

The blood sword, the stunning enchantress, once this sword went up to the sky, blood evil filled the sky, the scarlet wilderness, and the sea of ​​swords retreated again, panic-stricken.

Gu Qinger, who was one of the Seven Sword Immortals, wailed behind him.

Gu Qingyi felt that the voice was so far away, and he couldn't hear the content at all, leaving only his thoughts drifting in the wind and rain:

"Sword Immortal..."

"Same as Sword Immortals... No! The Eight Masters are not even Sword Immortals..."

Buzz!

Fourth on the Famous Sword List, the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Soldiers Demon Ancestor, in the sky.

This sword is very domineering. At that time, the demonic energy was overflowing, and it overwhelmed the sea of ​​swords, trying to compete with Yue Lian and the stunning enchantress.

"Not among the sword immortals, but forced to rank eighth..."

Buzz!

The voice of the demon sword Nu Lan, the ninth on the famous sword list, was heard in the sky.

"In the brilliant era of the heroes, the light overwhelmed Master Wen Ting, and only a few of the ten seats could be compared with him..."

Buzz!

The twelfth famous sword, the staff sword, drew the divine staff, and was heard in the sky.

"For thirty years, countless ancient sword cultivators in the East Region worshiped him. The real seven sword immortals did not respect him, but instead worshipped him as a new god, which was almost crazy..."

Buzz!

The thirteenth famous sword, the crane sword Tingchen, was heard in the sky.

"Is this the eighth sword immortal?"

Buzz...

Buzz buzz buzz...

Gu Qingyi's head was buzzing, and the dizziness exploded in his skull again and again.

The higher the famous sword flew, the more the sea of ​​swords retreated.

The eight masters standing in the void with their hands behind their backs, and the emperor in black crown and black robe behind them, the more imposing they were, the farther they were from each other.

"I..."

Gu Qingyi stretched out his hand and touched the sky, as if he wanted to reach something.

He couldn't even feel angry at this moment, and there was only a strong feeling of powerlessness in his heart - how much effort did he spend to get Yuelian back then? With just one word from the eight masters, all the famous swords came rushing over?

Gu Qingyi was in a trance.

He envied the talents of his second and third junior brothers.

He also accepted the concept of "diligence can make up for lack of talent, and the early bird catches the worm".

Over the years, with the encouragement of his master Wen Ting, he has always been half a step ahead of several junior brothers with his tenacious fighting spirit, and firmly sat on the position of the eldest brother of the Buried Sword Tomb.

"Effort?"

"Talent?"

Gu Qingyi has always believed that as long as one works hard enough, one can reach talent with tenacious will... Man can conquer nature!

"Is it really so?"

When legends are no longer legends, you can see it with your own eyes.

When the talent that overwhelms talent is realized in front of you, the dream wakes up.

"Unattainable..."

Gu Qingyi looked up.

Surrounded by the sea of ​​swords, the Eight Immortals and the black-crowned and black-robed emperor behind them are almost one.

No!

They are originally one!

Gu Qingyi finally fully understood why after the battle of the Ten Thrones, Master Wen Ting, who was a Seven Sword Immortal, returned to the Buried Sword Tomb and did not come out for thirty years, even without a name.

What to do?

What to do?

"Tao?"

"What is Tao?"

"Where is Tao? Is it on a high mountain? Is it above the blue sky? There is no end at all..."

Eight!

This one-word legend.

Gu Qingyi has been practicing Taoism for so many times that his ears are almost calloused.

In trance and haziness, in confusion and hesitation, when he looked up again, he seemed to be unable to distinguish between him and me...

He almost lost his mind.

So much so that he could not see anything in his eyes.

The vast sea of ​​swords is the sky, and the unattainable is Tao.

And in the "sword" and "Tao", the figure of the white-robed swordsman with golden scales, breaking through the clouds and the sky, seems not to be a person of this world, but a banished immortal from heaven.

"No wonder that era dared to call him that..."

"The sky is one foot high..."