Chapter 1880 Twenty-One

"One foot 8 in the sky! Who dares to be a Qingju?"

The comments in front of you have brushed, neatly, form a wave, and flood the whole vision.

The preaching pictures of tens of millions of people seem to be completely tamed, and no one dares to speak wildly, leaving only the screen.

The matchmaker trembled with excitement, but for the first time, she refused to turn off the comments in the preacher.

She wiped into the high altitude over and over again, swept to the sword sea, swept towards the famous sword, and swept towards the hazy and magnificent figure.

"How, how powerful ..."

On weekdays, the tongue is like her. At this moment, I realize that the vocabulary I have mastered is so barren, but I can't use the gorgeous words to describe the scene I see now.

Of course, the loser is not only the matchmaker. At this time, all the preacher holding the apricot, each could not stop shaking.

Each apricot is all swiping the screen.

With the phrase "Wan Jian returns to the Zong", the thunder is flat, and no one can calm down.

"One foot of the sky is known, who dares to be the Qingju?"

It is true that in the second half of the sentence, in recent decades, you can only say that young people who do not know about the world still do not understand.

But in the first half of the sentence, this time, it was old and young, and they all understood.

The realm of turning his hands and rain is overwhelming. The order is both out, and the famous sword worships the calmness.

Why is it difficult to climb?

Eight virtues, a word is enough!

After the crazy screen brushing the screen, when the famous sword was stopped, the five -domain viewers calmed down slightly.

Some people count the number of famous swords, from enthusiasm to anxiety, only a little bit worse.

"This sword is less?"

"Evil swords, blood swords, magic swords, demon swords, rod swords, crane swords, although the famous swords are empty, the momentum is huge, more magnificent than the sword sea, but you count it, this is only six?"

"Jiange chasing the moon, black spells, etc. have also come, and the sword in the sword in Jianzu was also coming. I also saw Gu Lao's Meiyuyu, but these are not the famous swords listed in the world, right? "" "

"Yes, although the other swords are okay, but the twenty -one famous sword is the twenty -one. There are only six numbers on the list.

"Why is it okay?" Chasing the moon is a god sword wind without marks, you stupid, do you know the concept of the wind without marks, the first person below the sword god! Chasing the moon Is it funny?

"There are also Emperor Sword, Xuan Jian Taicheng, and Divine Sword Xuancang. These are all over the world. Where can I not be compared to the famous sword twenty -one?"

"But the famous sword is a famous sword. Where can I find alternatives? This is not to buy food. This is not enough. There is a summary of the sword god inheritance!"

"Family in front of the wind, you have to laugh at the old juice ..."

"What about the sword over Fusang City? I remember who had watched who had been wondering before. Is Brother Xiao not taking two or three famous swords?"

"Yes! Laughing!"

So everyone started to laugh.

The preacher was extremely clever, and the guy who was paralyzed behind Ling Lake was gone.

"Brother Kendo, I can't stand up anymore ..."

Laughing was too severe.

He and Xiao Wanfeng could be called a brother and brother, and supported each other to get up, but he couldn't do it.

"Hey! Look at it!"

"Even if the spirit sword and the famous sword are just okay, what is the puppet that is about, how can it be trembling, as if I want to go to heaven?"

"Haha, it's a bit funny, isn't that the broken sack that the eighth sword fairy has always carried — not only the sword, but the ancient sword -Xiu packed bag, but also dream?"

"No, brother, your information is too backward. Those who bring sacks have always been a smile of the eighth. Who is the sack of sacks?"

"But then again, why does Xiao Yan always drag up a sack? You can't be filled with famous swords?"

"What shit, how can my brother disrespect the famous sword so much?"

There are only a few of the refutation.

Soon, the preaching owners felt that there was something wrong. On the preaching picture of everyone, the comments were alienated:

"?"

"? ??"

"??????"

All question marks.

There are also people who marked the comments of the shit guy, and responded to a series of "?", And "!", Which were all symbols invented by the grandpa.

"Om!"

There are dreams with a buzzing sack, and I want to go to heaven.

But after all, it is just a sack, no sword spirit, no wings, and it has been hit twice and smashed the ground.

"咣“, ”“ ... "

The sound of the iron block impact was made inside.

Under the rhythm of the sword of the high -altitude sword, it was so mild, but so harsh.

"sack!"

The five -domain was boiling, and the sloppy bag of the drum was definitely not an ordinary sack.

"Mr. Yiren, I have a busy asking you to help."

On the side of Linghu, Xiaoxiao struggled for a long time, but he couldn't get up. He could only ask for help.

"What's the matter?"

When Mei Yiren turned around at each other's palm apricots and golden apricots, he knew it was a big deal. He quickly returned to the wind and clouds, and shook the paper fan.

Laughing pointed at his feet: "Kick over."

"Tips."

Mei Yi people did a foot.

The sack "Dang Dang" sounded, only half a foot.

His expression twitched sharply, his chest was broken and bleeding, and he almost covered his toes and jumped up.

But under the attention, this is impossible!

The Mei Yi people endured the pain, the paper fan was together, and everything was sword. Shi Shiran pointed the sack in the past, which was extremely powerful.

"call……"

Laughing caught the sack, Chang Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression began to become hot.

Xiao Wanfeng felt the heat on his side, and he was surprised to turn back: "Brother, what do you want to do?"

"Brother Xiao, you are optimistic ..."

"What?"

"This sack, it will be handsome!"

"ah?"

Xiao Wanfeng puzzled.

But when I saw a brother with a smile on his side, his mouth suddenly grinned on the temple, his expression from fiery to enthusiastic, and finally became extremely embarrassed.

Regardless of his injuries, he stood up like Huiguang.

At the same time, the seal was stubborn, and the upstep of the feet flashed away at the foot of the feet, and then the slap slapped the big sack in front of him.

"Tibetan sword, solution!"

Drink it.

The golden light flashed on the sack, and the word "Tibetan" floated slowly.

After the hum trembled, the word "Tibetan" was cracked, split away, and turned into gold spots, which disappeared in the air.

"This is……"

Xiao Wanfeng's pupils suddenly enlarged.

Because of the solution of the Tibetan word sword, he obviously felt that the inside of the sacks was from scratch, and suddenly he climbed out of the vast sword qi.

In terms of experience, it is even more magnificent than Sword Sea above!

It's not just Xiao Wanfeng.

Behind him, Gou Wuyue, the wind listened to dust, Gu Qing, Qi Qi shocked his head.

Not only Gu Jianxiu.

Including Li You from Fusang City, the Lu Shihe, the Tie Da Meng, and the upper Taoist people who came from the city of Shengfu Tu, can also notice the strangeness.

"This sword qi ..."

Ling Lake fluctuated, and everyone was shocked.

Laughing grabbed the sack mouth and lifted it up hard.

At this moment, only the high -air teacher left in his eyes, but his tall figure, hissing and exhausted:

"The first! Eight! Sword! Xian!"

boom--

The bright silver sword gas sprayed out from the sack mouth.

For example, the floods that have been blocked by the dam for decades, and finally opened the gate at this moment, to be flooded, and it was full of wanton.

The sword is like a silver dragon, and the waterfall is diarrhea!

The fluctuation suddenly exploded, and even smiled and retreated, pushing the people of Ling Lake on the side of the wing.

After the sword qi, it was the sword.

Om!

The five -domain watcher, from each family to the picture, clearly visible to the torrent of sword qi, took the lead in flying two slender flying swords.

"Famous sword fourteen, sleeve sword double needle!"

"Laughing in Fusang City, the famous sword captured from the hands of the Cheng family!"

Did not stop.

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

This is just the beginning.

A loud sound, another black and white sword, followed the sleeve sword, accompanied by the sword qi torrent, the color of the human face was dark.

"The eighth sword, the double -shaped sword, the ghost wheel is sad!"

"Is that the sword of Yin Guizong, isn't Yin Guizong at the scene, and their sword has been taken? When is it?"

!

Another move.

At this moment, Dan Shenglu and the time, they couldn't calm down.

"Famous sword list ten, born swords, Da Luo Nine Days Born Sword!"

"Three, three, this is really a famous sword in this broken sack?"

After the three swords, the sword qi continued.

But the inside's famous sword, but not as expected by everyone, continued to free up the sky and arranged in the sword and sea.

"No?"

Just when everyone was disappointed.

Laughing hand grasped the sack mouth, his body shook.

The sack was like a humble version of the firearm. After silence, it was slightly drumming, and it turned quickly. In the end ...

", 咻, “-"

"Om, hum, oh-"

", 铿, 铿-"

The famous swords after another, the fish goes out.

Like no money, the sword sprayed from the sacks to the sky, and directly ignited the high -pitting of the five -domain viewers.

"Purple long sword ... Fifth name sword, Xianjian Zitian drunk, the eighth sword fairy's former sword!"

"Gravestone! White tombstone! The monument of the snowy city of the sword god era, the snow sword tomb famous cities, Saint Slave hit the Sangling Palace at night, won from Su Qianqian's hands!"

Su Qian Qian ...

Some preacher gave the picture to the fourth Laosi of the sword mound.

I have to say that this little girl is really strange. After the snow sword is robbed, she will get the magic sword and thousands of soldiers.

Unfortunately, in the end, all of them returned to Babu.

"besides!"

"Can't hold it at all, it's still spraying!"

"Famous Sword Fifteen, Dragon Sword, Green Large Spine! Wuyue Sword Fairy used to sacrifice the sword in the past, and later gave him the apprentice of the little red. Unfortunately, he couldn't afford it. "

"Too a lifetime water sword! That's the 16th Taoist sword. I know! At that time, when the grandfather attacked Dong Tianwang City at the night, the eight sacks of sacks passed through the Yao family and took away the famous sword in the hands of Mr. Yao Ye! I'm watching the battle next door ... a sword is really good! "" "" "" "" "" "" "" "" ""

"Black, that's the unknown? Dead sword, unknown! In the era of sword god, the saber killed by the sword saint, he is also the first generation of sword holders with four swords with fierce swords!"

One after another, a sword one after another.

Each famous sword is related to more than one story and legend.

In the end, even the comments of each apricot could not keep up with the speed of sword spraying, and the five domains were only numb.

"Drunk sword, the liquor in the wine ... I heard that the eight Zhuzun also took this sword, but later I hid it for some reason."

"Snake Sword, Fei Yi... Do you know this? I heard that its sword spirit is transformed from something in ancient times..."

"Look! The wounded sword, the Great Sadness Tears Sword! One of the eight swords worn by the masters, and also a famous sword forged by Kui Leihan!"

Familiar, unfamiliar.

Heard of, unheard of.

As soon as Xiao Kongtong's sack was opened, the horizons of the people in the five domains were more than a step higher, and the ancient sword cultivators by the Spirit Lake were even more so.

Rumors are not as good as meeting, and meeting is not as good as seeing everything.

It is still unknown how the next battle will be, but just seeing this scene of the famous swords gathered together is worth it.

"No more?"

Until the wounded sword ranked 21st reappeared, the sack in Xiao Kongtong's hand was completely deflated, and everyone still felt unsatisfied.

"Isn't it that the Saint Slave really meant to collect all the swords from the five domains? The Eight Lords weren't kidding."

"Xiao Kongtong is really... There are 21 famous swords, and sword holders of each generation regard them as treasures, and even risk the lives of their entire families to protect them. He really put the famous swords in the sack? That's too disrespectful!"

"No, why didn't I realize that there were famous swords in the sack before? If I had known earlier, I would have tried the weight of the senior brother from Canyue Fairy City."

"Wait! They haven't collected them yet, can you count them carefully?"

Some people were discussing, and some people kept counting the number of famous swords. They found that there were still a few missing swords when Xiao Kongtong stopped at the end?

At this time, a chuckle came from afar:

"Haha, it's so lively."

"That person, come and join in the fun!"

The screen turned at the right time.

But two figures came from the north, one tall and one short, one wearing a seductive red skirt with a high slit, and the other wearing a tight suit of the same color as the snow.

"This is..."

When they saw the person who laughed, their faces changed drastically:

"Fuck, a man?"

"Damn, it made me excited."

"Red skirt, with such a high slit, he must be the storyteller of the Holy Slave, right?"

The storyteller led Luo Leilei here, but he was actually nervous, and he didn't dare to say anything more.

As soon as he showed up, he flipped out the Yin-Yang Book of Life and Death, pinched his orchid finger, and the golden words of the ancient book came out as a sword:

"Brother, I'm here to help you, go!"

In response, the space on the Yin-Yang Book of Life and Death surged, and several swords swept out, led by three green whirlwinds.

"Spiritual Sword Qingfeng?"

"This is the sixth on the famous sword list, it's really in the shape of three small whirlwinds, the storyteller also has a famous sword?"

Li——

A sharp whistle sounded, and a famous sword of neither long nor short flew out, accompanied by the shadow of a bird spirit.

"Beast sword, Crazy Eagle Sword!"

"I know that, Crazy Eagle lives near the White Cave, it seems that the Saint Slave Chief passed by and took it away, no wonder it was not in the Xiaokongtong sack."

Everyone waited for a while.

The storyteller scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with his sweet tongue: "No more."

The Five Domains immediately cursed, and were irritated again.

But business is more important. After counting carefully, there are many famous swords in Jianhai, but including the ghost hunter that cannot be taken from Hua Changdeng...

"One sword is still missing!"

"Twenty famous swords, all present, but the third-ranked Yanmang is still missing!"

"Who has Yanmang? The Eighth Sword Immortal is in front of you. If you know what's good for you, why don't you come out and die quickly and hand over your sword?"

Not to mention, for a while, no one can remember where Yanjian Yanmang is.

Until Xiao Wanfeng frowned and said thoughtfully:

"Yanmang, hasn't it always been in Shouye's hands?"

Everyone remembered something at this time, and they didn't doubt it, but they were confused.

Yes, Shouye.

Where did Shouye go? It's okay if he didn't see him, but he wouldn't let him down at the critical moment, right?