In Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong is still dragging a big sack, holding the eight familiar faces, looking at the saints in the sky with a smile.
After beating up the Cheng family's half-sage whose name he couldn't remember, and driving away his bad friends, he set his sights on Alchemy Saint Lu Shiyu.
To be more precise, he was eyeing the Da Luo Jiu Tian Xuan Sword in his hand.
"Ten on the list of famous swords, it has always been known as a raw sword. In ancient times, it was one of the swords of the Great Sword Saint Hua Weiyang."
"After many twists and turns, in this era, the sword holder has been lost, and is guarded by the city of pagoda."
"But it does not live up to the name of the 'sword of life'. To cure diseases and save people, it is enough to penetrate it with one sword. However, the sword is a sword after all, and the main murderer is the murderer. After all, the person who needs the sword is the murderer, not the sword holder.
Alchemy Saint, Soldier Saint, Formation Saint..."
Xiao Zunxue picked up the old sack and slowly stepped into the air.
He spoke freely as he went along, without any scruples, completely ignoring the increasingly dark complexion of Bing Sheng Tie Dameng, and suddenly raised his voice and spoke in all directions:
"Everyone who comes here today is guided by me."
"Sheng Jian has been anonymous in the City of Death Pagoda for so long, it's time for him to come out, you think, right?"
Xiao Kongtong said, looking down at the four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb, the second elder Gou Feng, and the people who also carried famous swords, including Lei Shuangxing.
No one answered him.
He nodded calmly.
"Yes, that's it."
Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, except for the few famous swords on the side that are either inconvenient or do not need to be sheathed.
Making the sword is the last step in the mission.
The order to gather swords came from his teacher Bazunzhen. Xiao Kongtong regarded it as the highest task in life and implemented it for decades.
The Sword Tomb is under the management of Wen Ting, and Master Bazun is familiar with the matter of borrowing a sword.
Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen were both one of the Eight Sword Immortals of the previous generation. They had a close friendship with the Eight Immortals. They were not in a hostile position now, and it was just a matter of giving face to them.
Tears flowed...
There is no need to mention it as a member of your own family.
From the perspective of outsiders, the Eighth Sword Immortal's effort to collect famous swords is still far away. After all, there seem to be too many famous swords that are scattered outside and have never been collected.
In fact, Xiao Kongtong knew that the only thing left was Lu Shiyu's hand!
The Twenty-One Famous Swords, since it is possible to successfully gather them today, there is no way Xiao Kongdong could let Lu Shiyu go.
Either Lu Shi and Guai Guai offer their swords with both hands.
Either he takes action and starts a war with the entire city of Shengfutu, and he wants to "borrow" the Shengjian.
"Are you borrowing the sword? You are clearly robbing it!"
Bing Sheng Tie Da looked at the green scale ridge on the opponent's hand and Xiao Hongyi, who was limp and limp at the entrance of the alley, with an ashen complexion.
But Cheng Caizhi, who was lying unconscious behind this man, was a warning for resistance. This made people fear the "Eighth Sword Immortal" who was so powerful that he was as afraid as a tiger. If he even thought about resisting, he would have to scratch his head twice.
Previously, the Eight Sacks knew how to beat Cheng Caizhi to death, so they threatened to "borrow" famous swords from everyone here.
The first one to protest...
Of course not, everyone is waiting for outsiders to take the lead.
The Eight Masters of the Sack Bag were the first to say "offended" to Gou Wuyue, and then they knocked the little red-dressed man unconscious and "borrowed" the sword.
After that, he asked Xiang Lei Shuangxing: "Would you like to borrow the magic staff?"
With tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I'm very willing."
"This is called a generous ancient sword cultivator!"
In a word, all the ancient sword cultivators present, as well as those who are not ancient sword cultivators, cannot do it.
Isn't this just a clumsy show within your holy slaves to scare the monkeys?
What you are killing is a weak chicken.
It is your own people who are threatened.
All the monkeys who are warning me are monkey kings, why don’t you provoke them?
Everyone is expecting the Eight Sack Masters to target the Four Sons of the Sword Burial Tomb, Gou Wuyue, and Feng Tingchen.
After all, there are swordsmen here.
But that guy seemed to bully the weak and fear the strong, so he directly turned his attention to Lu Shiyu, who was famous for his alchemy, and gave him two options: "soft loan" and "hard loan".
"The loan period is half a year..."
Lu Shi and Wu Sheng murmured, and it had already been delayed for less than half a quarter of an hour.
On the side of Taoist Master Zhen Shangfeng, the elders and guest ministers of the major associations in Tongsheng Pagoda City have all discussed this matter.
We have even taken stock of the semi-saint-level connections in the five realms that can be called upon to help.
"If he really wants to take action, we can ask at most thirteen and a half saints. Five of them are willing to take action. The remaining eight are just trying to suppress the formation. It seems that they don't want to get involved in the matter of joining the saint slaves and will leave at any time." Taoist Shangfeng lowered his voice.
The voice conveyed, "Even if I said it was a fake."
five...
Plus the three here...
Eight and a half saints with fighting power, eight and a half saints suppress the formation!
There are a total of sixteen saints. If this lineup is released, not to mention the earthquake in the five regions, let alone the central region will be shaken.
But, that was half a year ago.
Today, half a year later, I am half holy and worthless.
Not to mention that if the opponent only needs to call a master, he will be defeated, but whether the fake eighth sword immortal in front of him and the eight half-saints can handle it is another matter of opinion!
"In name only, where did the Holy Slave put my face in the city of Buddha?" Tie Dameng couldn't hold it in anymore, and spoke again, angrily, "Don't mention anything else, the sword is in my city.
It is not considered a decline, it has blessed countless people, and now..."
"Stop it."
Xiao Kongtong raised his hand to stop him, not bothering to listen to what this person said, "I was given time to think about it, and I was given the opportunity to call people, but you don't seem to be the one who can take charge here?"
"you!"
Tie Dameng was struck with just one sentence. He took out a heavy hammer and was about to take action.
He also wanted to try to see if this fake Eighth Sword Immortal was that mysterious.
"Da Meng, come back!"
Formation Saint Shangfeng Taoist caught the rusher in time.
In fact, there are not many generals in the city of Shengfutu. Tie Dameng is the only one who dares to charge.
Lu Shiyu also sighed, then took out a pure white raw sword and said softly:
"You can borrow the raw sword."
Tie Da suddenly turned his head and stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes.
In just a few words, he lent out his raw sword. What's the difference between this and giving in?
With such a shameful reputation and the city of Buddha, do you want to hang out in the five realms in the future?
Lu Shiyu changed the subject, stared at the fake Eight Masters, and said with cold eyes:
"But the person to whom the Raw Sword Society will lend must be an ancient sword cultivator with a good reputation and an upright behavior, rather than a rat who hides his head and shows his tail and behaves eccentrically."
"If it were not for nothing that I would lend the sword out of my hand, but there would be no way to get it back later, then I, Lu Shi, would like to agree to it today, and the people in the city full of Buddha Buddha would certainly not agree."
"If not, fight to the death!"
These words were categorical, and they also declared the determination and courage to build the city of pagoda, and also kicked back the hot potato-like choice to the fake Eight Masters.
Even foreign saints like Li You glanced at Lu Shi and Gao. After all, she was the one who borrowed the famous sword without any reason.
Everyone in the wine shop immediately turned their attention to the sack of Eight Masters.
At this moment, everyone, let alone Lu Shiyu, knows that this guy is a fake.
But fakes also have such strength. I think this person is definitely not an unknown person.
If he wants to suppress the city of Shengfutu, which is the most powerful city in the five realms, without a single blow, he obviously has one last step to go.
Whether this step can suppress Lu Shiyu depends solely on how big his face is.
"Hahaha!"
Under the attention of everyone, the Eight Masters of the sack laughed loudly: "In the city of Buddha Tu, I am indeed not a coward! Yes, I am indeed not the Eight Masters..."
After saying this, he smiled solemnly and pulled off his face with his backhand, revealing a face that looked younger and more free-spirited.
His eyebrows are straight, full of energy, his sharpness is gone, he is gentle and elegant, and he looks a bit familiar?
"He is..."
After just a moment, someone around him recognized this face and exclaimed: "Xiao Kongtong?"
"Go to the Fairy City of the Moon, Xiao Kongtong, and meet you all."
When Xiao Kongtong revealed his true face, most of the semi-saints in front of him were seniors, and he also bowed to his juniors in a proper manner.
But etiquette is a courtesy, and his politeness is his politeness. When they recognized this face, everyone couldn't stand still.
"Two generations of sword immortals seek Wu Qi, and Xu Xiaoliu comes to Gu Beixi. He is truly the Seven Sword Immortal, and he is Xiao Kongtong second only to Master Shou!"
"It is said that the first eight saint slaves are familiar with each other. There is a disciple in his name who has inherited all his sword skills, especially the magic sword skills. No wonder he did nothing. Dai Xiu, Luo Hui and other saints fell into the wind. This is the magic sword immortal.
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"The Great Killer of Shenyue Immortal City, he single-handedly defended half of the Eastern Moon Realm half a year ago, and the blood flowed like a river. I heard that Lianbei Sword Immortal brought the Emperor Sword to conquer Shenyue Immortal City, but in the end he came back defeated.
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"..."
Discussions broke out around the wine shop.
Xiao Kongtong raised his head after cupping his fists and bowing. The corners of his mouth were raised, and he couldn't close his mouth. He couldn't suppress it even if he tried.
All his life, he had stood in his teacher's face and borrowed swords from outside.
Only when you visit the Fairy City of the Moon can you be yourself and slowly practice your sword.
If he hadn't been elected as the Seven Swordsmen, the only one who actually knew him would be the Dongyue Realm, which could hold up a small half of the Eastern Region. He was still a well-known person without any recognition of his face.
There is the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him and the First Sword Immortal behind him.
Xiao Kongtong, who was caught in the middle era, actually felt more uncomfortable than Wen Ting in his heart, and he was also made dim.
The dream of holding a sword in front of the preaching mirror like "Master Shou" and never having a defeat is something that 90% of the ancient swordsmen in the world have done, not to mention Kongtong.
But Master Shou has the glory of Master Shou, but he also has the pressure of 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 for a moment, then gathered his thoughts, returned to calm, and looked at Lu Shi and:
"Senior Lu, what do you think?"
Lu Shiyu knew something was wrong when he saw this face.
He is still betting that this person is not a member of the Saint Slave. As long as this bet is successful, the city of Shengfutu will not be afraid of any power in the world.
But this person is not only.
He also has a city of his own.
His teacher is still an acquaintance of the Eight Masters, and he has a close relationship with Master Shou... If something goes wrong, the city where the Buddha is born will inevitably be destroyed.
Fucked!
Admit defeat!
Lu Shi, Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist and others looked at each other, and they all sighed helplessly, and finally offered the raw sword with their hands:
"I also hope that the Laughing Sword Immortal will keep his promise and return the famous sword of the city where I was born in Pagoda when the half-year period is up."
"Easy to say." Xiao Kongtong grinned and stretched out his hand to take the sword.
Buzz!
At this moment, in the far north, a dark sword light suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, the whimpering sound of the fierce ghosts resounded throughout the entire ghost and Buddha world, and then spread along the sea, land, and roads to the five regions of the Holy God Continent.
A slightly gritty voice, but full of fighting spirit, reached the ears of the world:
"Where are the Eight Masters?"
…
"Where are the Eight Masters?"
In Fengjia City in the Southern Territory, millions of spiritual swords, some with owners or no owners, soared in an instant, covering the sky, a dazzling array that was shocking to the eye.
Everyone was frightened, and nearly 90% of the people in the city suddenly fell to the ground.
Out of the blue!
Listening to the terrifying echo, this person seemed to be declaring war... to whom? To the Eighth Sword Immortal?
Who is he? Is he crazy!
"That's crazy!"
"This world has finally gone crazy!"
"Wahaha, let's get into chaos, let's get into chaos!" Numerous crazies on the ground in Sinful Land were not surprised but happy when looking at the sword. They didn't mind watching the commotion. They moved their hands and feet and started to search among the palms and apricots to see if there was any preacher who knew about it.
host.
In the Feng Family Courtyard, the sword pavilion trembled.
All kinds of spiritual swords and ancient swords with relics and monuments that were gathered inside broke out of the window, and together with their respective swords that no one in the Feng family's ancient sword cultivator could hold, they flew into the sky.
"this……"
Everyone rushed out of the room and came to the entrance of their respective courtyards, and couldn't help but kneel to the ground.
He tried to raise his eyes and looked up.
The sky is not the sky, but the ocean of swords, and the whole world is flooded by swords!
Feng Zhongzui first left his left shoulder, then his right shoulder, and barely squeezed out of the door. From the dark room, he came to an even more desperate situation, the haze under the sword.
He looked at the swords in the sky, suddenly fell to his knees, and then froze.
He suddenly shivered.
There is not only the fear caused by the concentration, but also the endless panic at the majestic swordsmanship and the insignificance of oneself after one glance.
"Pap, tap..."
Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
Feng Zhongzui thought that there was something wrong with his mentality, which caused the physical reaction. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye, everyone in the hospital had the same reaction.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of creatures bowed to the north, just like an emperor traveling, and all the people surrendered. This is called the "end of the sword's path"!
"Xiao Wanfeng..."
Feng Zhongzui thought of his friend.
He didn't know whether the Divine Sword Xuan Cang was also photographed high in the sky, or whether Xiao Wanfeng also fell to his knees like he did now.
He suddenly wanted to go to the Ghost and Buddha Realm in the Central Region to see the frontal battlefield.
He probably knew what was happening. This was what he had expected half a year ago but didn't expect.
He struggled for a while and failed to get up.
So I found Jinxing, secretly found the matchmaker I was paying attention to, and clicked on her Jinxing preaching screen.
It was pitch black.
…
"Where are the Eight Masters?"
Tens of thousands of swords flew up from the sword burial mound, and tens of thousands of worshipers knelt down with a bang.
The mist surrounding Dongshan Mountain sank steeply, revealing the razor-sharp mountain peaks that pierced the sky like swords.
But that mountain...
Looking up...
It actually started to tremble and tremble!
"Crack."
The sword burial mound, the sword washing pool, the water splashes are shocking.
Amidst the buzzing sound, the old swords and rusty swords that had been collected here for countless years were regenerated with blood, and their sharp edges were displayed again, and the clang flew through the air.
"Coming."
Wen Ting's black hair was flying, and he looked up into the void in the gap where the sword flowed through the air.
He did not stop the worship ceremony of the ancient sword in the sword-washing pool. He knew who was coming, so these were meaningless.
But when all the swords were gone, the sword-washing pool was suddenly empty.
Sitting next to the sword-washing pool, it was originally the most unknown sword in the pool. Now that it has become the only one, it stands out from the crowd.
It was a broken blue sword with spots of rust on it. It was painful and shed tears day and night, making it very noisy.
At this time, its quietness and composure are particularly jarring.
Wen Ting smiled, caressed Qingju, and said jokingly: "They all went to worship him, why don't you?"