"Is the world-famous Ghost Sword Immortal in the past now only capable of bullying the weak?"
On Lingyu Mountain, Dangzhu 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, and the Eight Masters of Disciple...Yes, he has so many titles, but that is Hua Changdeng, which overwhelms him by a full generation!"
"Isn't this going to get you killed? 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 people are nervous and some are looking forward to it.
Most of them are still thinking about watching a good show, hanging very far away, just waiting for a 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.
Hua Changdeng 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 great ancestor gods. Fortunately, Kuileihan came back and could compete with them.
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 be seeing each other one by one every second.
The wise choice, everyone knows, is to "wait"!
However, Xiao Kongtong still stood up and explained that the situation over 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 something good to watch!"
"..."
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 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 the famous swords such as the Double Needle and Shengjian from his sleeves. Only the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which he had cultivated for a long time, drew the sword...
From this point, it can be seen that this Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City has lost all his strength.
He was determined to die for the sake of 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 wielding his sword so proudly, 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 Qingyi 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?"
Hua Changdeng didn't even raise his eyelids, he 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."
He pointed again, and another scream came from within the flames of the copper lamp.
This time everyone heard clearly, it was the familiar voice of Mr. Li, Shou Ye’s right-hand man, and he was really defeated.
"I know the whereabouts of Ba Zunzhen!"
Xiao Kongtong couldn't wait any longer and shouted: "Even if you finish searching their souls and get the results, if my teacher doesn't come out, he won't come out because they have nothing to do with this matter."
"Only I die!"
His voice was serious: "If I die, it may cause the teacher's mood to fluctuate a little, and he will choose a romantic relationship to escape. It depends on whether you want to fight me."
Ancient and modern Wangyou Tower...
After Hua Changdeng searched for Li Fugui's soul, his eyes slightly raised, he actually went into that place together.
This is not an easy place to enter. Even he can only see and enter the Gujin Wangyou Tower if he is invited by Kong Yuhen.
He finally put down the copper lamp, raised his eyes, and looked at the young people in front of him.
"Xiao Kongtong..."
Hua Changdeng whispered softly, he remembered this name.
The rise of Shenyue Immortal City occurred in the past thirty years, during the time when he was imprisoned in Pingfeng Zhudi.
Originally, Hua Changdeng had no impression of this person.
But a few times when Dao Qiong came to the screen and candle area, he mentioned Shenyue Immortal City and this senior brother, but... that was all.
"You are no match for me."
Hua Changdeng shook his head at the man.
He just wanted to find Bazun, and didn't want to start a big fight. It didn't matter who he was, and he was too lazy to kill him.
"But the three swordsmen of Sword Demon have been admired by this junior for a long time!"
Xiao Kongtong was full of enthusiasm. It looked like he was standing out for Zhu and Li, but in fact he was standing out for himself.
The path of ancient swordsmanship is a serious path, and he has finished what he has to walk.
Only the path of sword reading that Master Bazun is familiar with can be regarded as a new path and can inspire people.
In addition, there is the mixed way that Xu Xiaoshou can understand but cannot learn.
And, Hua Changdeng’s sword ghost!
In the whole world, if he has climbed the peak of Xiao Kongtong and there are still huge mountains in front of him, these are the only three left.
Time waits for no one.
If you miss today's Huachangdeng, you will find so many people who are higher than yourself again. I don't know when.
"I have always heard that ghost swordsmen practice swordsmanship. At first, they mastered the art of controlling souls, and then they became more proficient in souls. At the end, they returned to the sword and realized the sword ghost."
"The three swords of sword ghost, body ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost, human, earth, and heaven are the three talents of the three swords. They are in harmony with the Tao and the law, and they are connected to the mysteries."
Xiao Kongtong raised his hand and said, "I am not very talented, but I still want to take a peek at the scenery behind the door. I wonder if the Ghost Sword Immortal can grant my wish?"
Hua Changdeng stared at this person: "You have proven to be the Sword Immortal."
From the comments of others, it can be heard that Xiao Kongtong ranks second among the Seven Sword Immortals and is a pillar of the resurgence of the Five Realms Swordsmanship.
"Not bad!" Xiao Kongtong nodded.
"The road ahead is clear, so why bother looking for death?" Hua Changdeng sighed, "If I draw my sword, you will definitely die."
"Hahaha!"
Xiao Kongtong raised his head and laughed loudly, and finished three times with a teasing look on his face: "Senior Hua overestimates himself and underestimates himself. If nothing else, I can hold on for at least ten breaths."
Ten breaths...
It sounds like a joke.
So what if ten breaths are taken? What can be solved with ten breaths?
Already the spiritual master beside him laughed out loud, but when he saw that all the ancient sword cultivators in the mountain looked solemn, they immediately covered their mouths, not daring to mess around again.
Xiao Kongtong stood up with his sword in hand, and wiped the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword with both hands. The sword had a silver glow, and it was sharp and sharp.
Jian Nian...
Hua Changdeng then took a high look at this person.
To be able to cultivate sword reading, at least he is not boastful, but has some skills to accompany him.
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But, that's it.
Xiao Kongtong's tilted sword trembled, Kongtong's Wuxiang sword chanted, and Lingyu Mountain was agitated by the wind and snow.
He turned around and looked at the people, his eyes swept over Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, the Fourth Son of the Sword Burial Tomb, Xiao Wanfeng and other ancient sword cultivators one by one. Then he raised his eyebrows and shouted with high spirits:
"Sword cultivators from all over the world have gathered in Lingyu. They have great abilities and there are many rising stars. But except for me, Xiao Kongtong, who dares to try his skills as a ghost hunter?"
He turned around again, cupped his hands again, and stared at the copper lamp in Hua Changdeng's hand:
"Hua Jianxian, you are a senior, I won't be polite to you."
"If I can take one of your swords, you can let go of one of the unrelated people in the lamp. If I can take two swords, let two of them go."
"If you can receive three swords, then no matter where my teacher is, no matter what your plans are, how about you wait for him for an hour, the fourth sword, the fifth sword... and so on, until I fall to the ground and die?
"
After saying this, the whole mountain was in an uproar.
Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, raised his eyebrows high.
Among the four people who were buried in the sword tomb, Gu Qing, the second and third, felt hot all over after hearing it, while the first and fourth were even more silent.
Even Lian Shuangxing, who was leaning on his staff and sword and looking at one side, had his hands shaking, feeling that the sack he was holding was more than three points heavier.
Xiao Kongtong actually took one step forward and had no intention of coming back alive.
The Ancient Sword Cultivator has achieved his ambition and perfected his path, and he has achieved this. It is true as he said. Who else can he do except Xiao Kongtong?!
Hua Changdeng had already understood this boy's wish and nodded slightly:
"Satisfy you."
…
"Buzz!"
As soon as Mei Si stepped out of the rift in time and space, the Taicheng Sword around his waist shook violently. He was shocked when he felt the sword's intent in the sky.
Looking up, there was flying snow in all directions, and sword thoughts flying out in all directions, covering thousands of miles in a radius, frightening the waves of spirit elm ghosts to scare them away.
The sky was dark, and it was like setting in Fengdu.
The elm and silver moon hang high in the sky.
Xiao Kongtong raised his sword and bowed to the moon. It was floating in the sky, and the sword thought erupted from his body.
Those who know know that he is Xiao Kongtong, and those who don’t know think that he is the Eight Masters who spread their sword thoughts 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 him.
Just looking at the fireworks in Xiao Kongtong's eyes, he knew that he could not stop this battle. He was seeking the truth.
And what Xiao Kongtong asked, it turned out to be the hunting ghost on the waist of Hua Changdeng opposite. The sharp sword pointed at it, and the hunting ghost also groaned!
…
"The hour is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water."
"My life is full of holes and holes!"
Just two sword words, Xiao Kongtong's whole body suddenly spread out, as if he had found the only point that could break through 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 Flowers, Water Moon and 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 that the Meisi people took a quick look, carrying a copper lamp in their hand, and wearing a long lantern for hunting ghosts at their waist. Their body, soul, and mind were all protected by sword ghosts. They were 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 responded and stabbed forward. Xiao Kongtong fought with his back, 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 clouds 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 march 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 is pulled by the sword, and the flying snow also stops in mid-air.
When the sword of 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!"
The Meisi people smelled this scent again, almost thinking 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 an ancient sword cultivator is ambitious or not can be determined by whether he has time and space for practice.
People like him, Mei Si, who specializes in the Heart Sword Technique and only have a rudimentary grasp of the Illusion Sword Technique. Even if they want to understand it, it will be difficult to understand it 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 neglected, but must be cultivated.
Because like forgetting and guiding, every ancestor has had a hand 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 the vicissitudes of life and has returned to his youth, looking only in his 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:
"Win without force, win without force..."
"I, if I can win without using force, I will be imprisoned for thirty years!"