Compared with Uncle Hua in Lingyushan who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and has a sense of maturity.
This Hua Changdeng in the second world is simply a naive young man.
In his early twenties, he was in his prime, and from what he said to himself, at this period, he had not yet begun to live in self-imprisonment?
"Victory without force..."
"Could it be that at this stage, Hua Changdeng has just finished fighting the Eight Masters? I'm going to say that there must be something fishy in this battle, and there is no way that the Eighth Sword Immortal will lose!"
"How to count as a loser and how to count as a win? But then again, wasn't it because Huachang Deng went to the Holy Mountain and picked up the osmanthus flowers all over the mountain that it was forced to be sealed in the screen candle place?"
"Old man Yu Tu used the Seven Swords of Heaven to kill the previous master of the Holy Temple Hall. This is how the subsequent Taoist Hall Master was born. Am I remembering it correctly?"
"I heard, but the old man You and the Ghost Sword Fairy also fought. The fight was so dark that even the god worshiping willow tree was broken. The two finally signed a contract that the Ghost Sword Fairy could not come out of the mountain for thirty years. Old Yoo
He will never be born again..."
"Hey, which one is true?"
After all, the face of the Holy Temple is involved.
This period of the past, like the Battle of Huaba, is also a secret in the mainland, and not many people know about it.
Some people broke away from the past discussion and were surprised that they, the spectators, were in the second world and could not be affected by the phantom sword technique and could still communicate with each other.
It can be said that Xiao Kongtong’s control over the second world is extremely good.
The power of his sword must have been imbued into Hua Changdeng.
So, can Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng be able to withstand the powerful sword of Senior Brother Shenyue Immortal City to "kill the young man"?
"laugh."
In the dim environment, the candle wax is burning and the candle flame is flickering.
After Hua Changdeng was drunk, he sat leaning against a broken willow tree with his head bowed, looking as if he had fallen asleep.
Everyone has read the intention of Xiao Kongtong's sword, which is quite sinister:
"If you want to kill Hua Changdeng at an infancy, he will be on the ladder to heaven and may have to face the families of the five great saint emperors. The risk is too great."
"If you are still young, Hua Changdeng may not be as powerful as he is now, but he will always stay awake. It is possible to communicate with his future self and realize something."
"Only at this moment, in the drunken state after feeling sorry for myself, before falling asleep, my attention is still focused on the previous battle of Hua Ba, and I am not wary of the unknown dangers - this period is the period when Hua Changdeng is at its weakest!"
But……
Is this already the weakest?
Many people have realized that since Xiao Kongtong has drawn his sword, he cannot randomly choose the so-called "weakest period", and he should have some plans.
And in the second world, Zhan Nian Shao, picked and picked, and the Huachang Deng he picked was at its weakest period, but it was also this strong...
Is this the value of the previous generation of Seven Swordsmen?
"Buzz!"
In the dark place, the sound of swords suddenly sounded.
A flash of silver light lit up outside the void, which was incompatible with this world. Everyone immediately realized that Xiao Kongtong's sword should have struck from the future.
"Coming!"
Everyone is looking forward to it.
But when he saw the long lantern on the screen, he didn't notice it at all. He was so drowsy that he couldn't wake up.
"Look, it's the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword!"
The silver light cave shatters and flows, and the moment seems like eternity.
The sword body of Kongtong Wuxiang Sword poked out from the crack. It looks like a sword on the outside and looks like a spine on the inside. It is illusory, transparent and sharp.
This sword is a collection of sword thoughts cultivated by Xiao Kongtong for decades. The power is condensed into substance, and the sword thoughts flow into liquid.
Since the establishment of Shenyue Immortal City, it has only appeared in two lives when fighting Yan Wushe on Void Island and subsequently guarding Shenyue Immortal City.
A rare opponent in the world, Xiao Kongtong had no chance to use it in the rest of the time. At this moment, it can be said that he gave his best and gave his seniors enough respect.
The blade of the sword flew through the air, and with every inch it moved, the sound boomed thousands of miles away, breaking the laurel tree high in the sky and creating numerous black holes.
Its speed is faster than the speed of sound, and it arrives in an instant!
Everyone was stunned when they saw that the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which was still thousands of miles away, had been nailed hard to the head of Hua Changdeng, whose head was drooping and closed in Broken Willow!
"It's going to happen!"
The silver droplets of sword thought followed the movement of the sword and slightly splashed into the void.
But without the pull of the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, the splashing droplet of Sword Thought liquid was able to crush the Taoist principles with its remaining force.
It is conceivable that if the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which contains all the power of the sword thought, really stabs the Chinese lantern, it will be difficult for the Holy Emperor to resist.
"call……"
But at this moment, the remaining lamp on the ancient table flickered in the wind.
Hua Changdeng, who was hanging his head under the broken willow tree, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes - it was too late, and the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword just hit the center of his eyebrows!
"die!"
Among the spectators, some people's faces turned red and they shouted this passionately.
But Hua Chang Deng, who was struck by Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, only had the flesh between his eyebrows slightly concave...
The sword's momentum was blocked!
"How is that possible?"
How powerful the Xiao Kongtong sword is can be seen in every detail.
Huachangdeng repairs the body?
But even the Holy Emperor's physical body would never be able to withstand such a fierce sword strike that penetrates his spiritual thoughts!
"Oh..."
The screen, candles and ground are accompanied by soft sounds.
At that time, Guizhe Holy Mountain was thousands of miles into the void, and an invisible force wave spread out. It seemed to be caused by the confrontation between two extremely strong and fierce forces.
One is the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which everyone knows.
But where does the other force come from?
It couldn't be seen at all, but with just a sweep of the force wave, the whole world was shattered into spiderweb-like cracks!
"The second world is going to be shattered?"
The spectators who were brought here from Lingyu Mountain all had painful expressions on their faces, as if they had been chopped into pieces with a thousand knives, clearly suffering from the lingering effects of Lao Sin.
Xiao Kongtong's figure finally condensed.
His eyes were about to burst, and he held the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword in both hands, holding Hua Changdeng between his eyebrows, and fought it down with all his strength.
"laugh……"
Blood splatters.
Someone saw green blood being stabbed 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 I haven't had time to rejoice yet.
It was the appearance of this drop of soul blood that made Hua Changdeng wake up from the drunkenness, and the dim light in his eyes was bright, converging on the center of his eyebrows.
In an instant, the stabbed spot turned as red as blood!
"It's not blood..."
Among those watching the battle, there were many practitioners of ancient swords.
With just one glance, most people could tell that this was part of the ghost sword technique and soul-controlling trick, the red-letter ghost sign!
"Penetrating through time and space!"
Xiao Kongtong screamed loudly and pressed down with both hands.
Behind him, around the sword body, the space suddenly twisted and exploded.
But……
"The strength is acceptable and the judgment is accurate."
"It's a pity that my foundation is a bit poor after all."
After sobering up, Hua Changdeng is clearly no longer young, and seems to be fully connected to the future.
The red-lettered ghost sign was placed between his eyebrows. Following this sound, the tip of the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword slowly revealed a faint green edge.
A sword!
An indescribable sword!
Against the surging power of the sword thought, against the thirty years of Xiao Kongtong's heritage, launched step by step, the body of the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword twisted and retreated inch by inch.
"Hiss! This..."
Everyone's scalp was numb.
Everyone can see that Xiao Kongtong has tried his best.
Hua Chang Leng did not use the hunting ghost. The hunting ghost was clearly still on the table beside him, accompanied by the copper lamp!
Then what kind of sword is this sword?
"Sword Demon?!"
Xiao Kongtong's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
He knew about the three swords of Sword Demon, but he had never seen what Sword Demon was with his own eyes. He never thought that one of the three swords of Sword Demon could come out of the red-letter ghost lottery?
"The sword is majestic and has a profound foundation."
"Actually, your strength is already superior to that of all contemporary sword immortals."
"It's a pity. After my sword ghost cultivation is completed, my mind ghost protects my body. It protects not only the present, but also the past and the future... A sneak attack is destined to be useless."
The corners of Hua Changdeng's lips closed together, and his figure remained motionless.
He still leaned against the broken willow tree with his back, one elbow resting on his left knee, his posture was casual and did not change at all.
As for the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, it was completely pushed away by its red-letter ghost sign and could not move even an inch further.
Three feet of ghosts appear majestic.
The blade of the sword has the same shape as a hunting ghost, and its appearance is exactly the same, but it is surrounded by countless resentful souls, and it is unknown how many people have lived in this world.
If we talk about Xiaoxiao Kongtong’s thirty-year sword-reading background, it is standing on the shoulders of the eight acquaintances, gathering sand to form a tower in peaceful times, and developing it slowly.
The three swords of Huachangdeng, Sword and Ghost, have the same sword age, but they are a groundbreaking new way. It is not only about cultivation, but also about killing. It also accumulates the insights of all the souls and ancient swordsmanship along the way to the realm of Jingsheng Emperor.
"You won't be able to see the secrets of sword opening."
"But you can see ghosts. Among the younger generation of ancient sword cultivators in this world, you are already considered to be the best."
Hua Changdeng finished speaking and closed his eyes.
boom!
The entire cracked second world was almost blown to pieces.
The spectators were in severe pain as if they were struck by lightning, but found that they were not ejected from the Holy Mountain, but instead entered the illusion again?
"No……"
"It's not magic swordsmanship!"
The holy mountain of Guizhe collapsed, and the screens and candles were shattered.
The sky is covered by the night, ghost eyes appear in the blue sky, and the dim light spreads across the earth. In this world, Fengdu has been established!
All over the mountains and plains, rugged and strange rocky mountains rise, and skinny and ugly-looking trees grow. The land is divided into two, half is burning lava, and the other half is frozen with frost.
Under the prison of ice and fire, Hua Changdeng looks like he is leaning against a broken willow, but his mind escapes into the eyes of Qingming ghost, looking down from a high building.
"Order this: Fengdu means ghosts, the prison of ice and fire, and the Lord of Hell of the Ten Halls, suppressing Kongtong Wuxiang."
boom!
Give an order.
Xiao Kongtong's knees suddenly dropped, his bones cracked all over his body, and he was almost knocked to the ground just by the overwhelming momentum.
He was bleeding from all his orifices, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the sky in disbelief.
But he saw the vastness of Qingming, rising steeply from the sky, surrounding him and descending ten majestic ancient Senluo halls.
On top of the main hall, some were resisting big swords, some were carrying big swords, some were holding giant spears, or some were wrapping ghost chains... Ten ghost kings wearing soul helmets, hundreds of feet in size, stepping on bone dragons, and wearing red cloaks on their shoulders, descended brazenly.
"The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces, I have the order!"
Ten sounds merged into one, deafening and deafening.
The spectators' eyes were blown with shock, their eardrums were burst, and goosebumps stood up all over their bodies. At the same time, just one look at it made them want to die.
In the next breath, the Hell of Ice and Fire collapsed inwards, shrank in, and suddenly encircled the space-time plane where Xiao Kongtong was located, banishing it to the place where it was, unable to escape.
"town!"
The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces raised his weapon high, and the bone dragon under his seat roared.
Surrounding Xiaokongdong, ten ancient Senluo palaces, which were comparable to mountains, also collapsed and collapsed inward, directly hitting Xiaokongdong.
"puff!"
Even if Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was the first to suppress it, he formed a protective barrier and tried to resist the shrinkage of the ten palaces.
Across the sword thought barrier, the ten palaces were like ten swords. Xiao Kongtong was among them and felt the power of Mo Jianshu and Tao Dao. He was blasted with his head raised and blood spurted out, making him dizzy.
After a sudden trance, I realized that it was wartime and I couldn't comatose myself, so I forced myself to wake up.
The Lord of Hell of the Ten Palaces is riding a bone dragon and dancing with weapons. He has clearly deceived himself!
"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 body and soul to separate.
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?
In the chaotic Lingyu Mountain, among the screens and candles, Xiao Kongtong completely let himself go and dedicated himself to the ancient swordsmanship.
"The sword rises in the bright sun, 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 final song:
"Heaven's solution·Kongtong has no appearance!"
With a hiss, the laughter disappeared into nothingness.
However, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword buzzed and shook for a long time. The thought of the sword 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, Qing Ming broke through the cracks, bringing the slightly illusory but real Shenyue Immortal City with a crash.
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 array becomes the Tao, and the Tao becomes the sword bones.
"Who can fight with me?!"
Xiao Kongtong burst into the world and turned into a giant statue thousands of feet tall. 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-parallel fairy city shattered in response, turning into endless sword light, intersecting with each other, 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 huge 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 the Heavenly Dissolution?
But before he could escape, the giant statue laughed at Kongtong and ordered the sword to be sent away. The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword turned everything into nothingness and was placed on the avenue.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The blade of the sword is not visible, but the sword 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.
I spent all my life with one sword thrust three times before piercing through and cutting through the image of Fengdu surrounding the second world.
"Hua... long... lamp..."
The giant statue smiled at Kongtong, held the sword and stared at the ghost eyes in the void, flipped its wrist, and used the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword to tear the sky apart again.
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 his sword, one step ahead of the giant statue of Xiao Kongtong, pierced 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 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 nothing but the image of a bloody man. His hands and feet were trembling, and it was difficult to lift the sword. He was completely exhausted.
call out!
The abnormal sound reappears.
It was still a ghost of sword intent, breaking through from the distance, knocking Kongtong Wuxiang Sword away without any delay, and passed through Xiao Kongtong's body.
"puff!"
Blood stained the air.
Time seems to slow down.
Xiao Kongtong saw the sky in the blood curtain.
So vague, so vast, so unattainable...
With a ghost of sword intent, 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 returns 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 hunter ghost remains unmoved, and the Hua Chang lamp is still holding one elbow on his knee, leaning against a broken willow tree, with a casual posture that has not changed at all.
There was no sadness or joy on his face. He looked at Xiao Kongtong, who was cut off from the holy mountain and fell into the bottomless black abyss. He looked at Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, who was unwilling to scream 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, the past and present are all like bubbles and phantoms. Everything seems to have never happened. Only what the onlookers see and hear may be true: