The moment he fell into the abyss, his vision went dark. In a daze, Xiao Kongtong heard the voice in his childhood memory.
It was a gentle female voice, coming from a woman who was as beautiful as a fairy. After many years, Xiao Kongtong still remembered her name.
"Sister Yue..."
When he softly called out this voice, the scene in front of him was chaotic, and time seemed to be reversed, and he was back to his childhood again.
The feeling of weightlessness disappeared and my feet stepped on the solid ground.
Xiao Kongtong hurriedly lowered his head, raised his hand and looked up. He saw two short, fat hands holding a volume of books. Was he really back when he was a child?
The sun casts shadows and the streets are crowded with people.
This is the familiar street scene of Dafu Street. I visited it several times with Grandma Hu from the orphanage when I was a child, and I was deeply impressed by it.
"At this time, I'm not Xiao Kongtong, my name is...Kongzi?"
Xiao Kongtong spread out a bundle of books in his hand. On it was an ancient sword cultivator who was wielding a sword with a graceful posture and holding the four characters "August Poetry Collection".
Printed below is his favorite sentence: The sky is one foot high and eight people are familiar with it. Who dares to be half a Qingju?
"teacher……"
Xiao Kongtong was stunned.
He realized something.
This is not a return to the past, maybe it is just a flashback before death.
But he also remembered that it was today, at this time, that he encountered a turning point in his life and destiny. He met the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal!
"teacher!"
He turned around suddenly and looked at a certain location on the familiar street.
Among the ordinary people, Xiao Kongtong easily spotted a couple of gods and goddesses dressed in fairy aura.
The man is tall, but his behavior is surprising. The woman is dignified, but she wears many tacky bracelets on her hands.
When he looked over, the couple of gods and gods also turned their heads and looked over.
Just a moment!
With a buzzing sound, the crowds of people on the street blurred and faded away, and even the woman who was as beautiful as a fairy seemed to have disappeared.
In Xiao Kongtong's eyes, only that man remained.
When the man looked over, his brows were still furrowed at first, feeling a little surprised but also disgusted.
After a while, the lights and shadows in his eyes were colorful, and time seemed to be passing through them.
He seemed to have grown from an insignificant boy into a middle-aged man with rich experience in an instant.
In the end, he turned into the mature and steady appearance of the Eighth Sword Immortal, the first Saint Slave that he became familiar with later.
The eyes that looked at him also showed a hint of approval.
"teacher……"
Xiao Kongtong choked with sobs.
When even the teacher faded away without saying a word to himself, he felt deep sadness.
The streetscape and vendors of Dafu Street also fell apart with the disappearance of the teacher Ba Zunsui.
Everything returns to zero again.
"boom!"
The world collapsed and darkness struck again.
Xiao Kongtong fell deeply into the abyss, then smashed through the past and into the future, and finally fell heavily on Lingyu Mountain, with almost all the bones in his body broken.
He was lying on the ground, vomiting blood.
In my ears I could hear the comments of the spectators, but I could no longer hear what they were saying. Maybe they were only ridicules, ridiculing myself for not knowing the heights of the world.
It doesn't matter anymore.
The world is awash in blood, and the mind is dizzy.
Xiao Kongtong's eyes were drooped, unable to look at the sky. Even the sky was covered by Fengdu, and all he could see was darkness without any glimmer of light.
"That's it..."
In the past of life, all kinds of experiences come one after another.
The revolving lantern passed through a lifetime in a blink of an eye. Even if Xiao Kongtong was obsessed with it, he could only let go of it.
He knew that the gap between himself and Hua Changdeng was still too big.
The difference between clouds and mud is worlds of difference and cannot be compared at all.
"Let it go..."
Even the last shred of consciousness is trying to persuade myself like this.
But when his eyes finally closed, his ears heard the vague voice of the teacher Ba Zunsui who had finished preaching on Dafu Street when he was a child, gave himself a new life, and walked away on the clouds:
"On the ninth day of the lunar month, I walked to Kongtong and knocked on the Heavenly Gate with a loud smile."
"The Immortal wants to save me, but I think he is in a coma!"
"One thought can be holy, one thought can divide heaven and earth."
"Why do we need to worship gods and goddesses when we are living in this human world?"
After a moment of silence, Xiao Kongtong suddenly opened his eyes again, with a bright light bursting out of them.
Yes!
In this human world, why do we need to worship immortals and gods?
So what if Hua Chang and Deng Qiang had known it would end like this, but the one who still drew the sword was not only himself, but also his original intention?
What I am fighting is not Huachangdeng.
What I fight, from beginning to end, is myself!
"sword……"
Xiao Kongtong is no longer able to move his fingers.
But as he was calling out in his mind, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword flew from a distance, regaining its strength and making a loud buzzing sound.
The blade of the sword flew past, turning into rainbow light, lifting Xiao Kongtong, which had fallen to the ground, and flew up to the sky.
"This is……"
The spectators at Lingyu Mountain have also returned from the past world.
But I saw that this Senior Brother of Shenyue Immortal City had clearly taken in more air and less out breath in the previous breath, so he didn't have much time left to live.
In the blink of an eye, there was new news!
This is the ancient sword cultivator, the mantis who cannot be beaten to death. Does he want to try the sword again?
"Sword! Open! Xuan! Miao!"
Above the void, a low voice from Xiao Kongtong was heard.
When this sound came out, the onlookers raised their eyes in shock, only to see the nine-day black light falling from the sky, and the sword power concentrating, and it quickly evolved into the shape of a "door".
"Mysterious Gate!"
Gu Qing'er looked shocked at the sword burial mound.
Senior brother has actually fought to this point. Want to try the third realm with a sword?
"I'm afraid..."
Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, but they care about each other and make mistakes.
A seriously injured body, forcing the mysterious force to open up, regardless of the strength of the battle, the outcome is already doomed.
Xiao Kongtong will inevitably become the next Guyu.
"The third realm..."
Being restrained by the force of the sword, Hua Changdeng was the only target of the sword. His eyes were slightly closed, and a solemn look appeared on his face.
Laughing at Kongtong cannot be said to be weak.
In the second world of Yi Jian just now, if his will ghost could passively protect the body and connect the future self to the past will, he would really be hurt by it.
And in the Prison of Ice and Fire, after the Tenth Hall Lord of Hell passed away, Hua Changdeng thought that Xiao Kongtong was over.
I never thought that this guy also had a bad temper and would explode even before he died.
How big is the gap between the second realm and the third realm?
Others don't know and can't figure out a single thing, but Hua Changdeng knows that it's probably the same as the gap between this person and him just now.
Xiao Kongtong in the Second Realm, even if he risked his life, he wouldn't be able to hurt Hua Changdeng in the slightest.
But if it’s the three realms…
Once Xiao Kongtong reaches the Conferred God Ancestral Realm, the Sword Demon's Three Swords will protect the body on their own, relying only on passivity. I'm afraid they won't be able to guard against the edge of the Three Realm Ancient Sword Cultivators.
It's hard to say, but he has to be forced to use some trump cards in order to protect himself. After all, Hua Changdeng has no intention of becoming a god or ancestor at this moment.
The best way to deal with it at the moment, anyone with a discerning eye can see it, is to interrupt Xiao Kongtong's promotion.
He is too slow.
All it takes for Hunter Ghost to slash out with his sword is to kill this person and nothing unexpected will happen to him.
Hua Changdeng is still an ancient sword cultivator.
He watched quietly, just as Xiao Kongtong himself was curious about the scenery behind the door, he also wanted to know how far the current ancient sword cultivator could compare to himself if he could open the mysterious door and draw a sword.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, there are thousands of people falling on Lingyu Mountain, and all kinds of spiritual swords are trembling and buzzing.
Divine light descended from the sky and transformed into the shape of a door.
Xiao Kongtong controlled the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and threw himself into it. He was submerged in the light and turned into a black shadow.
He was like a moth to a flame, facing his own way without hesitation.
Even though the path has not yet been completed and the end has not yet been seen, he jumped forward to get a glimpse of the scenery at the end.
"Teacher, I'm going to take the first step..."
When the mysterious door opened, Kongtong looked back with a smile, feeling a little nostalgic, but resolutely jumped forward, together with the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, towards the scene behind the door that was full of mysterious moral principles.
Snap!
But at this moment, his hand seemed to be grabbed by something, and he staggered slightly.
"who?"
Xiao Kongtong was stunned.
He has half-stepped through the mysterious door.
Gu Lao's sword is so mysterious that it can't reach its end, and he can't even get through the door. He knows it.
And with his foundation, no matter how bad he was, he could still go behind the door, understand the way of the sword, and then give Hua Changdeng a sword blow.
That sword will be the most dazzling scenery in his life, this world.
But right now, it seems like someone has a grip on me and suppresses my highlight moments.
"who?!"
Xiao Kongtong didn't believe that Huachang Deng would stop him from opening the mysterious sword.
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No matter how bad this person is, the character of the ancient sword cultivator should still be there, and he won't be like this.
Turning around suddenly, Xiao Kongtong was stunned.
He returned to Dafu Street again, back to the time when he first met his teacher Bazun.
He stood quietly in front of him.
He is so tall, his back reflects the blue sky.
He calmly held his hand, stared at it for a long time, and shook his head slightly:
"It doesn't have to be this way."
After a while, blood and tears splashed out of his eyes, and Kongtong laughed and cried "woo woo woo".
This is under the spotlight of Lingyu Mountain.
This is when the sword opens its mysterious highlight.
Xiao Kongtong didn't want to cry at all, but he couldn't help it at all.
He only felt that his behavior of confronting the strong with weakness and just wanting to buy more time for the teacher was understood; his grievances were vented.
But in the end, he pursed his lips, choked and shook his head:
"I think so. What I think is none of the teacher's business..."
Although he was adamant, he also wanted to take a look at the scenery behind the door, not only for himself, but also to ask the teacher for directions and ask if this road could lead to safety.
In the future, when teachers also need to go to this step.
At least, he can no longer be the first person forever, he can learn from the past, have experience, and have lessons to learn from.
The teacher's life is too tiring.
Bazun shook his head in understanding, pulled the fool back from the door, and said without any doubt:
"Go to sleep and leave the rest to me."
…
boom!
The mysterious door was only half opened, and the door exploded into pieces.
In the sky, the power of the sword collapsed, and only a bloody figure fell down. Everyone was stunned. They thought this would be the last highlight moment of Brother Laughter...
Did he fail?
After Hua Jianxian's sword hit him, he was so weak that he couldn't even use the sword to open the Mysterious Sword?
"What's going on?"
It is a wishful thinking to use the sword to open mysteries on others, but for Xiao Kongtong, it should be a matter of course.
The four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb were all stunned.
Xiao Wanfeng, who was watching the battle, couldn't understand it either.
Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen and others felt even more ridiculous. Xiao Kongtong seemed to have been interrupted?
No time to think about this!
Mei Siren rushed out and hugged Xiao Kongtong, who was about to be smashed to the ground. If this child were to hit him again, he would be shattered to pieces. He couldn't bear the trouble anymore.
"Poor baby..."
He carried him to the edge of the rock and looked at Xiao Kongtong covered in blood. Meisi couldn't bear it.
He touched all over his body, but at most he could only take out a small Restoration Pill, not even better healing medicines such as Restoration Pill and God's Blessing.
"Just make do with it."
"Little baby, you shouldn't be impulsive. Hua Changdeng has been conferred the title of Holy Emperor. How can he be so easy to deal with?"
Mei Si's heart felt that even he did not dare to step forward to challenge him, and even Feng Tingchen and Gou Wuyue only wanted to watch the fire from the other side.
You little brat, why are you trying to steal the limelight?
He fed Xiao Kongtong the Little Fushu Pill to Xiao Kongtong's mouth, but the latter was clearly unconscious and suddenly opened his eyes again like a corpse.
"What the hell!"
Mei Siren was startled and staggered.
The second world with one sword is amazing enough. Although the sword opened the mysterious door failed, it was still outstanding. Do you want to come again for the third time?
"Close your eyes!"
The Meisi people didn't even want to feed him any pills. The stubborn donkey should be in a coma, so he just covered his eyes with one hand, trying to force himself to smile and close his eyes.
Xiao Kongtong struggled hard, but before taking the pill, he was able to break free from Mei Siren's arms and stand up directly.
"What?!"
Mei Siren's beard trembled, and the Little Fuxing Pill fell to the ground.
He already knew that the bones in Xiao Kongtong's body were all broken, and he looked like a human corpse.
Let alone stand up, the only moving muscles in his body may only be the subconscious twitching and spasms of his remaining body.
This, this, this...
What kind of miracle is this?
When you are dying of illness, you sit up in shock and want the third sword?
After standing up, Xiao Kongtong actually took a step forward and faced Huachang Deng again.
"return!"
The people from Meisi stretched out their hands and wanted to take this young man back and take him away from Lingyu Mountain.
Why is this temper even more stubborn than that of Xu Xiaoshou?
Who would have thought that the wounds on Xiao Kongtong's body would emit silver sword thoughts, and the sword thoughts crisscrossed the wound, as if weaving the wound.
With this, he barely regained his mobility?
"boom!"
Before the Meisi people got close, Xiao Kongtong's body exploded with a sword thought, and suddenly it swung hundreds of miles away.
This not only knocked him back, but also shocked the spectators of Lingyu. How do you feel that after the defeat, Xiao Kongtong and Sword Thought have changed qualitatively?
Before everyone could figure out the situation.
Xiao Kongtong stood up again. He didn't even use the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword. He raised his eyes and stared at Hua Changdeng not far away:
"We haven't seen each other for a long time. He has become a lot stronger and his temperament has changed a lot."
this……
Everyone was stunned.
Didn't we just meet you? You were almost torn to pieces by Hua Changdeng and his sword?
"He was beaten until he lost his memory?"
Hua Changdeng was also confused by Xiao Kongtong's repeated deceptions and shocking words.
He didn't say anything, frowning slightly, just wanting to see what else could happen.
"One sword."
Xiao Kongtong raised his chin slightly.
As soon as these words came out, everyone was completely confused.
It's not amnesia, this guy has been completely chopped into a madman by the ghost, and only "one sword" is left in his obsession?
Hua Changdeng felt like he heard what the other person meant.
After he came down the ladder, he often said this, but he always said this when facing juniors and facing provocations.
This laughing Kongtong...
He felt that his feelings were wrong and Xiao Kongtong probably didn't mean that.
"Hunting ghosts, be sure."
Xiao Kongtong seems to mean exactly what it means!
He didn't have any extra explanation at all. Facing Hua Changdeng, he slowly raised his hand... his fingers!
The Kongtong Wuxiang Sword was held in his left hand, buzzing and trembling, as if he wanted to go into battle.
But he used his right hand to point two fingers at the Huachang lantern from a distance - it was as if he could light up the Huachang lantern with just two fingers!
"What's this?"
"Could this sword be the legendary ten-segment sword finger?"
Among the spectators, someone made the whole audience laugh by saying, "Even the second world can't break through Huachangdeng's defense. What is a ten-segment sword finger?"
Only Bazun is familiar with this thing.
If you really want to send it out in the hands of others, facing someone at a high level, apart from pretending, the only thing left is to wait for death, right?
Huachang Deng was also confused by Xiao Kongtong.
He doesn't even need to hunt ghosts in the second world, and of course he won't use a sword under the finger of this mere ten-level sword.
With a move of his lips, Hua Changdeng was about to speak...
The guy opposite Xiao Kongtong didn’t give him any time!
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword thoughts all over his body converged on his fingertips.
In an instant, the whole world was covered with wind and snow, and only one person was left, only this finger.
Something's wrong...
Hua Changdeng, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, felt his scalp numb suddenly. Before he could move, he saw a faint light on the fingertips on the opposite side. Accompanied by a soft murmur, the sword thought came through the void: