The Qingping Sword and the scabbard rose into the air together.
The two colors of purple and green are dense, completely rendering the sky.
At the moment when the voice above the sky fell, everyone present seemed to be unable to control themselves. They stood up instantly and looked at the sky from a distance!
There was silence!
"Connect the backbone of the twenty-one states..."
Wenren Pingxin stared blankly at the sky, where the mountains were undulating, his eyes full of tears, Rou Xi gently covered his red lips, and was speechless.
The disciples of the Sword Sect only felt an unspeakable shock in their chests. It seemed that they had never felt extremely proud of being members of the Sword Sect!
Each one raised their fists high, and bursts of roars came from their ears!
"The dry earth is covered with bones, and the blood is the cry of the Jianzong people!"
"No one has ever sung its praises, nor has it ever been remembered that buried under the stone monument hanging upside down in the sky is the sorrow of the Sword Sect!"
"It was the Sword Sect that connected the backbone of the twenty-one states and the backbone of heaven and earth with one sword!"
"..."
Lin Duo's complexion instantly turned livid, his eyes narrowed tightly as he looked at the mirror above the sky, and he clenched it tightly with his big hands.
How come he doesn't know who the voice behind this sword sect is?
What does Subei mean?
There are so many sects in the world who have not come out, why are you talking to Wuhua Que alone?
Countless eyes looked towards Wuhua Que. Lin Duo said nothing and looked at the sky with a gloomy expression.
The applause came overwhelmingly. At this moment, no matter how big or small the sects were, they were all shocked from the bottom of their hearts.
At some point, my back was soaked.
That is a kind of respect, a heartfelt respect for the former Tianxia Sword Sect!
There are broken swords all over the place. Some old monks who have experienced or truly felt what happened a thousand years ago, just the scene in their memory is shocking their souls again. The arrogant desolate cultivator of that year, the Eight Hundred Sword Sect
How courageous is it for the Sword Immortal to come out and fight against the Sword Sect?
It was also that battle that buried the Sword Sect’s foundation for thousands of years!
Nanhuang's expression changed slightly as he looked at the stone pendant on Sword Lady's chest. He looked at Sword Lady with deep meaning in his eyes. Then he turned back and gently gave instructions to the captain of the guard behind him.
In the twenty-one states, no matter which state or city, everyone has a trace of moisture in their eyes.
I don’t know if the red circles in my eyes are due to excitement? Is it touching? Or is it impulsive?
The tears couldn't help but flow down.
Even though he was just an ordinary person, even though he was just an insignificant ant, it did not affect the blood in their chests from seeing this shocking scene at all!
"I'm already wet with cold sweat!"
"This is truly the most shocking opening ceremony I have ever seen, bar none."
"If the Sword Sect doesn't make a sound, it's enough? A blockbuster?!"
"The sword sect of the world! The sword sect of the world! The sword sect is worthy of the title "Shang Tian Xia"!
"Speaking of which, was this opening ceremony planned by Elder Su? Elder Su!"
"..."
Can cultivating immortals lead to immortality?
It seems that this concept has been deeply rooted in people's hearts for some time. The purpose of cultivating immortals is to be free, to be transcendent, to not enter reincarnation, to do whatever you want, to follow the law, and to be free in all worlds...
But today, through this sky, it seems that a word that has long been forgotten by the world has been awakened again.
Cultivation of immortality is for the sake of all living beings.
...
The opening ceremony of the Sword Sect has ended. As the Qingping Sword in the sky gradually disappeared, the trembling and buzzing hilts of the swords in everyone's hands gradually became quiet.
But everyone is looking forward to it, as if they are waiting for something, looking at the sky.
The lights on the balcony suddenly dimmed, leaving only the moonlight as bright as before.
In the foggy moonlight, a slender figure in a white shirt embroidered with begonias appeared on the high platform. The wind blew slightly, and Su Bei stepped onto the stage. The trembling Qingping sword was inserted into his waist.
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"It's really Elder Su!"
"It's expected, but it's unexpected!"
"..."
Everyone under the high platform was filled with emotion, heaved a long sigh, and murmured to himself.
Wenren Pingxin's eyes flickered, and the man on the high platform not long ago touched the corners of his eyes and said to himself, Jian Zong will get better, please believe me, junior brother.
This lazy man always has a gentle smile in the eyes of everyone, but there is no cowardice in his heart.
He really did it...
The heartfelt joy of the Sword Sect disciples is still echoing in my ears. It is a long-lost sense of belonging, pride, and cohesion!
The little boy that he has been taking care of has really grown into a person who can take charge of the Sword Sect on his own.
Tears welled up in his eyes, Wenren Pingxin said softly with a smile on his lips:
"This is the best sword sect that senior sister has ever seen."
"..."
On the high platform.
The Holy Land disciple forced down the shock in his heart, walked forward, and looked at the one hundred female disciples of the Sword Sect with a smile on his face.
Just when he was about to ask a question, he heard a strange sound coming from Wuhuaque's position in the audience:
"Jian Zong is really touching!"
"What Lin admires the most is that Elder Su always said that he treats everyone equally, but the two disciples he accepted are both talented people."
"But now it seems that the essence of Jianzong and Wuhuaque are still the same? As Lin expected, the disciples on stage are all the elites of Jianzong."
"Respect the weak? Elder Su really has double standards!"
"..."
Although they could only observe the performance of the opening ceremony through the Mirror of the Sky, seeing the stern eyes of the Sword Lady and the shocking scene that the female disciples of the Sword Sect had just performed, everyone had the same feeling as Lin Duo.
idea!
——But isn’t this a normal thing?
The Holy Land disciples on the high platform were stunned for a moment. No one had ever openly ridiculed them on such an occasion. Even if the two sects were at odds, at least on the surface they were still getting along.
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All the elders of the Holy Land couldn't sit still. The fifth elder Yuwen stood up instantly and said coldly to where Wuhua Que was:
"presumptuous!"
Elder Wang Tong stood up and looked at Yuwendu while stroking his beard and said quietly:
"Why would Elder Yuwen be so angry? Isn't what Wuhuaque said wrong?"
"..."
Yuwendu looked at Wang Tong with cold eyes, snorted coldly, sat down, and said lightly:
"Elder Wang Tong is really a fair elder."
"..."
The Holy Land disciple looked at the dispute on the elders' stage and was in a dilemma for a moment. He didn't know what to say. At this time, Yao Yan's voice sounded faintly:
"keep going."
The Holy Land disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled, and walked towards Sword Girl facing the realm of the sky, still saying the same words as before:
"Who are the people from Jian Zong who are on stage this time?"
...
Under the high platform.
The Peach Blossom Sect disciple looked at the Jian Sect people on the high platform with complicated eyes, and said softly:
"Sure enough, even if the Sword Sect takes the stage, they are still elite disciples."
"Speaking of which, isn't this the fact we have accepted since childhood? Why is there still a glimmer of hope today?"
"..."
A Taohua Sect disciple smiled and then fell silent.
Maybe that's how it is, just when I find that I seem to have glimpsed a glimmer of light, reality ruthlessly cuts off all of this.
Many small sects around him seemed to have recovered from the shock just now, looking at the high platform with complex eyes.
Just as the disciples of the Holy Land were asking questions, the Mirror of the Sky focused on Sword Lady's face, and everyone could clearly see her delicate face.
Sword Girl looked at the disciples of the Holy Land a little nervously, her little hands tightly grasping the corner of the skirt, her long eyelashes were like a small comb, combing them one by one, sometimes blurred, sometimes bright and snowy.
Looking at this scene, everything just now seemed to be like passing clouds, disappearing, and everyone could only see the figure of Sword Girl.
——Is this really the peerless figure just now?
When Queen Lin Jinyu on the elder's stage saw Sword Lady clearly, her body trembled subconsciously, her eyes full of disbelief.
Isn't this the mute little girl in the sword washing pool?
It seemed that for a moment, an idea filled her mind. She quickly looked at the other female disciples carefully. In a trance, she remembered that in the afternoon and dusk, these women with the same physical defects were surrounded by them.
The strange man's side... seemed to be a jumping elf.
Her slender hands gently covered her red lips, and her eyes looked complicatedly at the smiling man on the high platform.
Ji Nanjue glanced at her with some confusion, but he didn't know why she reacted like this?
The disciples of the Holy Land looked at Sword Lady, but found that Sword Lady had not spoken yet. She opened her clear eyes and looked at him with her face flushed. Then her eyes lowered slightly and she shrank subconsciously.
This was the first time for her to stand on a high platform that attracted the attention of thousands of people.
Although the disciples of the Holy Land had doubts in their hearts, they just thought that their voice was a little soft, coughed slightly, this time the voice was louder, and asked again:
"Who are the people from Jian Zong who are on stage this time?"
"..."
The sword girl bit her thin lips lightly with her white teeth, and looked at Su Bei from the corner of her eye. She looked at him with his eyes bent, looking at her with a smile, and took a deep breath.
Then he gestured to the Holy Land disciples.
A slightly lame disciple stepped forward with a smile.
A disciple with eyes filled with vicissitudes of life looked at everything with a smile.
A disciple with a scar on his face and a completely disabled Dantian smiled softly.
A...
The Holy Land disciples looked at the hundreds of Sword Sect disciples in front of them in confusion.
Under the broadcast of the Mirror of the Sky, people in the entire twenty-one states stared blankly at everything in the mirror.
The Peach Blossom Sect disciples were stunned.
Wuhuaque was stunned.
Ji Nanjue was stunned.
Saint Yaoyan was stunned.
The people of Twenty-one Prefecture were stunned.
——Under the moonlight, the woman in the Taoist robe embroidered with silver sea and gold, that fragile woman's face was filled with happiness.