"With your hands..."

"How much strength?"

"Seven points..."

Seven-point force, are you really not going to die on the spot?

The storyteller hesitated for a moment, then slowly released a hand. Just as he had gathered strength, a voice came from the front:

"Don't...Lingyuan..."

Bang!

Clap it away with one palm.

The weak and weak Eight Masters did not move at all.

But from his body, a silver stream of light actually jumped out and was thrown into the sky like a dragon!

The storyteller raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.

"elder brother……"

What did he see?

They were dressed in white, in their prime, with long swords on their waists, and could sing with their swords, the Eight Masters of the Sword.

Weak and feeble, they remain before our eyes.

When I was young, I wanted to go to the horizon again.

The silver stream of light jumped away and condensed in mid-air. The madness of its sword intention and the huge power of the sword were almost as soon as it appeared...

Totally out of control!

I was attracted by the images of preaching mirrors from various places in the Central Region!

"bite--"

The preaching mirror mother mirror is originally under control.

At an unexpected moment, the mirror seemed to go berserk, throwing out many scenes for the people of the five regions.

What Feng Zhongzui wants to show everyone is not important.

Mission Mirror Mother Mirror has an idea of ​​its own!

"What?"

The wind was drunk and startled.

He thought that the spirit of the preaching mirror was frightened and turned into a demon, and was going to do something to him. He was just about to ask the old master what the situation was.

But when I accidentally glanced at those pictures a few times from the corner of my eye, my pupils actually trembled violently on their own.

"Wait! Wait!"

"No! No! This..."

Feng Zhongzui's whole body was convulsing out of control, and his hands couldn't stop shaking anymore, so he hurriedly let go of the preaching mirror.

He really wants to grab something!

But he could only point tremblingly at the picture in front of him.

The pictures were thrown out one by one by the mother mirror, forming a scene after scene, pieced together into the whole process of the sword thought flowing from the central region to the south, flying across the sky, and stepping to the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain!

"Ahhhh——"

There was a sharp crackling sound in the wind.

He is usually a sharp-tongued person, and he can also be the commentator on the battle situation in the five regions.

The sound that came out of his mouth now was the same as that of the ancient sword cultivators buried in the Sword Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Feng Family in the Southern Region and other places!

The crazy "Ahhh" sound lasted for a long time, and I was so drunk that I even choked on my own saliva.

When the stream of light disappeared from the mirror, but appeared in front of him, the drunkenness and loss of control in the wind reached the extreme.

Stuttering, too!

"He, he, he..."

"he!"

Before this, Feng Zhongzui thought that he had no vision of gods or Buddhas.

As for the Sword God of the Eastern Region, it’s enough to respect the sword god, but to respect an ordinary person, that’s a little too much.

After this, Feng Zhongzui realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

Although some people are not dead, they are not perfect, and they even have many flaws and criticisms.

——He can still become a legend while he is alive!

"Eighth! Sword! Immortal!"

The white clothes were fluttering in front of me in the heart-wrenching and roaring wind, walking leisurely and leisurely.

In my impression, he did not have a hip flask at this time.

But at this moment, the white clothes are like a sword coming from the east, drunkenly walking away from the sky, and the indulgence has reached the extreme.

He walked by.

There is not even a profile left in the preaching mirror, and no one can remember its true shape.

"..."

There is no sword chant.

But Feng Zhongzui's sword intent was instantly detonated.

He was so happy and comfortable to the extreme that he felt that one person had attained enlightenment and chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

When the white clothes pass by and the breeze blows on my face, all the questions about the way of swordsmanship in my mind are explained.

The ruins of the Holy Mountain are surrounded by flying sand and rocks, leaves are floating in the air, and swords are blooming but not emitted.

Thousands of swords in the sky outside the mountain follow, gathering together but not dispersing, paying homage but not worshiping, and not daring to say a word.

If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?

The whole world was quiet until the white clothes passed by and drifted towards the original site of the ladder to heaven.

From the central region to the south, the wind carried a few chuckles from afar, as well as the free and uninhibited short song:

"Being a guest in the world of mortals...it feels like a world away from home..."

"Desire is as high as the blue sky...Buddha reclining on the golden ladder at dawn..."

The man in white clothes walked towards Master Shou.

The lingering sounds merge and return.

Even if you are drunk in the wind, you don't need to grab the preaching mirror. The preaching mirror can lock on to that figure on its own.

But with Master Shou's face gnashing his teeth, the white clothes "went" through Master Shou, and something was touched from his chest.

He stood behind the Master and Disciple without sleeves, with his back remaining, and pointed over his shoulder, pinching out a token.

The order is extremely dark, and the character "eight" on the order is not visible.

But when the sword thought was poured out, the white clothes and black orders, the character "eight" on it lit up with a dazzling silver light, accompanied by a soft drink:
Chapter completed!