A few strands of residual clouds shine through the haze of the ghost Buddha world.

When you sway through the sea of ​​swords and land on the boundless white snow, the mountains are covered with murmurs and branches are stained with sadness.

"rustle……"

The sound of the wind remains, the sound of the snow remains.

The sword ancestor left, Gu, Xiao, and tears were also taken away.

Looking up, there were only two solemn figures left above the void, with aura as bleak as the cold winter.

The sky is like a large upside-down bowl, protecting the countless people inside the bowl, and also covering the scenery outside the bowl.

So everything becomes unknown.

Humans are spiritual animals and are born to predict dangers.

Even if I don’t know what the general situation is now, I have no idea that I can turn my head. I blinked and looked at the two ancient sword cultivators in the void for no reason.

Everyone around the mountain felt cold and unconsciously took a few steps back, giving up a large area of ​​battlefield space.

The matchmaker grabbed the golden apricot and felt uncomfortable.

She frowned and murmured to herself and to the tens of millions of apricots in the preaching scene:

"I feel that the rain has arrived..."

Buzz!

I just blurted out the words.

The sea of ​​swords in the void was roaring and trembling. Tens of thousands of swords spread out to both sides in the shape of two wings.

Eight priests walked out of the blank sword stream slowly, and the solemn expression on their face gradually returned to normal, and finally became a long sigh:

"The past style is gone now, red, pink, fat, flesh, skeleton bones."

"Brother Hua, I looked up to the Sword Ancestor and also to the Sword Twenty-one. The so-called 'true fortune' was a joke."

He raised his palm.

The sound of chanting in the sea of ​​swords was heard.

In addition to the ghost hunting in Hua Changdeng's hand, the remaining famous swords, including Yue Lian who lost his master, and the magical scepter that had penetrated into the past...

Return all of them!

Twenty swords, twisting and turning around the eight monks, make people look heroic and extraordinary.

The eight Zun An raised his head and looked forward. His black hair was flying, his sword was scattered, and the sword of the same name was twenty swirling and spitting, and his momentum became higher and higher.

“Buzz buzz…”

The sword thought was born from the famous sword and flowed into the body of the Eight Masters. After the eight masters grew warm and strengthened, it flowed back to the body of the famous sword.

It repeats itself.

The famous sword is like fading dust, and the light is even more intense.

The eight masters are as good as being out of the sheath, and their fighting spirit is rising step by step.

Not long after, when the wind and snow in Lingyu Mountain were storming, thousands of swords in the sea of ​​swords like spreading their wings behind them buzzed, and they shot out brilliant silver lights, all of which were accepted by the eight masters.

"Immortal Sword Body..."

Hua Changdeng knew at a glance that the hole that the eight monks had missing thirty years ago had been perfectly completed thirty years later.

And just as the opposite said, he could see that the famous sword twenty-one pointed to the mysterious and wonderful point, which was not only that.

Finally, a sword ancestor popped up, but suppressed the real "original fortune".

From this we can see that the ones above are not that they step on the shoulders of giants to verify whether kendo is feasible.

They can only live one Gu they raise.

And if you can't walk out of a new path, you will still die in the end.

Although letting aside the true nature of the Twenty-One Famous Swords, he and the Eighth and the other ones can continue to discuss the Tao, determine the level of the high and low, and create a spark when they collided.

But……

Is there still time?

Hua Changdeng rubbed the sword jade in his hand, shook his head silently, hid it carefully, and put it in his arms.

No time left!

Going to the sword tower is to die.

Waiting for death is also a matter of waiting.

When the Third Patriarch loses patience or finds a gap to descend to the five realms, if the achievements are not achieved, they will all become nothing.

There is only one way left.

war!

If you use war to raise your sword and use sword to support others, you will not be able to be called a god and ancestor, and you will die and die!

rumble……

Lingyu Mountain shook slightly, the wind and snow rolled, and everyone was shocked to retreat again and again.

The eight masters are familiar with the situation.

Hua Changdeng also pulled out the ghost hunting.

The two of them competed in one fell swoop, and for the world, they only gave one message.

There is no need to worry about where Xiao Xiao is going, and there is no need to look at the situation outside the bowl. Just focus on the front of you and only look at the evening.

"Here you..."

The matchmaker grabbed Jin Xing, stepped on her slender legs, and ran backwards while shouting excitedly: "It's going to fight!"

The cultivators of Lingyu Mountain immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Everyone wanted to put on wings, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

It was not until this time that everyone realized that they were getting too close.

This is a good distance to watch the battle, but it is okay to discuss the truth.

When the two of them really fight, the aftermath of the collision of momentum can almost destroy people's minds.

"run!"

"Run to the mountain!"

"The sky cannot be waited, I guess it will be crushed with one blow..."

So rational.

Everyone ran and were hot.

It’s OK to break it, just fight. If you open the mysterious and unable to see the so-called scenery behind the door of the Sword Ancestor, these two people may not be able to give people a higher inspiration.

"Brush!"

Above the sky, the sword thoughts were swallowed and spitted, and it had become a fierce momentum.

The eight masters who are hundreds of feet apart and expand outward are the real silver light sword thoughts.

After a glance, my heart was terrified.

There is a sense of explosive power that you can't hold on for the next breath and others will explode.

But even so, tens of thousands of swords in the sea of ​​swords, and the surging sword energy was still injected into the eight Zou An's body, and they pushed the sword thought field out step by step, as if there was no limit.

Hundred feet...

Three hundred feet...

Five hundred feet...

The Eighth Sword Immortal is no longer the Eighth Sword Immortal. He has become a bottomless pit and is trying to provoke himself?

"There is no result to seek outside, and everything should be sought inside."

"Brother Hua, the mystery of the Sword Ancestor cannot be demonstrated for you. My hidden sword technique may also give you three points of inspiration..."

The eight monks' eyes burst out with dazzling sword light.

When all the sword power was contained in the body, the clear sound came from the throat, but it was like a weapon was born into an iron furnace, and it was extremely sonorous:

"Ten Thousand Swords, Return to One!"

With a sound of rest, my sleeves were raised, and the sea of ​​swords buzzed and rioted.

It is no longer limited to the sword energy and the nourishment of sword thoughts. Tens of thousands of swords are all sweeping through the sky. The point of the sword tip is the eight masters.

"No..."

Everyone in the Five Realms widened their eyes and looked at the next scene in disbelief.
To be continued...