"I'm crazy!"

Shut up……

Stop thinking...

Death for this ancestor!

The disordered spirit of Hedao and the boiling thoughts after hearing the sound at this moment made Hua Changdeng himself notice his abnormality and lose control.

He immediately reached out and summoned:

"My order: Fengdu!"

With a loud bang, Fengdu descended from the dream world.

The broken divine court Fengdu has a blurry scene inside and is still being reshaped. Hua Changdeng wants Fengdu to protect himself, but also wants Fengdu to crash into him.

If possible, He wanted to smash the eight spirits and minds hard and smash his stinky mouth that could not be closed.

"I hesitated..."

The sudden calm made Hua Changdeng feel slightly anxious. He missed the best time because of hesitation and set himself in place and did not take action.

To outsiders, this seems to be scared by the eight masters.

Subconsciously, I use Fengdu to protect myself, like a bunch of flower buds, wanting to close myself with the Divine Court.

On the other hand, the eight masters clearly have no body, their spirit, and their minds are broken, and their hands are just illusions from the dream.

In this way, he still dared to step forward!

step……

Another step...

Unprepared, the empty door was wide open, and he dared to carry his sword and walk towards him?!

...

"The lonely building frost moonlit night..."

...

Shut up!

Hua Changdeng's eyes were red, and two selfs popped out of her mind.

One is the ancient sword cultivator himself. He told himself that the image of the lonely building was the highest, but the sword ancestor, the sword ancestor reincarnation, and he was newly sealed. The eight masters knew the highest level of this sword. They could not open the mysterious gate or break through their own defense. They could go.

The other is the black robe himself of the Soul Way. He told himself that the great dream has not been broken, and the eight swords are in full swing. Since they have chosen to defend, don’t do anything randomly, so as not to be seen. It is impossible to be buried in the eight swords of the second sword, but it is necessary to be guarded against this point, after all, the "illusion" sword technique!

It was like watering ice water, and the long lamp woke up again.

He realized again that because of hesitation and hesitation, he chose to "stop".

"Sword Ghost!"

Missed twice.

Just choose to hold on completely.

Hua Changdeng summoned the three swords of the sword ghost, ordered the guards around him, and raised the altar of the Hundred Ghosts.

He wanted to see what height the Eight Masters knew about this second sword could reach!

...

"The chrysanthemums are boiling in autumn..."

...

Wow!

The whole world suddenly died.

As soon as the sword words were released, Hua Changdeng realized that it was broken.

He saw the thousands of ancient sword cultivators who should have disappeared, and suddenly stopped.

They are not dead.

After the Eight Lords Ansheng Ding Ding, they turned into golden chrysanthemum petals, and they flew into the eight Lords Ansheng's body.

The power also surged!

The dream is a great future, and there is no other scenery.

The lonely building was formed under the silver moon, and was dyed golden by Xiaosha Qiu. In the end, there was only a murderous autumn chrysanthemum full of murderous aura, blooming under Yu Bazun'an's feet.

On each petal, Taoist patterns are carved, and an ancient sword cultivator stands.

There is the sword god Gulou Shadow, the divine sword Feng Wuhen, the nine sword saints, the guest of the raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...

There are swords and sword holders who have become famous in the world, standing together at the feet of the Eight Lords, supporting the lonely swordsman building of "him".

At the feet of the ancient sword cultivators, golden autumn chrysanthemums soon filled with murderous aura, blooming with all the petals.

Hua Changdeng's eyes darkened. I don't know if he was lost in the memory of the ghost ancestor in a certain place or was shocked by the images below.

He was once an ancient sword cultivator.

He can't see where he can't see it.

With ten thousand swords entering the Tao and with murderous intent, the image is not only the sword god, but also under the foundation of the great dream, the combined power of thousands of sword cultivators in ancient and modern times is the command to make a sword...

This is not the Wanjian Technique, what is this?

And a sword that needs to be built on the basis of the Three Realms and Great Dreams Qianqiu, can be drawn, this sword...

Could it be an absolute imperial system?

Could it be the Wrath of the Great Red God?

These two do not use Qiu Ju to enter the Tao with her murderous intention, nor do they need to borrow the "name" of thousands of ancient sword cultivators in ancient and modern times!

...

"A lonely building frosty moonlit night, thousands of swords boil over chrysanthemums in autumn."

"Half-foot green bones, a thousand years of pride."

...

A poem, a sword, a sword, a song.

Eight masters are erratic step by step, stepping on the image of the Sword God Gu Tower, and starting the killing situation of thousands of sword cultivators from ancient times to the present.

What he promoted was not self-pride, but he was promoted by the unyielding pride of ancient sword cultivators for countless epochs.

Just like the sword Qingju in a dream in my hand, even though it is broken and weak, it is still moving forward!

The sword is so.

That's what I do.

Our generation has thousands of ancient sword cultivation, and has always been like this.
Chapter completed!