The star sword was completely pulled out and then slashed down on his head.

This sword has no fancy techniques, it just slashes down like this.

From northwest to southeast.

From the grassland to the East China Sea.

One sword cut a gap that divided the whole world into two halves.

Then nine huge meteors fell from outside the sky and fell into the four states.

"Ahem... It's true that I shouldn't have been so forced... I remember that my sword could cover 30,000 miles, and the nineteen continents of the light cold, which led to the twenty-eight constellations coming to the world. But now I can't even move the sword and the stars... I can only fall nine small stones."

"I call myself the old man Xingjian, but I am the sword immortal who is truly a member of the immortal class across the fairy bridge! If it weren't for that stranger...ah..."

The old man's face was a little sad, as if he was smiling bitterly. But Huo Wang and others didn't see it clearly because of the gap between distance and strength, and this emotion was felt from the bottom of their hearts.

From that moment on, they realized that there really were immortals in this world. They stood at an unattainable height and looked at their insect-like worm-like selves.

Huo Wang and the other four kings still don’t understand why none of his twenty-eight disciples came to help in the last battle? Who did he refer to? Why did the sword immortal, who had already attained the throne, survived here and established a secular dynasty? The war ended in such a confused manner.

The gap that was split out by the Xingyuan Sword was formed by the backflow of sea water.

The dynasty ends.

The world has evolved into the current situation.

However, there is a secret contract between the five kings: no one can reveal the truth of the last battle; no one can explore deeper secrets; no one can get any one of the stars swords, they must inform the other four kings and then negotiate the way to deal with it together.

The past turns into secret history. But the vigorous ambition of being a member of the Immortal Class has planted seeds in everyone's hearts.

Especially Huo Wang.

After obtaining the Xinglan Sword, he has been trying to break through the mystery of the sword for so many years and cross the fairy bridge from it. But decades have passed and he has never achieved his wish.

"If you don't enter the three lights, you will not be able to reach the immortal bridge after all..."

The three talents are heaven, earth and man; the three lights are sun, moon and stars.

No matter what weapon you use, as long as you can achieve the four conveniences, you will become a human master. However, there is no clear statement on how far you reach these four directions and how long you can reach them. If you go further, it will be the realm of the Earth Sect, which is above all sides! If you can't insert the needle, you can't splash water.

As for the gods who shine in Jiuzhou, it is unheard of today.

Huo Wang is already the Earth Sword Sect, but he originally used a gun.

A twelve silver spear with a staff and a silver spear has been immersed in many years of hard work. When it dances, it is filled with heavy rain falling in the goose swallows and the white waves are surging.

Xinglan always gave him the feeling of being arrogant, domineering, and arrogant. But in the shaking just now, Huo Wang felt a sense of fear. It was not a fear of death or danger, but a kind of awe between the son and the father, the ministers and the king, and the lower-ranking person and the superior.
Chapter completed!