Fu Canglu

Chapter 449 Five Swords and Sixteen Swords

His Highness stood in a daze behind the Great Guangming Mountain Lord, listening to the screams of the big devil being hoisted up, which were even more tragic than the burning sword energy before.

First, the sound is worse than the sound.

Then there was a sound weaker than the sound.

In the end, it was almost like a gossamer.

The face of the man in white was still calm.

No one saw, his eyes were gloomy like clouds.

He took a deep breath, his fingers didn't tremble at all, and he still held the old devil high.

Torture.

Hou Qing coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He had already been abused to the point where his two arms were cut off by the sword energy, and his two legs could not touch the ground. Even if he existed as a soul, there was not a single intact part of his body.

The ancient magic way, the ancestor of string control, has been reduced to such a fate.

He smiled softly and looked at the man in white in front of him.

Among the many memory fragments, a small piece of fragmented memory was picked up by him.

On that deserted island, someone actually survived.

Become such an amazing sword fairy?
ridiculous.absurd.

"I remembered." Hou Qing coughed up a big mouthful of blood, smiled and looked at the Lord of Da Guangming Mountain, and said something that His Highness couldn't understand with a smile: "Sword Five, or Sword Sixteen?"

The man in white pierced his heart and lungs with a sword.

Cause and effect are scattered.

Ashes.

Yi Xiao stared blankly at this big devil, under the sword of cause and effect, it turned into a blood mist flying all over the sky, and finally gathered, turning into the nourishment of this sword.

The fairy sword was born.

The Poison Demon Mountain on the Holy Island has been suppressed for an extremely long time before the ghost gate dojo formation suppressed by the Fengting Sword Cottage, and it is still a step away from the fairy treasure.

The reason why the Liuxian Monument is highly praised, and even considered the greatest fairy fate in the world, is because it is a fairy treasure handed down from ancient times.

And this sword of karma had squeezed the immortal stele dry at this moment. When it was pulled out, the stele cracked and the whole world began to shake.

A real fairy sword!

And the man in white holding the sword, with a calm expression, raised his head slightly at this moment, looking at the dome of light falling from the sky, dancing around him like a waterfall.

The fairy sword is born, and the fairy holds the fairy sword.

A fairy scene.

His Highness felt a little emotional, and looked at the man in white who had his back turned to him.

He already knew it was him.

Just the sword stele he left on Da Guangming Mountain made several young geniuses in Shengdao break through and become quasi-monster-level sword practitioners.

On the way of the sword, one rides Juechen.

His Highness didn't know what Houqing meant by "Sword Five or Sword Sixteen".

No one knows his origin, what he has experienced.

He came to Holy Island alone.

Then he left the holy island alone.

No matter where you go, you are alone.

The stele of Liuxian in front of me, the stele was cracked, and the four words "Sword Dao Lonely" engraved on the surface no longer existed, and turned into flying ash, drifting away.

The man in white was thinking about that sentence in a daze.

"Sword Five or Sword Sixteen?"

In front of His Majesty's eyes were countless fireworks.

The world of immortal steles came to an end, Qingshi took back half of his soul, gained absolute power to control the field, and began to travel through space, re-blocking a remote space in this ghostly dojo.

Young master Xiaotao's mind reading and Qingshi's mind communication are in constant communication with him.

Qingshi brought all the people who were still alive in the stele to the last space of the stele.

Ye Shisan was pushing a wheelchair, his face pale, Qi Liang Northern Wei Xiguan, not even half of the people left.

Those whose dao hearts were broken in the immortal stele have become puppets controlled by Hou Qing, and have been beheaded to death.

The old man Yugong of the Northern Wei Dynasty was unexpectedly strong and saved his life.

And Qi Liang's Master Jian will stay here forever.

After experiencing this catastrophe, those who really survived did have a further great fortune.

It seemed that several evildoers survived the heart tribulation with ease.

Although the Princess Princess has never reached the level of evil spirits, within the immortal stele, his Taoist heart is not inferior to those of the top-notch Western Demon and Eastern Monarchs.

In the illusion of the Big Banyan Temple in Qingshi, under the small banyan tree, densely packed people.

The entire immortal stele will collapse.

Qingshi used great means to piece together the two spaces.

A crack appeared in the space in front of him, and then the two worlds were connected.

Everyone saw the space where His Highness was.

The land undulates like a dragon and a snake.

On the largest piece of earth and rock, His Highness stood behind the man in white.

The stone tablet suspended in front of the man in white shattered to the final stage.

The first time they saw this white-clothed man, the complexions of the monsters all changed.

Dongjun's complexion turned pale.

Xi Yao squinted her eyes, and the tip of her hair was ignited with fiery emptiness.

Qingshi raised his hands calmly, pressed them on the shoulders of the two, and said in a low voice: "Don't think about fighting, you won't win."

This sentence was not for Dong Jun, but for the murderous master of the Western Regions next to him.

Liang Liang snorted coldly, suppressing the boiling hostility.

The virtual inflammation burning at the end of the hair was slowly extinguished.

She looked at the bizarre scene in front of her.

The man in white, under the reflection of countless skylights, was indeed a transcendent immortal. Even if his brother stood beside him, he looked a little bleak at this moment.

Xiguan Ren Pingsheng trembled.

Jiang Qingyi sensed his abnormality, patted his back lightly, and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

The thin man who was once known as the sword crown of the Northern Wei Dynasty had a trembling and unsteady voice at the moment.

Ren Pingsheng said with difficulty: "It's him."

Jiang Qingyi raised his head and said with emotion: "I've heard about your affair with him, it's nothing to lose to such a person."

If a person is born deficient, what kind of tribulations must he go through to be qualified to hold a sword?

Your Highness knows about this problem.

How can such a person become number one in the world?

His Highness really wanted to ask the man in white in front of him.

When meeting Li Changge for the first time, Yi Xiao once firmly believed that the big disciple of Fengxue Yincheng was a unparalleled sword embryo with a sword bone, and he was destined to become the number one swordsman in the world.

Li Changge was number one in the 16 Spring and Autumn List.

Pushing forward, it was another person.

That person has no aura.

That person has nothing.

There is only one sword.

There is also only one sword.

At that time, the little Highness was just thinking, how much courage does it take for such a person, with a sword, to dare to challenge the sword master who has lived in the sword cottage for a long time?

Later, His Royal Highness knew that this had nothing to do with courage.

The sword must be unsheathed.

From the end of the beginning talisman to the beginning of the Spring and Autumn Period, the sword master is the well-deserved No. 1 in the world of swordsmanship.

If you want to become number one in the world, you must defeat number one in the world.

Except for Lord Sword Master, the others are far behind him, too far, too far.

Jian Zongming didn't even bother to draw a sword.

Above Jian Zongming, he is the sword master in the realm of the great master.

Under Jian Zongming, it is the Xuanhuang Sword of the Ninth Grade Realm.

What's the point of such a world?
The rivers and lakes are boring, and there is no romance, so is he born?
The man in white was in a waning mood, he held the Immortal Sword of Karma in his hand, stabbed it down, and stood on the earth and rocks at the bottom of his feet.

He propped his hands on the hilt of the sword and raised his toes slightly, as if he was standing and looking into the distance.

Long hair dancing wildly.

The sky is grand.

Sword five, or sword sixteen?

Jian Zongming closed his eyes.

The words that that person once said to himself, sentence by sentence, echoed in my ears.

"You are destined to be number one among sword repairmen."

"It's not number one in the world, nor is it number one in the world."

"It is number one, no matter how you count it, no matter when you count it, it is the number one that is number one!"

What a childish thing to say.

The man in white smiled.

"I don't know when I can leave this place."

"This place is too boring, one sword, two swords, three swords, the name is so ugly."

"If you go out in the future, you will have a weird and resounding name."

"Let everyone remember you."

"Make everyone fear you."

"Make everyone look up to you!"

Jian Zongming stood at the end of the collapse of the world, the piece of earth and rock slowly rose up, flew up flat, and slowly flew towards the dome of the sky.

Everyone remembered the figure in white.

Xi Yao, Dong Jun, Qing Shi, and Ye Shisan looked up at this ethereal figure of a fairy, unavoidably, with a trace of awe in their hearts.

His Highness heard him muttering to himself.

"Sword Five or Sword Sixteen?"

The man in white thought of the figure in the white lotus ink robe that appeared out of thin air when he was sleepy for thirteen days on that deserted island and almost starved to death many years ago.

The memory is hazy.

It was an extremely remote little world.

The mountain master in the white lotus ink robe came here by chance because of an accident in Qingli's teleportation formation.

He found a young man lying on the ground, ragged, almost dead.

Holding a sword in his arms.

He also tightly hugged another bloody, rotten corpse.

The owner of the mountain had never seen a young man crying so miserably, his whole body was covered in sword wounds, but he was not crying because of the sword wounds.

That sword was an ordinary sword that couldn't be more ordinary.

The mottled word Dugu is engraved on it.

The young man cried for an unknown amount of time, his voice was hoarse from crying, and he was extremely tired, but he stubbornly refused to let go.

Hold that corpse.

No one knows what he went through.

On the entire deserted island, except for this valley, there is no one else.

This valley is densely packed with corpses.

Except for the young man, there were sixteen people in total.

Sixteen corpses.

An old man, empowered with sword energy, died bleakly, not far from the boy holding the sword.

Except for the old man, the rest of the corpses in this valley had a number engraved with sword energy on their foreheads.

From one, to sixteen.

The boy who died had five engraved on his forehead.

The only one alive, engraved with it is sixteen.

Sword five, sword sixteen.

(End of this chapter)