Chapter 448 Those who are on the list of successful candidates and rank in the top three will receiv

Gu Han was somewhat puzzled.

He had clearly seen the old blind man's sword.

"That sword."

Chongming sighed.

"It was made by Feiyu, the girl, who took a piece of rare gold from the Xuanji Ancient Saint Dao, searched for skilled craftsmen and array masters, and spent a hundred years to forge it."

A Xuanji Saint, with a peerless appearance.

A Xuantian Sword Master, handsome and elegant.

They were made for each other.

Although the Xuanji Ancient Dao was a super ancient force, it was still much weaker than the extremely prosperous Xuantian Sword Sect. The two fell in love, and both sides were very happy. As for the ancient rule that the Xuanji Saint Lady could not be involved in love... it was automatically ignored by those people in the Ancient Saint Dao.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive."

These were the original words of the Xuanji Ancient Saint Lord.

Gu Han was a little surprised.

"This Saint Lord is quite open-minded."

"Of course he is open-minded."

Chongming curled his lips.

"Being pointed at by the previous sword masters of Xuantian Sword Sect at the same time, anyone would be open-minded!"

Gu Han:...

"Master Ji."

He was a little curious.

"What is the name of the old man's sword?"

"..."

Chongming was silent for a moment.

"Red Dust."

Red Dust Flying Rain Cloud Sword.

With the breeze as a companion and the bright moon as a partner, we travel in the red dust.

That was the agreement they made back then.

At this moment.

The atmosphere became a little heavy, and even the fat man put away his laughing expression.

Chongming didn't say it.

But they knew it very well.

This love started with perfection, but was destined to end in sadness.

"The two of them."

Chongming spoke again, his tone a little low, "They have been together for a long time, and they can't let go of each other, so they simply set a date for the wedding, but just before the wedding... that damn God Clan came!"

"How did he come, no one knows."

"Where did he come from, no one knows."

"It seems that his purpose of coming is just to destroy the Xuantian Sword Sect."

Gu Han was silent.

He vaguely felt that the style of these God Clan seemed to be a little different from what he saw in the Xuandan Camp.

"Master Ji."

The fat man seemed to have thought of something.

"The one in the God-Slaying Formation was the one back then..."

"Not just him."

"Not just?"

"Boy."

Chongming didn't answer, but glanced at Gu Han.

"Is the sword intent Xiaoyun gave you strong?"

"Very strong!"

"Then do you know how strong he was at his peak? At that time, his cultivation had reached the peak, far surpassing the other eight sword masters. He was the real number one in Xuantian Domain. If he had been given more time, maybe... he could have successfully taken that step! What a pity..."

A trace of regret flashed in its eyes.

"The gods who descended that year were not one, but six. The one in the God-Slaying Formation was just the weakest!"

Six!

Gu Han's heart was shocked.

The higher his cultivation.

The deeper his feelings.

He thought to himself, even if his cultivation had reached the extraordinary realm at this time, he still had no resistance to the arm in the God-Slaying Formation.

Such an existence.

It was only the weakest?

What strength should the five stronger ones have?

"They..."

"Dead, all dead."

Chongming looked sad.

"In that battle, except for Xiaoyun, the previous sword masters, the sect master, and those ordinary disciples... a total of 137 people, all died in the battle! No one was afraid of fighting, no one retreated, and no one was afraid of death! At the cost of everyone's life, a god was successfully killed!"

"The rest..."

"Xiaoyun killed them."

Chongming sighed.

"In fact, when those gods just came, if Xiaoyun wanted to leave, no one could stop him..."

In a trance.

It seemed to see the scene of that year again...

...

In the void.

A tall figure stood with a sword in his hand. Even though the long sword in his hand was full of cracks and the white clothes on his body were already stained with blood, he still protected the remaining dozen disciples behind him.

"Are you stupid?"

Not far away.

A big rooster's eyes were full of sadness.

"Why don't you leave!"

Swish!

...

At the same time, more than a dozen figures behind him knelt on one knee, speaking in a sad tone.

"Sword Master! Please leave quickly!"

"Everyone."

Yun Jiansheng glanced at the sword in his hand and whispered: "May I ask, what is a sword cultivator?"

"Go forward courageously!"

"Live towards death!"

Everyone suppressed their grief and answered in unison.

"That's right."

Yun Jiansheng nodded.

"Sword cultivators of our generation, why should we fear life and death?"

"As the Sword Master of Xuantian, I should guard the sect and protect my fellow disciples. How can I escape alone and live in the world?"

"The sword can be broken, but the sword bones cannot be broken!"

Across.

Four giants as tall as ten thousand feet stood in silence.

Six arms and three eyes.

The body was surrounded by red light, and the face was cold, indifferent to all living beings.

"Today."

The giant in the center spoke slowly, his voice without any emotion.

"Xuantian should be destroyed!"

"My fellow disciples."

Yun Jiansheng seemed unaware and slowly raised the Red Dust Sword.

"Follow me... and kill the enemy!"

"Follow the Sword Master's orders!"

With determination in their eyes, dozens of people dragged their broken bodies, burned themselves completely, and rushed towards the remaining four gods with a fearless attitude!

boom!

…

The sword intent goes wild, and the divine power trembles!

"Jianshou, I'll go too!"

"It's a life worth getting to know Jian Shou!"

"Fellow disciples, see you on the road to Huangquan!"

"..."

The final explosion of more than ten people successfully tore a hole in the overbearing divine power that spread throughout the void!

immediately!

A figure is coming with a sword to kill!

Very small stature.

For the huge protoss, it is only as big as dust.

only.

Just this dust, but there is a domineering and unparalleled sword in the body, which seems to be able to cut the sky and destroy the earth!

"Roar!"

A roar sounded!

The figure instantly disappeared into the brows and eyes of a god!

The sword intent was scattered in all directions.

The body of the God Clan disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a red mist that filled the sky, completely wrapping his figure in it!

"Human race."

The death of a companion.

The protoss in the middle did not move at all, and his voice remained cold and cold.

"You did your best."

boom!

His big hand pressed down instantly!

In an instant!

The endless red mist rolled continuously and was directly compressed within three feet, like a mountain, pressing down on the crumbling Yun Jiansheng!

boom!

Visible to the naked eye.

The sword body of Hongchen Sword also disintegrated inch by inch.

Yun Jiansheng said nothing.

The arm trembled slightly, but was raised firmly. The sword intent around him became more and more violent. Not only did the red mist stop its falling, it even had a faint tendency to collapse.

The sword is full of silence.

Raise your hands to shake the power of God!

"Human race."

first.

There was a bit of solemnity in the eyes of the protoss.

"your name."

"Xuantian Sword Head, Yun Jiansheng!"

boom!

The words fell.

A ray of sword light suddenly rose up, illuminating the silence and dispersing the halo that shrouded the gods!

A sword flew across the air.

Shaking the world!

…

On Yan Qi's back.

Chongming sighed softly, "After the outbreak, he ran out of energy and led me to chase the last protoss here... You should all know what happened next."

"Chicken Lord."

Yan Qi was a little puzzled.

"Where are the subordinate sects of Xuantian Sword Sect?"

"them?"

Chongming sneered.

"A large part of them added insult to injury and took advantage of the attack of the Gods to snatch away the sword stele. Some of them were neutral and watched. Only a very small number were willing to advance and retreat with the Xuantian Sword Sect, but they were stopped by Xiaoyun. With that kind of strength... facing the gods, whoever comes will die!"

Gu Han felt a little heavy.

Xuandan camp.

Xuantian Sword Cultivator.

Although the two are millions of years apart, or even longer, when facing the gods, their characteristics are surprisingly similar.

Resist till the end.

Never regret it!

"Chicken Lord."

He took a deep breath.

"That sword monument, I..."

"never mind."

Chongming suddenly shook his head and interrupted him, "This matter is because Master Ji didn't think it through well. Don't mention it again."

Gu Han remained silent.