Gu Han was a little confused.

He had clearly seen the sword of the old blind man.

"That sword."

Chongming sighed.

"It was Feiyu who took a piece of strange gold from Xuanji Ancient Holy Dao to search for skilled craftsmen and master of formations, and it took a hundred years to build it."

A saint Xuan Ji with a peerless appearance.

A Xuantian sword head, Fengshen is handsome.

It is made of heaven and earth, and it is extremely suitable.

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

"Rules are dead, and people live."

This is the original words of the ancient sage master Xuan Ji.

Gu Han was a little surprised.

"This Holy Lord is quite enlightened."

"Of course enlightened."

Chongming curled his lips.

"Being pointed at the sword heads of the Xuantian Sword Sect at the same time, anyone who has changed it will be enlightened!"

Gu Han:...

"Just Mr. Chicken."

He was a little curious.

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

“…”

Chongming was silent for a moment.

"Red Dust."

The sword of the flying rain clouds in the world is born.

The breeze is a companion, the bright moon is a companion, and travels around the world.

It was the agreement between the two of them back then.

At this moment.

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

Chongming didn't say anything.

But they know very well.

This love begins with perfection, but is destined to end with desolation.

"They're both."

Chongming spoke again, his tone a little low, "I have been with you for a long time and can no longer let go of each other, so I simply set the wedding date, but on the eve of the wedding...that damn gods are here!"

"How did it come about, no one knows."

"No one knows where it came from."

"The purpose of his coming seemed to be to destroy Xuantian Sword Sect."

Gu Han was silent.

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

"Just Mr. Chicken."

The fat man seemed to have thought of something.

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

"It's not just him."

"not only?"

"Boy."

Chongming didn't answer and glanced at Gu Han.

"Is the sword intent that Xiaoyun gave you strong?"

“Very strong!”

"Then do you know how strong he was at his peak? At that time, his cultivation level had reached its peak, far surpassing the other eight sword heads. He was the veritable number one person in the Xuantian Realm. If he gave him some more time, maybe... he would be able to take that step successfully! Unfortunately..."

A trace of regret flashed in its eyes.

"The gods that came back then were not one, but six, and the one in the God-killing Formation was just the weakest!"

Six!

Gu Han felt a sudden shock in his heart.

The higher the cultivation level.

The deeper he felt.

He thought to himself that even if his cultivation reached the extraordinary realm at this time, he still had no ability to resist when facing the arm in the God-killing Formation.

Such existence.

It's just the weakest?

What are the strengths of those five stronger ones?

"them……"

"Die, all dead."

Chongming looked sad.

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

"That rest..."

"Xiao Yun killed it."

Chongming sighed.

"Actually, when those gods just arrived, if Xiaoyun wanted to leave, no one could stop him..."

In a trance.

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

...

Inside the silence.

A majestic figure stood in the sword. Even though the long sword in his hand was covered with cracks and the white clothes on his body had long been stained with blood, it still protected the dozens of remaining disciples behind him.

"Are you stupid?"

Not far away.

A big cock's eyes were filled with sadness.

"Why not leave!"

brush!

brush!

...

At the same time, more than ten figures behind him were kneeling on one knee, with a painful tone.

"Sword Head! Please leave quickly!"

"Everyone."

Yun Jiansheng glanced at the sword in his hand and said softly: "Dare you ask, what is a sword cultivator?"

“Go ahead!”

"Life to death!"

Everyone endured their grief and answered in unison.

"good."

Yun Jiansheng nodded.

"Why are we sword cultivators afraid of life and death?"

"I am the head of Xuantian sword. I should guard the sect and protect my fellow disciples. How can I escape alone and survive in the world?"

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

opposite.

Four giants, thousands of feet tall, stood horizontally and silently.
To be continued...