Chasing the moon, the sky understands!

Fantasy Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, Nine Sword Saint Luo Xian, Long Wan'er, Fengchengxue, Xiaohei...

The guest of the straw raincoat, Taiyi Master, Lingzang...

Guyu, Rao Yaoyao...

Every ancient sword cultivator turned his head and stared at Hua Changdeng, and threw all his body and spirit into the sword that he had been with him for a long time.

“Buzz buzz!”

“Click clang clang clang clang!

The five-domain sword roars were heard, and it continued.

One wave is higher than another, and the sky is free from the craze.

The spectator below covered his mouth and nose, and his eyes were shocked.

The long light of the game in China was shocked and terrified, and the scalp was numb.

Ten thousand swords are from famous sword artifacts to third and sixth grades. Even if they only have a weak force, the ancient sword cultivator who was invited is not stingy and contributes with all his strength.

Ninety thousand fantasy, no one is indifferent, ghosts hide their feelings...

Sword Technique variants, sword move variants, and images of heavenly understanding are numerous.

One technique after another, one after another, every form of ancient sword cultivator, every form of ancient sword technique, what you know and don’t know, all of them will be cut to Hua Changdeng’s body and spirit.

Hua Zu?

Under the torrent of swordsmanship that dreams of thousands of years, while singing the sound of swords that are ancient and modern, Huachang lamps were instantly cracked countless times and torn into their respective images of heavenly separation.

On the left, He had to deal with the picture of Taiyisheng Water Sword Bagua Taoist Palace;

On the right, He was pulled into the past of the world by the stars and moon singers;

The above Him feels loneliness in the snow and snow all over the city;

The Him below is unbearable under the murderous craze;

After He was forcibly divided, his power had already shown signs of falling from the realm of the Ancestral God.

But there are more than four answers in heaven, but thousands of answers.

From the only individual, Hua Changdeng was torn into millions of pieces, and he had to deal with the strongest posture of every ancient sword cultivator.

"What a dream!"

Gou Wuyue felt cold when she saw the palm of her palm, this was the "mysterious".

The Eight Masters know how to enter the Tao with dreams and tell the ancient sword cultivators of the Five Realms what is the real "illusion".

This is the clearest representation of Tao from virtual to real, rather than the clearest appearance of the sword opening after the sword opens the mysterious door, walks out a sword ancestor, chats for a few words before closing the door and going back.

"If this sword is against me..."

Gou Wuyue just put herself in her shoes and replaced the attacked object, and her soul began to tremble.

Too high.

This sword has a really outstanding artistic conception.

Even if you are granted the ancestor god, you will be able to resist the tear-breaking self by the Great Dream Qianqiu, what will happen after that?

Can the surviving self still find itself after enduring "differentiation"?

That's what I do.

The same is true for Hualonglanterns.

What's more, what Hua Zu, who was in a state of unstable state of Taoism, feared the most was this kind of self-separation attack!

"Ba Zun An, it's not only Hua Changdeng, but also hit his pain point of "distinguishing me"..."

It can be seen from the naked eye that under various images of heaven, Hua Changdeng's face quickly turned blue and white.

He clearly stood still, but everyone could imagine what the sword recipient should experience under the chanting of ancient and modern swords.

It's pain!

It is unimaginable pain!

"boom--"

The hundreds of ghost altar exploded and consecrated points, not shattered, but turned into millions of streamers, placed into millions of long lamps dream worlds, protecting His body, spirit, and mind.

Immediately afterwards, the three swords of the sword ghost were shocked at the same time, splitting and disintegrating, and also escaped into the dream in a protective way, resisting the Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Lift.

"The posture of a mortal, the sword suppresses the ancestor god."

Just this scene, the four words "Eighth Sword Immortal" have been highly praised by the altar among the cultivators of the Five Realms, and it is difficult to get out of here.

The oppressive feeling of fighting across levels is far more shocking than the crushing of the ancestor god in the same realm.

For a moment, it seems to be eternal.

Suddenly, at some point, Hua Zu's body steeped and he staggered back half a step.

In his body, a huge black-robed phantom of death was shocked and his body suddenly exploded with demonic energy.

"Hedao failed?"

Gou Wuyue's pupils dilated.

This is so amazing. Hua Changdeng is going to die under the Great Dream Qianqiu, and under the backlash of Hedao?

The five realms were shocked, but they underestimated the power of the ancestor god.

The demonic energy lasted for only a moment, and the shadow of the god of death returned to the body. Hua Changlantern opened her eyes in the vast dream for thousands of years, and she returned with anger:

"Ghost, call!"

He shouted for a long time, carrying the ten thousand swords and tearing them apart, while summoning the spirit ghost among the three sword spirit ghosts.

Then the sword light in his eyes was spitting out, and after the power of the spirit ghost was gathered, he cut off time with one sword and flew to the past.

"cut!"

This shocking word woke everyone up from their dreams.

The dream of a thousand years has been interrupted?

The cultivators of the Five Realms looked up and saw that in the real world, the Forgetful River was still guarding Hua Changdeng, isolated the eight Zun An’s breakthrough.

And just in the previous timeline...

Before the Eight Masters knew one step and were about to step into the Forgetful River and the sword opened its mystery, the spirit ghost suddenly flew out of the long river of time.

"cut!"

A command in the dream, a word in Lingyu, and a response.

The Spirit Ghost, the Three Swords of the Sword Ghost, actually slashed from the future of Dameng Qianqiu to the eight masters who used the sword in the past.

Realizing this, everyone was worried about it.

"This is the ancestor god!"

"No need to defend, but kill the danger's germination in the scramble?"

Ghost, too fast.

Everyone realized how difficult this sword was.

The Eight Zun An Ye realized that under his sword of dreaming into time, Hua Changdeng cut off time with a sword.

——Unexpected!

"call out!"

The light of inspiration cuts through the forehead.

The eight masters had half of their faces, and they were dyed black in an instant, which was a symbol of the soul being cut off.

Not as powerful as the ancestor god, Da Meng Qianqiu's disorder, all kinds of forces hidden in his body are out of control...

Hua Changdeng is in poor condition, and Bazun An is also reluctant.

When the sword was cut off, almost half of his soul power was taken away, his whole body was cracked, and he spurted blood when he opened his mouth.

"puff!"

Flying snow reflects red.

Under Fusang City, the Moon Palace Nu's face turned pale, as if she was the one who was caught in the sword, and she wanted to rush forward and exchange her injuries.

She had no impulse. In this battle, she couldn't play any role.

If Xiao Ba was distracted by her, he might fall in an instant.

Huh!

The black chicken also stood up straight, and his eyes were cross-eyed and he was straight.
To be continued...