"This sword energy..."

The Linghu wafted, and everyone was shocked.

Xiao Kongtong grabbed the mouth of the sack and lifted it up hard.

At this moment, only the lone and tall figure of the teacher in the sky was left in his eyes, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"The Eighth! Sword! Immortal!"

boom--

The dazzling silver sword energy squirted out from the mouth of the sack.

It was like a flood that had been blocked by a dam for decades. At this moment, the gate was opened and the flood was discharged, showing its will.

The sword energy is like a silver dragon, and the waterfall pours into the sky!

The sudden explosion of fluctuations even collapsed and retreated, pushing everyone around Linghu to wear clothes and hair.

After the sword energy, it is the sword chant.

Buzz!

The observers of the Five Domains passed from each family to the picture, and it was clearly visible that the torrent of sword energy was the first to fly out two thin flying swords as thin as needles.

"Fourth famous sword, double needles of the sleeve sword!"

"Xiao Kongtong snatched the famous sword from the boy of the Cheng family in Fusang City!"

No stopping.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

This is just the beginning.

With a swish, another long sword intertwined with black and white, followed the sword and came out with the torrent of sword energy, and Li You's face darkened.

"The eighth famous sword, double-shaped sword, ghost wheel sorrow!"

"That's the sword of the Yin Ghost Sect. Isn't the Yin Ghost Sect at the scene? Their sword was also taken away? When did it happen?"

Clam!

Another sound of movement.

Now the Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu can no longer calm down.

"The famous sword list ten, the sword is born, and the Daluo Jiu is born with the mysterious sword!"

"Three, three, these broken sacks are really famous swords?"

After the three swords, the torrent of sword energy continued.

But the famous sword inside did not continue to vacate the sky as everyone expected, and arranged in the sea of ​​swords.

"Not?"

Just when everyone was disappointed.

Xiao Kongtong grabbed the mouth of the sack with his hands, and his body trembled.

The sack was like a simple version of a fireworks. After silence, it slightly drummed, and then quickly turned to a sagging, and finally...

"Swish, swish, swish—"

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

"Cent, Cent, Cent—"

One famous sword after another came out one after another.

It was like not having money, the sword sprayed from the mouth of the sack to the sky sword sea, directly igniting the high-pitched emotions of the observers in the five realms.

"The purple long sword...the fifth famous sword, the fairy sword Zi Tianzui, the eighth sword immortal's former sword! "

"Tombstone! White tombstone! The Sword God's Time of Wind City Snow Monument, the Snow Sword Tomb's Famous City Snow, the Holy Slave Attacks the Tiansang Ling Palace at Night and took it from Su Qianqian!"

Su Qianqian...

A preacher gave the picture to the fourth son of the Burial Sword Tomb.

I have to say that this little girl is really in a strange way. After the Xue Jian was snatched, she would get the Demon Sword and Ten Thousand Soldiers and Demon Ancestor.

What a pity, in the end, it was all returned to Bazunan.

"besides!"

"I can't suppress it at all, it's still spraying!"

"Fifteen famous swords, dragon swords, green scales! Wuyue Sword Immortal used to wear a sword, and later gave it to his little red-clothed disciple. Unfortunately, he couldn't help it, and was also forcibly taken away by Xiaokongtong in Fusang City."

"Taiyisheng Water Sword! That is the sixteenth Taoist sword. I know! When the master attacked Dongtian King City at night, Madai Bazun An passed by the Yao family and took away the famous sword in the hand of Mr. Yao Ye! At that time, I was watching the battle next door... The matter of Yijian was really easy!"

"Black, that's Wuming? Dead Sword, Wuming! In the era of the Sword God, the sword that killed the Sword Saint was also the first generation of sword holders with four swords!"

One after another, one after another.

Each famous sword is related to more than one story.

In the end, even the comments of Xingzi from each family could not keep up with the speed of splattering swords, and the people in the Five Domains were only numb.

"Drunk Sword, Li Yue in the wine... I heard that the Eight Lords An also held this sword, but later they hid it for some reason."

"Snake Sword, Fei Yi... Do you know this? I heard that the sword spirit was transformed from ancient times..."

"Look! The sword is hurt, and the great sorrow is tears without swords! One of the eight masters of swords is also a famous sword forged by Kui Leihan!"

It looks familiar, not familiar.

I have heard of it, I have never heard of it.

As soon as the Xiaokongtong sack opened, the eyes of the people in the Five Realms increased by more than a piece, and the ancient sword cultivator on the Linghu Lake was even more so.

Rumors are worse than meeting, and meeting is worse than meeting.

I don’t know what the battle will be next, but just seeing the scene of famous swords gathering together with your own eyes is worth it.

"Not?"

Until the 21st-ranked wounded sword was reborn, Xiao Kongtong's sack completely shrank, and everyone still felt that they were still unsatisfied.

"It turns out that the collection of swords that the Holy Nu mentioned is really collecting all the five-domain name swords. Eight Zun An is not kidding at all."

"Xiao Kongtong is really... The twenty-one famous swords, sword holders of all generations regard them as treasures, and even sacrifice their lives to protect the sword. He really put the famous sword in a sack? It's too disrespectful!"

"No, why didn't I notice that there was a famous sword in the sack before? I would have tried the weight of Senior Brother Shenyue Xiancheng."

"Wait! It's not all right, do you count it?"

Some people were talking about it, and some people kept counting the number of famous swords. They found that until the end of Xiao Kongtong stopped, how many were missing?

Then, a chuckle came from afar:

"Hi, it's so lively."

"Then, come and join in the fun!"

It will be transferred to the screen at the right time.

But I saw two beautiful figures walking from the north, one high and one low, one wearing a charming red skirt with a slit and strong outfit with the same color as the wind and snow.

"This is……"

When everyone saw clearly the person who laughed and spoke, their expressions changed drastically:

"Grass, male?"

"Damn it, I'm excited."

"The red skirt, so high, he is the storyteller of the Holy Slave?"

The storyteller led Lorelei to come, but in fact he was very upset, so he didn't dare to talk much nonsense.

As soon as he showed up, he found the Yin-Yang Life and Death Book, and pinched the orchid fingers, and the ancient golden characters made it come out:

"Brother, I'm here to help you, go!"

In response to the sound, the space on the Yin-Yang Life and Death Book fluctuated, and several more swords flew out, leading were three green whirlwinds.

"Spiritual Sword Qingfeng?"

"Famous Sword List Six, This is really the shape of three small whirlwinds. Storytellers also have famous swords?"

Trench—

A scream started, and a famous sword that was neither long nor short flew out, accompanied by the shadow of bird spirits.

"Beast Sword, Crazy Eagle Sword!"

"I know this. The madman lives near the Baikun. It seems that he was the first sage slave who passed by and took him away. No wonder he was not in the Xiaokongtong sack."

Everyone waited for a while.

The storyteller was embarrassed to scratch his head and said with a sweet tongue: "No."
To be continued...