After Gao Xianghong finished speaking, his eyes widened.

"Wait!! The origin of the sword...... Founder...... Hiss!! ”

Thinking about who is called the sword master in the history of Huaguo, he ignores one thing, that is, the creator of the sword!

The creator of the sword, known as the "ancestor of a hundred soldiers".

As the creator of the sword, the creator of the sword in the world, and the first existence to use the sword, the understanding of the way of the sword must be amazing, far more than any sword cultivator.

Such people deserve the title of sword master!

He is the only one who can live up to the name of the Sword Master.

The moment Gao Xianghong reacted, the First Immortal Venerable of Kyushu and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal were also enlightened, their faces completely changed, they were extremely shocked, and they all looked towards the tombstone.

The tombstone stands, as if a sword is inserted into the ground, pointing directly to the sky, the tombstone is damaged, and there is still a trace of immortal and immortal sword intent remaining, like a lonely back, and the sword walks all over the red dust.

"The creator of the sword."

The pupils of the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal dilated, and he looked at the broken sword in his hand in a daze.

At this moment, he saw it in a trance.

In that distant era, slash-and-burn farming, there was a lonely figure tempering something, hammer after hammer, sparks splashing, thousands of hammers.

Eventually, a sword resembling bronze appeared.

The lonely figure, stroking the sword, smiled, and said the ancient language, even if the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal couldn't understand its sound, but it also judged its words from its words and deeds.

"From now on, you will be called: Sword."

This was the birth of the world's first sword, the beginning of the way of the sword.

The lonely figure created the sword, as if looking for something, walking all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, crossing the swamp abyss, walking in the world, stepping in the heavens and all walks of life.

Every time he walked by and stopped in a place, the creatures there knew about him, and they knew about the sword, and spread it.

In this way, a sword cultivator was born in the world, and the lonely figure created the sword, and also created the sword cultivation, and began the way of the sword.

And he is gradually no longer lonely.

After seeing the red dust and slender of the world, with a red face, with friends, and with the people he cares about, he is no longer lonely, and the lonely sword has become the sword of the world.

Then one day, the lonely figure sensed some danger, holding the bronze sword that accompanied him through thousands of mountains and rivers and stepping on the heavens, said goodbye to relatives and friends, and walked into the distance.

"Wait until I get back."

A simple four-word parting word, full of emotion and reluctance.

He's gone.

Time is long, vicissitudes of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter change again and again, year after year.

The lonely figure never returned.

Relatives and friends have been waiting, whether it is windy, rainy, windy, snowy and dry, they are determined that their lonely figure will return.

Until one day.

They waited for the lonely figure to return, but all that came back was a broken sword stained with blood, and the lonely figure could never return.

The blood on the broken sword belongs to the enemy, and there is also his, with sadness, reluctance, and longing.

The Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal slipped into tears, this is the sadness contained in the broken sword, the injury to the death of the master, and the inability to bring the master back.

Airplanes.

The broken sword roared, and it made a cry-like sound, as if crying.

The fairy sword behind it also made a contending, not only the fairy sword, but at this moment, all the remnant swords in the Hanguguan cemetery, and even all the broken soldiers were contending.

Thousands of soldiers roared in unison, mourning the heavens and the earth.

Gao Xianghong and the No. 1 Immortal Venerable of Kyushu were shocked, but what they were shocked was not this ten thousand soldiers roaring together, as the first sword in the world, isn't it normal to call on the world's weapons.

It was the one who spoke earlier, who was really shocked.

It was only now that they came to their senses, and the person who had just spoken to them ...... Who is it?

"Who's there!"

The first immortal in Kyushu has a hair, and there are graves of gods and demons all over this place, and even the immortal and supreme are buried here.

I had observed the surroundings before, but there was no one in the shadows, but now there was a stranger's voice...... In this place where the graves of gods and demons are everywhere, there is a sudden extra voice, and the gods and demons tremble.

Is it a person or something?

It is certain that the other party must be much stronger than himself, because he did not feel the other party's arrival, and he still does not know the source of the voice, and he can't even detect the other party's breath.

Followed by.

The first immortal in Kyushu, Gao Xianghong looked not far to the left.

A person walked over to this side with a warm smile: "Don't be nervous, the three little friends don't have any malicious intentions, just come over to mourn." ”

Little Friends ......

The corners of the mouth of the first immortal in Kyushu twitched, it has been how many years since he was called Xiaoyou, you must know that he is more than 20,000 years old, there are too few people older than him, and he can't find a few in his world.

The other party called him Xiaoyou, who was obviously much older than himself.

Soon, they saw clearly that the middle-aged face was not the kind of domineering president uncle who did not smile, nor was it the kind of calm and steady uncle, and he looked like the kind of kind uncle who was smiling at both children and adults.

The smile gives people kindness, and there is no objection to it.

Uncle Heshan has a faint crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, which adds a point of vicissitudes of time, and his smiling eyes are full of time.

If it is an ordinary person, it may be misunderstood by his face, thinking that it is just an uncle, wrong, this is an ancient person who has a long history and has experienced rich experience.

The pupils of the first immortal of Kyushu constricted into a needle.

I can't feel it!! Obviously the other party is in front of him, but he can't feel any breath fluctuations, if he closes his eyes, it seems that he doesn't exist.

The only thing that can tell his existence is his eyes, which can be seen with the naked eye.

"I've seen my seniors." The First Immortal Venerable of Kyushu, Gao Xianghong, and the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal who later returned from the broken sword trance bowed to this kind uncle.

Uncle Heshan smiled and waved his hand: "Don't be so polite, just feel free." ”

His smile made the three of the first immortals in Kyushu who were nervous inexplicably relaxed, with a natural affinity.

"Unexpectedly, this time I came here to meet the people I used to have, but I saw the birth of the "sword", and after thousands of years, the "sword" finally found the new owner he wanted. ”

Uncle Heshan stroked the Heavenly Evil Sword Immortal's hand to interrupt the sword.

The broken sword buzzed, as if a child saw his elders, cheering and being a little excited.

"The sword boy will also be happy to see this scene in the sky, accompany the new master, and let the world remember the prestige of the sword master in the future."

The three Heavenly Evil Sword Immortals were not too surprised by the sword master, and basically they had a judgment when the broken sword was born, and they were surprised that Uncle Heshan knew the sword master.

"Senior...... You know the sword master seniors. ”

Gao Xianghong asked cautiously.

The other party calls the sword master a sword boy, which must be older than the sword master, and I am afraid that it is not an earlier figure in the Taichu era.

"There has been a one-sided relationship, Xiaoyou, is this trying to trick me?" Uncle Heshan directly broke it, with a smile on his face, and he was not angry.

Then when Gao Xianghong blushed in embarrassment and wanted to say something, Uncle Heshan smiled and said:

"I feel the breath of my naughty little son from you, one from the First Realm, one from the Three Great Worlds, one from the Cloud World, you from three different worlds gathered together, each stained with a trace of world calamity and time.

It seems that you did not enter this place by accident, but my youngest son asked you to come. ”

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