Seeing this, Huang Feisha immediately smiled and said, "Ye Shao, don't join in the fun, your identity is so aggrieved as the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect." ”

"Who said I was going to be the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect? I'm just"

Ye Sen didn't finish his words, and then suddenly flew into the air, his hand grasping the hilt of the sword.

The blade of this sword is wide, but the hilt is one hand to hold.

Ye Sen grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it up with all his might.

But the greatsword didn't move.

Ye Sen's expression was a little embarrassed, and he pulled it out several times in vain.

"It seems that the legend is true, and without the cultivation of the late Mahayana period, I am afraid it will be difficult to pull out this sword." Ye Sen didn't know where to get a fan, and commented while pretending to fan it.

"yes, yes." Huang Feisha hurriedly said: "Back then, the ancestor left his last words, whoever wants to pull out this sword can become the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, no matter who the sect master was at that time, he must let Xian." Over the years, many people have come to try their hand at the sword, but they have not succeeded. So, Ye Shao, don't care."

Ye Sen's face turned cold: "Why should I care? Can I pull out a sword that no one in the Mahayana period can draw? Isn't it a matter of course that you can't pull it out? ”

Huang Feisha's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, that's right, that's what I meant." ”

At this moment, Yang Xiaoguang came to Zuo Muyu and said, "Master, you send me up for a while." ”

Zuo Muyu's expression was suspicious: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Since you're here, let's try it." Yang Xiaoguang smiled.

Zuo Muyu rolled his eyes: "Foolish." The giant sword that the monks of the Mahayana period can't pull out, you forget it, since you want to play, I'll play it for you once. ”

After speaking, Zuo Muyu flew directly to the hilt of the giant sword in the air with Yang Xiaoguang.

At this time, Yang Xiaoguang saw four words engraved on the hilt of the sword: Xanadu.

His heart trembled.

Only then did he realize that this giant sword was actually what his Mortal Blade Spirit Sword looked like after being magnified many times. In addition to the difference in body size, the biggest difference is that the hilt of the sword is not engraved with the word 'Yan Feng', but with the words 'Xanadu'.

In addition to that, this giant sword is basically an enlarged version of the Death Edge Spirit Sword in the same proportion.

This also explains why when he first saw this giant sword, he had an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.

"Xiaobao? What happened to you? Zuo Muyu noticed Yang Xiaoguang's abnormality and hurriedly asked.

Yang Xiaoguang shook his head slightly: "I'm fine." ”

He looked into the distance, and some dusty memories of the past gradually came to life.

He finally remembered that he had been here, with Yun Ziwei.

Ten thousand years ago, there was no Heavenly Sword Sect here, and it was just a beautiful peach blossom forest.

As for what he and Yun Ziwei did here, Yang Xiaoguang's memory was already relatively vague.

Yang Xiaoguang's eyes fell on the giant sword in front of him, and he suddenly realized something.

He hung his head slightly, his fists clenched.

"Xiaobao? Are you okay? Zuo Muyu said worriedly.

The dissatisfaction below gradually became louder.

"Yang Xiaobao, don't be embarrassed, come down quickly."

"That's the holy relic of the Heavenly Sword Sect, you are not allowed to defile our holy relic!"

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"Shut up!" Zuo Muyu suddenly snorted coldly, and then she looked at Yang Xiaoguang again, worried: "Is it that the power of this giant sword is too great, or give up?" ”

"I'm fine." Yang Xiaoguang took a deep breath, then held his fingers on the hilt of the sword.

At the moment of contact, countless memories poured from the giant sword along Yang Xiaoguang's arm to Yang Xiaoguang's mind.

In front of everyone's eyes, Yang Xiaoguang burst into tears instantly, completely unable to help himself.

"Sure enough, this place also seals the memories of myself and Ziwei."

Five hundred years ago, Yun Ziwei returned from the fairy world and traveled to many places alone.

Others don't know what is attractive about these places, but only Yang Xiaoguang knows that Yun Ziwei traveled to the places they passed by back then.

Every time she traveled to a place, Yun Ziwei would strip the memories of Yang Xiaoguang from her memories and seal them there.

The pattern of seals is also different.

On Goddess Island, Yun Ziwei sealed her memories in her statue.

And here in the Heavenly Sword Gate, Yun Ziwei sealed the relevant memories in this giant sword.

And after watching the memories sealed in this giant sword, Yang Xiaoguang finally remembered.

Back then, in this peach forest, Yang Xiaoguang watched the peach blossoms, and on a whim told Yun Ziwei that he wanted to build a paradise for her here.

Yun Ziwei was as happy as a child who got her favorite toy, and her beautiful red face was more intoxicating than the blooming peach blossoms.

"I've forgotten everything for a long time, I didn't expect you to remember everything."

For a while, the heart was like a knife.

Because he realized more and more that after stripping off his memory, Yun Ziwei no longer had such a person as him in her memory.

"Xiaobao??" Zuo Muyu was obviously completely overwhelmed.

She didn't know why Yang Xiaoguang was so sad.

"Isn't it just that you can't pull out this sword?"

At this moment, Yang Xiaoguang's emotions gradually calmed down, and he looked at the giant sword in his hand.

The last words of the founding ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Sect were true, but this giant sword was obviously not his.

The reason why he left this last word is probably because of the obsession of not being able to pull out this sword, so he hopes that someone will be able to pull out this sword in the future.

However, not to mention the Mahayana period, I'm afraid that even the immortals can't pull out this sword when they come.

Because this is the handiwork of the Immortal Emperor.

I am afraid that only Yang Xiaoguang can pull it out in the whole world.

"Hey, Miss, please bring that person down and don't defile our holy relics." The upper echelons of the Heavenly Sword Sect were dissatisfied.

"Come down, come down!"

I don't know who took the lead and started shouting.

Then it turned into a terrifying wave of sound, which was deafening.

Zuo Muyu hesitated, and at this moment, Yang Xiaoguang finally moved.

He collected his emotions and gently lifted it up.

Bang!

With a huge roar, the entire Heavenly Sword Sect collapsed in an instant.

Fortunately, everyone from the Heavenly Sword Sect had gathered at the South Gate, otherwise the casualties would have been tragic.

Everyone looked at the completely destroyed and messy sect headquarters, and they were all dumbfounded.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Look, everyone, Giant Sword"

"What happened to the greatsword?"

"The greatsword has been drawn."

"What?"

Only then did the eyes of the crowd reconverge from the sect headquarters that collapsed in an instant to the giant sword, and they were collectively stunned again.

At this moment, the giant sword had been pulled out of the ground by Yang Xiaoguang.

"How so?"

The word 'confused' was written on everyone's faces.

At this time, Ye Sen reacted, flew into the sky in an instant, and said viciously: "Give me the giant sword!" ”

He cultivated in the late Yuan Infant period, and his combat power was comparable to that of the early stage of the Transformation of the Gods.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Nangong Happy, who was born with a phoenix body, Ye Sen would be a proper heir to the Phoenix Sect.

Yang Xiaoguang glanced at the giant sword in his hand, grinned, and then directly threw the giant sword over: "Here you go." ”