The Eight Desolation Peaks are the shortest of the Nine Peaks, and they are also the most special one. There have never been any disciples on this peak, and in the past seven thousand years, even the peak master has only given birth to three.

The reason for all this lies in the Eight Desolation Sword. The sword that will choose the master is actually not rare, the most common one is that there are requirements for the monk's aura, for example, some swords are only suitable for those who practice the sword cultivation of the fire attribute avenue, and some are required for the monk's realm, which cannot be touched above a certain realm, and even has requirements for bloodline, this kind of sword is generally specially made for a certain family.

But the Eight Desolation Swords are even more eccentric. No one knows how this sword chooses the sword master, and the three lucky peak masters are also all ignorant and recognized by the Eight Desolation Sword, among these three, there are both major repairs in the realm of building gods, and there are also young monks who have just entered the spiritual sea, both men and women, and the attributes of the avenue are even more different, and the personalities of the three are not similar, some are domineering, some are kind, and the last peak master is a girl who will blush and be shy even when she speaks.

So to this day, the people of the Sword Gate have not understood the Eight Desolation Sword, so they can only silently complain about the ancestor who made nine swords in secret.

Su Qi had been sitting opposite the stone platform of the Eight Desolation Sword for several days, and his hands now had the imprint left by the entire Eight Sword Immortals, but only this one of the Eight Desolate Mountains was missing.

The plaque on the Eight Desolations Hall had no reaction to him, let alone bestowing the brand and evolving the sword technique, even without a flash of light.

All this must be related to the Eight Desolation Sword, but this broken sword can't be pulled out at all. Su Qi was really depressed about this, studied all day, but found nothing, so he simply settled down opposite the Eight Desolation Sword Platform, and the daily meals were brought by Bai Tang and Wei Wan, the two of them practiced behind the Eight Desolation Palace, and saw that Su Qi was studying very seriously, so in addition to sending things, he rarely came to disturb.

The Eight Desolations Sword Platform is exactly the same as several others, there is no special feature, there are two small ancient characters on the stone scabbard, and the fine patterns extend from the stone platform to the scabbard, which is completely integrated, just like nature.

The Eight Desolations Sword inserted in the scabbard only exposed the hilt, pale gold, two finger thickness, and a small silver-white sword spike, judging from the texture and color of the sword handle, it should be a very rare golden ebony, and there is a small part of the spirit pattern on the sword handle, Su Qi pondered for a while, and felt that they were probably used to enhance the gathering speed of the sword qi, but more could not be judged, because the scabbard exuded an extremely strong aura, completely covering the spirit patterns on the sword body, making Su Qi's eyes unable to see clearly at all.

Su Qi was extremely puzzled by this, since the Sword Immortal had left nine imprints in order to help future generations forge the Eight-Sided Divine Platform, why did he cast the Eight Desolation Swords so strangely?

These people who are not recognized, it is extremely difficult to even pull out this sword? Su Qi pondered for a long time and only came to one conclusion.

This is a test for the Sword Immortal. But what is the test? Su Qi stretched out his hand, his palm was close to the sword platform, although it was the season of spring and summer, this stone platform was still as cold as snow, the slightest chill drilled up from his palm, and the anxiety and heat in his mind quickly faded.

He looked at these eight barren mountains and seemed to have a glimmer of understanding. -------------------------------------------------------------- Town Demon Pass.

The raging fires lit up the sky, and even the stars were eclipsed. Jiang Rui was covered in blood. He leaned against the wall, panting heavily, even in the Divine Thought Realm, he had a trace of exhaustion and exhaustion, and what supported him to continue fighting was only a breath in his heart, and the death heart to protect the land behind him.

There are less than seven of his own soldiers, and some of his generals died in front of him, and some were scattered by the demon tide and disappeared, but in this demon control pass, which has now turned into purgatory, there is no difference between separation and death.

"General, let's go!"

"Where are you going?" Jiang Rui smiled bitterly, and glanced out again,

"This demon clan is overwhelming, there are more than his mother's ants!" several pro-soldiers were silent.

"The letter to the Sword Gate was sent?" Jiang Rui suddenly asked. One of the pro-soldiers nodded,

"Well, I used the last messenger to make it clear that it was for Jianmen Su Qi. ”

"Alas," Jiang Rui sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky, one by one giant eagles were flying through the air,

"Lao Tzu has guarded the town demon pass for so many years, and he is still thinking about retiring to be an idle prince, but he didn't expect that he would be buried with this town demon pass in the end. Jiang Rui thought about it, and suddenly sneered,

"The so-called horse leather shroud, born to be a general, I can be regarded as a worthy death!" He sat still for a moment, then suddenly got up, and a Ding flew out and hung above his head, and in his hand, there was a small short sword.

"Kill me with me!" he shouted, and Da Ding turned into a streamer of light and flew out, smashing into a giant eagle in mid-air, and blood and flesh were splashed.

Countless demon clans were alarmed by him and killed one after another. Jiang Rui rushed out in stride, although the sword in his hand was short, but the sword light was extremely long, swept across, and there was blood light flying, several personal soldiers behind him glanced at each other, pulled out the long knife that was already stained with blood in his hand, scolded angrily, and quickly followed.

The blood of the Demon Suppression Pass stained the earth red. There are human races, and there are also demon races, and countless miserable howls, fighting sounds, angry scolding, and demon cries have become a bloody funeral song.

There are fewer and fewer people beside Jiang Rui. Blood blindfolded his eyes, and he wiped his left hand hard, wet and sticky, the fishy smell came into his nose, and the soles of his feet were full of sticky touch, even if he was used to seeing bloody battlefields, he couldn't help but feel a little nauseous at this time.

"Rush to the left!" he shouted, tearing apart a little spirit sea demon with his hand, jumping suddenly, jumping onto a small platform, and quickly swooping down from above, rolling a few times on the roof of a mansion, and landing in the courtyard.

He stood up and looked back. Alone, he was the only one. I can't move anymore. Jiang Rui smiled bitterly and killed the few little demons who were chasing.

Before he could sit down and rest, an extremely strong aura flew by and rushed into the hospital. Jiang Rui was shocked and smashed it.

"It's me!" an old man took the big tripod with one hand and threw it back casually, the old man lost an arm, and his face was also dripping with blood.

"Uncle Zhao, you ......" A trace of sadness flashed on Jiang Rui's face. The old man shook his head,

"People always die, old man, I don't have much longevity, I can die in the demon control pass, and it will not live up to my life. The old man shook his clothes and stuck his sword on the ground, he looked at Jiang Rui, and there was a hint of determination in his eyes,

"But no matter what, Jiang Rui, you can't die! I'm going to send you out!"

"Uncle Zhao!"

"My Dali Dynasty is located in the northernmost part of the Eastern Wilderness, bordering the demon clan, this battle is together, my Dali is more auspicious and less auspicious, Jiang Rui, you are Jin Yitong, and it will be the cornerstone of my Dali comeback!" The old man's smile was kind,

"Besides, the dolls sent to the various sects always have someone to take care of. Jiang Rui bowed his head.

The old man accepted it calmly, and there was a spiritual light gathering in his only remaining hand,

"In addition, you have to bring out the news of this battle! The demon clan attacked my demon control pass, using more than just the power of Luofengpo, don't let others underestimate us, thinking that we are incompetent people who casually lost the demon control pass!"

The old man coughed up blood, the fire of life was quickly ignited, he forcibly opened the space, grabbed Jiang Rui again, and threw him in.

The old man looked at the space that was gradually closing, and then looked up at several demonic qi that rushed at a rapid speed. He whispered,

"A lifetime of battle, today is over. A surging aura emerged from his body, like a scorching sun that had suddenly risen.

Extremely bright. The northern frontier of the Dali Dynasty was dyed into daylight. It was night, the first important town of the Eastern Wilderness Terrans, and the Demon Control Pass was lost.

The main general Zhao Anyi died in battle. Jiang Rui, the fourteenth prince of Dali, is nowhere to be found. Chapter 154 of the latest chapter of Uncle Little Master of the Sword Gate He sat in the Eight Desolations and couldn't see the light of that night: