"Changes on the battlefield are often so unpredictable and unexpected."

The person who said this sentence in the Stargazing Pavilion was not Xu Fang, who had always had a stinky face, nor was he a real person with an unlucky face, but he was actually a giant-eyed Heavenly Monarch.

In the [Eight-Sided Treasure Book], after the Eye Demon appeared, for some reason, the picture in it was never switched again.

Five Guards watched the four-eyed demon kill mortals, kill Dujue, Xiang Xi, kill the three evil old men, kill the four female red immortals of Qunfang Mountain, and finally face the four swords of the "most merry generation".

All the way, he cut melons and vegetables, and saw that there were four swords in Quanjing, and only the last sword was left.

In the dark dense forest in the picture, three teenagers were suddenly killed.

There was no warning, and I didn't see them discussed, as if it was decided by the three teenagers temporarily, but they made an indescribable quick and accurate move, just when the two demons of the sound eye revealed their flaws.

When victory is imminent, it is often the time when the warrior is at his weakest.

The two demons of the sound eye, just before they were about to let out a cheer of victory, were pierced through the abdominal cavity of the sound in a row in many places, and died of discouragement.

The loss of a demon, of course, the Giant Eye Heavenly Monarch regretted it, but at the same time, he also saw at a glance that the strength of these three teenagers was too inferior, even if they added the only remaining Quanjing One Sword, four to three, they would definitely have no chance to win.

Perhaps, there is a glimmer of opportunity?

The Giant Eye Heavenly Monarch took his eyes off Lu Ran's face and returned to the division map in front of him, in the corner, there was always a countdown number, and at this time, it was showing that the time was coming to an end and a new day was coming.

And the final battle in [Futu] did not start according to the script, and it has already started in advance.

Lu Ran and the three of them succeeded in one blow, so that the killing move of the remaining three demons also lost its accuracy, and the only remaining third sword of the four swords of Quanjing was blown by the wind, and he didn't believe in himself, and he actually survived.

The three teenagers who suddenly appeared actually stood in front of them and blocked them for themselves.

The wind blows and has practiced the all-essence swordsmanship for more than 200 years, and has already refined himself into an iron-hearted heart who doesn't know whether he is happy or angry, and somehow, when he saw the scene in front of him, he suddenly burst into tears.

I only heard the three teenagers still gag there, saying something about whether to escape or not to fight.

The one at the head, young but with a world-weary face, but his eyes were as bright as a torch, looked back at himself, and said: "This old brother, this is not the time to cry, we still need you to help us with one person and one sword." ”

In a word, such as drinking Daigo.

There is a thing that I haven't figured out for 200 years, and I figured it out at once.

In the year when he first learned swordsmanship, Master Yiyuan Tianjun once told him and his brothers that the essence of Quanjing swordsmanship lies in the whole word, all is all, it is collective, it is unity, it is to abandon one's individual will, turn one's own swordsmanship into a part of the all-essence swordsmanship, use one's own people as a part of the use of the all-essence swordsmanship, and turn one's own cultivation path into the path of all-essence.

When he becomes the "one sword" among the "ten thousand swords", there is a small success.

On the day he cultivated to the "Red Immortal", he felt that he had finally become a "sword", but he was not happy, and felt as if he had lost a lot at the same time.

At this time, Master said that if you want to go further, you have to lose more, until you lose even yourself, which is called "self-forgetfulness."

"Self-forgetfulness" and thus "full strength", "self-sacrificing" can be "full form", and "selfless" can be "full essence".

In a daze, he practiced for more than a hundred years, and later, he forgot his family, hometown, and even his own name, leaving only a code name, called Wind Blow, which is the thirty-sixth sword of the Quanjing swordsmanship. He began to feel that he was no longer a person, but a sword, a sword exactly like that of his brother.

To be more precise, the further he went, the more he felt that he was part of a sword, sometimes the hilt, sometimes the blade, sometimes the blade, and then later, he no longer felt that he was a person, a red immortal. He felt that he had become a sword qi.

His sword qi followed other sword qi to cultivate on the mountain, go down the mountain to perform tasks, compete with fellow sects, or go to kill demons and kill people, and today, he has become more and more proficient, and he is becoming more and more "selfless".

He has almost achieved what Master calls "selflessness", and he doesn't know who he really is, where he comes from, and he doesn't know that he is still a human being.

However, just now, with the tragic death of the three senior brothers, at the moment when he was dying, a name suddenly appeared in his mind, and he kept thinking, who is this? Why do I think of this person before I die?

After that, the young man's sentence "one person, one sword, one arm" suddenly woke him up, and it turned out that the name was none other than himself.

I wasn't a sword light.

I'm a man with a name.

Two hundred years ago, like the three teenagers in front of me, I was a person, with my own personality and, of course, my own name.

He looked at the black sword in his hand that had thousands of identical black swords on Yiyuan Island, and suddenly a warm current surged in his heart, and an idea, like lightning and flint, traveled from two hundred years ago.

I, Ye Quansheng, want to be a sword immortal.

I want to use the sword in my hand to achieve the fairy of my dreams.

"I, Ye Quansheng!"

He roared and stepped out with his sword, instead blocking the three teenagers behind him.

"There's a sword—"

The all-essence sword in his hand was raised, but what he pinched was no longer the resoluteness of the all-essence swordsmanship.

"I have a sword, not a sword in me!"

"Whether it's killing demons, killing people, or becoming immortals, it's me becoming a sword immortal, not my sword becoming an immortal!"

"I, Ye Quansheng! There's a sword—"

A sword swinged, all gathered his true qi of two hundred years of hard work, the sword qi is like time, and the sword intent is like the sky.

This is no longer a full-precision swordsmanship, but a completely new swordsmanship.

In front of the eyes of the three teenagers, it seems that they have seen countless broken fragments of time, laughter and tears, love and hate, seeing and parting, happiness and sorrow, two hundred years of persistent penance, and the innocence of an eighteen-year-old boy.

The black all-essence sword was shattered into tens of thousands of pieces, and every sword, every sword light and sword intent that Ye Quansheng had practiced in his life cut off time and shattered time.

In this life, at this moment, in the swordsmanship, he appeared at the same time.

Time passes, and the years are urging.

The boy practiced swords, and it was difficult to go back.

For 300 years, people have been ghosts, and only one sword is broken at one moment.

The sword qi is vertically and horizontally, and the sword intent is also breaking the demons, and the three demons who are extremely vicious and want to take revenge can't help but wait for a while and stop.

They didn't understand why the sword that this person wielded was more powerful and more formidable than the sword that the four people had unleashed before.

"I, Ye Quansheng! There's a sword—"

Ye Quansheng looked at the emptiness in his hand, the sword was broken, and there was no sword in his hand, he read this sentence again, and then suddenly laughed, turned back to the three young men and said: "Many years ago, I was thinking about how to take this sentence, but now, I still didn't expect that I have a sword, I have a sword, I have a face, can I use it for it?" I can't think of it! ”

Lu Ran answered: "You can punish the devil." ”

Yang Ya also said: "It can break the disillusionment of time and space." ”

Hui Huan, who has aspired to be a sword immortal since he was a child, said: "The swordsmanship of the predecessors is better than the subtlety, can you ask its name, is there a hand-me-down sword spectrum?" ”

Ye Quansheng shook his head: "This is the swordsmanship I just created myself, and I don't have a name yet." ”

Seeing Huihuan bow his head and think, Ye Quansheng's eyes lit up, and he asked him again: "You, have you ever learned?" ”

Huihuan raised his head, his eyes sincere and firm: "I...... I...... I learned six or seven points. ”

Ye Quansheng nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, if you don't like it, you can learn it, and then help me choose a name." ”

Huihuan sighed, seeing that Ye Quansheng's eyes were shining, his face was full of anticipation, and at the same time, there was already blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, so he nodded very seriously.

"I will!"

Ye Quansheng's heart moved suddenly, and with this excitement, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth.

"I thought of it! Thought of it! ”

"I have a sword—"

"I have a sword—"

"I have a sword, and I have been in this world."

Motionless, this sword immortal named Ye Quansheng maintained this posture of holding a sword, holding an empty "sword" in his hand, glaring fiercely at the three eye demons in front of him, a bundle of sword souls, flew up in front of the three young men, and flew into the [Falling Soul Cloud].

Some people died, but not completely......