【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Sword Peak, Sword Shrine】

Time passed slowly, and the three hours agreed between Fang Xiaoqian and that Ming Zhenren were approaching.

He climbed the stone tower and reached the top. However, he still did not take out a single sword.

......

"Is it true that a sword doesn't approve of me...... Fang Xiaoqian came to the stone tower and knelt on the ground, his hand was on the hilt of the last sword with the word "Yellow Nest" hanging on it, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't pull it out.

"You are pregnant with the most yin evil things, so it is naturally difficult to get their approval. An indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

"Who's talking?" Fang Xiaoqian raised his head and looked around, but apart from the stone tower under his feet, there was a faint mist, where else was there.

Buzz –

In the low sound, the round of Sealing Star Rock that Fang Xiaoqian was carrying behind his back suddenly flew up slowly, hanging in the air, and the starlight floated slightly along the halo.

The circle in the center of the Sealed Star Rock suddenly opened, revealing a pitch-black hole, in which sparks burst out.

"Is it you?" Fang Xiaoqian couldn't help but think of the first time he got Feng Xingpan five years ago, this voice also appeared.

"It's me. The black hole in the center of Feng Xingpan suddenly had a strong gravitational pull, and Fang Xiaoqian immediately felt the stone tower under him tremble slightly. A few stones fell, and the ground cracked like a spider's web, and the crack creaked down where he knelt down to the bottom of the tower.

Fang Xiaoqian hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the Yellow Nest's sword, so that he could stabilize his body lying down at the moment.

After a while, the cracked stone tower finally came to a halt. Four or five palm-wide gaps cracked under Fang Xiaoqian's feet, and something was faintly trembling inside. The eight sword hilts slowly rose out of thin air, and after a short time, they all floated into the air, Fang Xiaoqian looked at them, and saw that the eight swords were all intact swords, and each one was different.

There is no wooden plaque on the hilt of these swords, but the blades are written with their respective names on every inch: Cao Feng, Guo Yuan, Shi Luo, Jing Geng, Weasel Huan, Sleeping Pheasant, Youfang, and Horseshoe Crab.

The eight sword weapons, whether long, short, or peculiar, are all different. The Jing Geng in the middle is a long sword, the blades on both sides are engraved with rows of grooved teeth, but there is no edge; Cao Feng has teeth on the left side, and the sword is three feet and two inches long, which belongs to the broad-edged sword; there are teeth on the right side of the abyss, and the sword is longer than Cao Feng and shorter than Jing Geng; Shi Luo and Horseshoe Crab are both two long swords with only half of the blade, one is the left half and the other is the right half; the weasel is also a two-point blade like the ghost fang, but it is much shorter, about one foot and five inches; the last sleeping pheasant is a broad-edged sword, one foot and one inch horizontally, It is four feet long, and the middle of the sword is hollowed out.

Each sword was surrounded by a faint glow, hanging out of thin air and unable to rotate. At this moment, the sword is not held by anyone, but it has sword power, and the countless remnant swords around it are all trembling slightly, even the yellow nest inserted at the highest point of the stone tower is no exception.

"Long time no see...... Dream of the Eight Desolate Demons. Feng Xingpan's voice sounded again, and his voice was crisp and hearty.

Fang Xiaoqian looked back in a daze, there was only Feng Xingpan here besides him, who was it talking to.

However, the next moment, Fang Xiaoqian's doubts vanished, and only shock remained. "Hmm!Hmm!Hmm!Who should I be? Feng Xingpan, why don't you follow the heavens and run here to wake me up?" A voice seemed to have eight echoes, coming from the flying sword hanging in mid-air, and its voice was like the low roar of an abyss monster, making people feel terrifying just by listening to it.

"Hun Tian has disappeared for a hundred years...... Feng Xingpan's voice replied indifferently.

"Hehe, haha, ho ho ......" There was a burst of laughter from stealing to arrogance from the eight flying swords, and then he said: "It's really pitiful...... The strongest scabbard in the Quartet Kunlun - Feng Xingpan, without Hun Tian, you are also a piece of iron, right?"

"Eight Desolate Demon Dreams, I am willing to be your scabbard. ”

"Hey, hey, haha......! Did I hear me right? Are you willing to surrender to me?"

"No, it's you and I who surrender to him together. ”

The eight long swords fell into a deep groan, and after a long time, another overlapping voice came out, "This little guy of the Lingxiao Sword Sect...... A waste who hasn't even arrived at Xuanhuang!?Feng Xingpan, are you insulting my Eight Desolation Demon Dream!!!!!"

"When you first followed Rabbit Slow, could it be that she had already become a saint?

Click-click-click-

The eight flying swords did not make any more sounds, and their blades stopped turning in unison. Immediately after, the eight sword weapons cooperated with a sword in Fang Xiaoqian's clear pupils.

With Jing Geng as the axis, Cao Feng, cross the abyss, Shi Luo, horseshoe crab trapped, Weasel Return, Youfang six swords are embedded in each other's sword body, and the last broad-bladed sleeping pheasant is finally covered with all swords. In an instant, eight different flying swords merged into a large broad-bladed giant sword, hanging in the air much higher than before Fang Xiao.

At the blade of the giant sword, there was a slight flow of sword qi, and even the space next to the sword body began to faintly distort.

"......" Fang Xiaoqian's lips opened slightly, and he didn't say a word for a long time, it was the first time he had seen a sword that could speak, and it was also the first time he had seen such a large broad-bladed sword, and it was the first time he had seen eight sword weapons combined into one.

There was a long groove in the center of the giant sword, on which a thick black qi floated out, but after a few breaths, it dissipated, leaving behind four big characters of evil qi - Eight Desolation Demon Dream.

"Feng Xingpan, get out of here with your little master...... Before I didn't want to see blood. ”

"We're going to go...... However, don't forget the Eight Desolation Demon Dream, this is the East Kunlun Lingxiao Sword Sect, an evil weapon like you, if you don't use me as a scabbard...... Who would dare to take you out?"

"Uncle Ben's business...... It's your turn to discuss, and the sky is not qualified!"

"So, you're willing to sleep here, and even want Huang Chao to stick you in the stone tower?"

"Hmph...... Not to mention the Yellow Nest, any divine weapon hidden in this sword mound, I have the ability to make them collapse. ”

Feng Xingpan slowly swirled in his own radiance, and no sound continued to come out.

Fang Xiaoqian's eyes reflected the sword shadow of the Eight Desolation Demon Dream, and the pair of pupils suddenly contracted slowly, leaving only the whites of his eyes. Black dragon tattoos crept up from under his neck like moss marks until they were printed on his cheeks.

"You...... It's called the Eight Desolation Demon Dream?" Fang Xiao's expression suddenly turned evil when he went to Rimune, and while he stepped forward, he reached out and touched the tip of the giant sword in mid-air.

"Ghost dragon spirit, I can't imagine that you have such a great thing in your body......"

Feeling the strangeness of the young man, Feng Xingpan was full of brilliance, and suddenly shouted: "Fang Xiaoqian, wake up!"

Black spots suddenly appeared in the eyes of those eyes that were as white as goose eggs, and then a pair of black pupils appeared again, and Fang Xiaoqian's expression also returned to the same as before.

"What's going on...... What?" the boy shook, then fell backwards and sat on the ground.

At this time, the Eight Desolation Demon Dream slowly floated forward and came to the sky above Fang Xiaoqian, the tip of the sword was pointing at his Heavenly Spirit, "Ghost Dragon Soul...... Feng Xingpan...... Maybe it will be interesting in the future. ”

Feng Xingpan naturally heard the meaning of this sentence, "Since you have thought about it, let's recognize the Lord." ”

"I, the Eight Desolation Demon Dream, am willing to recognize you as the Lord. As the voice fell, a black light suddenly shot out from the sword body, directly poking at the young man's heart.

Crimson blood was like embroidery, floating from Fang Xiaoqian's chest. Drops of blood slowly seeped out of the cloth shirt and rose into the air, until it touched the tip of the giant sword before it merged into it, and there was no trace.

Immediately after, there was another click, and the giant sword was divided into eight different sword weapons, and shot straight into the hole in the center of the Sealed Star Rock.

As soon as the astrolabe was closed, the Eight Desolation Demon Dream seemed to have never appeared.

The brilliance slowly converged on the Sealed Star Rock until it was completely hidden.

【East Kunlun, Siyu Mountain Range, Seed Sword Peak】

"Xiao Qian!" In the small pavilion behind the seventeenth hall of Jianluan, Xue Taozhi saw Fang Xiaoqian who had climbed the mountain at a glance, she hurriedly walked up to him and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

Fang Xiaoqian smiled slightly and shook his head. Xue Taozhi looked at him for a while, and saw that he was still only carrying Feng Xingpan on his back, so he continued to ask, "Didn't it succeed?"

Fang Xiaoqian opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Xue Taozhi continued with an anxious face: "It's okay if you don't get it, I'll ask Grandpa Qi Ming to help you get a good sword no matter what." ”

"I said girl, do you like to turn your elbows out so much?" Qi Ming Zhenren touched his beard, and then smiled again: "Four thousand sects, I will help you change a sword worth five thousand sects at most, how about it?"

"I still have more than 10,000 sects here, and I will also give them to Xiao Qian to change swords. As he spoke, Xue Taozhi took out the token on his waist, and suddenly grabbed her with one hand, it was Fang Xiaoqian.

The boy looked at her and said, "I've got the sword." ”

Xue Taozhi stared at his eyes in a daze, his eyes turned angry, and he said angrily: "What about your sword?"

Fang Xiaoqian grinned, and then Feng Xingpan floated from behind him, floating in mid-air. As soon as his mind moved, the hole in the middle of Feng Xingpan opened again, and he saw eight sword weapons flying out of the void in turn, flying around the big ding in the room before stopping in mid-air.

"One, two, three, five, eight...... Xiao Qian, you actually took eight handles?" Xue Taozhi's cheeks couldn't help but turn pink, and she said excitedly.

Fang Xiaoqian scratched his head embarrassedly and replied, "Actually, it's a handle." ”

Under his mind, the eight sword weapons were combined into a broad-bladed giant sword in an instant.

"This ......" suddenly stopped in the attic at this moment, and only the sound of molten flames in the Great Ding remained. The eyes of the real people were round, and the rest of the sturdy young men also stopped what they were doing and stared at the giant sword hanging in the air.

"Eight Desolation Demon Dream!?" Qi Ming Zhenren finally reacted, and then shouted to several disciples around him, "Close the door." ”

Hearing this, the two disciples hurriedly closed the door of the pavilion, and the real person in the room continued: "No one can say anything about today's affairs. ”

"Both of you are no exception. The old man stared at the boy and the girl, and his voice was like cutting iron.

Xue Taozhi couldn't help but ask in a stunned voice: "Why? Is this sword difficult, what is the secret?"

"This is the sword of the former Demon Dao Sect leader Li Tuzhuan, the name: Eight Desolation Demon Dream. To the evil, to the yin, to the devil. Qi Ming Zhenren's voice was a little dry, he looked at Fang Xiaoqian, and said with a solemn expression: "Little guy, as long as you use this Eight Desolation Demon Dream together, you will definitely be recognized, and then it will be a big trouble." Therefore, when the Dao is not completed, only one or two of them can be used...... The less the merrier, promise me. ”

"Oh. Fang Xiaoqian didn't know why, but he could also feel that this matter was not trivial, so he nodded obediently.

Not long after, Fang Xiaoqian and Xue Taozhi left this peak under the advice of the old man.

After the two left, the attic door was still closed.

Inside the house, the old man said to the disciples: "Today's matter, if someone makes a noise, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!"

"The disciple should be tight-lipped. Everyone answered in unison.

"But Master, should we just let him take that sword like this, if he gets into trouble in the future......" A stout young man stepped forward and said respectfully.

Qi Ming Zhenren glanced at him coldly, and the latter immediately fell silent, bowing his head and not daring to say more.

"That's not something you have to worry about. After the old man finished speaking, he slowly turned around, looked at the distant clouds through the window, and after a long time, he muttered to himself, "Star Emperor...... Is this son a blessing or a curse?"