"The Legend of Sword Ancestor" records: All the swords in the world respect the sword ancestor, and they are in line with the 'Emperor Seal'. The sword is sealed and followed, and they must not be disobeyed."

"No matter the twenty-one famous swords and the five major artifacts of Chaos, including the wounded Xuan sword among the nine supreme artifacts, and all the spiritual swords in the Sword God era on the Relic Monument, have all been 'Emperor Seal' by the Sword God."

"'Absolute imperial system', 'Emperor Seal', 'Emperor Sword', 'One of the Three', is the true 'Absolute' and cannot be disobeyed."

"But isn't this imperial seal lost?"

"All the ancient sword techniques have been lost, except for the 54-kill sword steps brought out by Liu Fuyu from the sword tower..."

Beibei's thoughts froze at this point.

She was already shocked, and she was sure that the ancient swordsmanship emperor seal was lost.

Eight masters have been to the Sword Tower, but whether there is an Emperor Seal of the Sword Tower or not, is it a different story.

The rest is only one possibility:

"Those who have reached the pinnacle of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship can instead introduce the 'Emperor Seal' from the mystery formation map..."

"But isn't this a legend?"

"Doesn't the legend mean that it is impossible to achieve?"

"The Southern Region Feng Family has been majoring in the Wanjian Technique for so many years. If you cooperate with the Jiange, you can't recommend the 'Emperor Seal' of Wanjian Technique!"

Beibei looked down at the sword in his hand dumbfounded.

The sword in the black crowned and mysterious robe behind Bazun An's hand was the equally proportional enlarged version of the Emperor's sword Du Zun in her hand.

But the real Emperor Sword is clearly still in his hands. Is he using the Emperor Seal?

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

When the Emperor Xiang shouted out this order from afar, the Emperor's sword in his hand flew out of thin air, broke free from his own constraints, and flew into the distance.

"Hello!"

Beibei panicked and hurriedly reached out to grab it.

However, the Emperor Sword Duzun was captured by unknown forces and was completely disappeared.

"?"

A question mark first popped up on Beibei's little head, and then he suddenly realized: "The way of time? Use it first and then make up, only borrow it but not return it?"

With a wow, Beibei stepped out of the city of Death and Futu, and rushed towards Lingyu Mountain:

"Thieves! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Damn Eight Lord An, the Emperor Sword is mine! Mine! Come back to me!"

...

Eastern Region, Shenyue Immortal City.

Previously, Hua Changdeng descended to the five realms, and the ten thousand swords that were hung out of thin air had already been returned to their respective sword holders.

But in Lingyu Mountain in the middle, the eight masters knew the emperor's orders.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

A command came to an even more terrifying vision than before.

Ten thousand swords cross the sky, turning into sword flows, rushing towards the west, crossing mountains and rivers, and rushing to the direction of Lingyu, the Central Region.

"Ah! My sword!"

"I'm not on the front battlefield. I don't respect you, eight masters, don't confiscate my sword!"

"No, do you want the tenth-grade spiritual sword I bought for 1,562 spiritual crystals? Eight masters are crazy about you?"

...

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

The tomb of the sword was buried, and thousands of worshippers watched the sword flow surge and rushed towards the direction of the central region without any stopping power.

Not only the swords of the worshipers, but also the famous swords in the sword-washing pool of the Burial Sword Tomb, and the famous swords, were running towards the Eight Zun An.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal..."

At this moment, everyone looked at the emperor's appearance in the distance, their mouths were wide open, and they felt that they had witnessed the miracle.

The Eastern Region has been silent for thirty years, and the scene of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to Eight" in the past has reappeared!

"It's over, it's over!"

Inside the sword tomb and beside the sword washing pond, Wen Ting slapped his legs and laughed while stomping his feet and dancing:

"All the swords are gone, you are left!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, explode, Qingju!"

"It is classified as the mortal sword, and the rear is broken and it is not even worthy of the tenth grade. You have missed the chance to see him for the last time!"

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

"Ah, hahahahaha..."

Qingju doesn't speak.

Qingju cried angryly.

...

"Go, it's all over!"

Fengjiacheng, the sea of ​​swords covered the sky in an instant, and then cleared in another instant, and they all rushed north. The scene was very spectacular.

The Feng family mansion was all the Feng family members, but when the ancient bell outside the Jian Pavilion rang, the door of the pavilion opened wide, and dozens of swords surged out.

"Dragon pattern, star picking, Tiansha, black curse..."

"My God, no one can invite Jiange for more than a hundred years. All the swords obtained from the contract have been summoned?"

"No! Not only the summoning, it's over! The sword of the sword Pavilion could not withstand the summoning power, and it was all summoned by the Eight Lords... Wait, that's it?"

"Chasing the Moon!!!"

The Feng family is almost going crazy.

Everyone looked at the three-foot long sword that finally came out of the sword pavilion. The sword came out and accompanied the moon, and the yin and yang turned around, and they hugged their heads in disbelief.

"The ancestor Feng Wuhen wears a sword and chases the moon!"

"Zhu Yue has also been born? Zhu Yue has not been born for tens of thousands of years, right?"

"Don't panic, Zhui Yue's ancestor wore a sword. He had never met the 'Emperor Seal'. He shouldn't obey the summons of the Eight Lords...ah?"

"It's over! The ancestor Zhuiyue is excited! Zhuiyue is also joining in the fun!"

"Old master, come back soon, something big happened!"

...

"It's all here."

The spiritual swords from all over the five realms are like locusts passing by, flying from all directions.

When the eight monks An and the black crowned and black robe behind him, they also stopped at the same time and lowered to show respect and surrender, and spread out in a very sequential manner in the sky.

The fan shape is paved into a circle...

The circular paves the ball...

Sword Sea!

The real sea of ​​swords!

In just a moment, Lingyu Mountain Lake was filled with a sea of ​​swords covering the sky and the sun, and countless spiritual swords rushing behind it.

From tenth grade to first grade, from spirit sword to soul sword…

Double-edged, hexagonal, pointed, oblique, long sword, heavy sword, wide sword...

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple, black and white, color-blue, illusory, everything you should have.

At the top of Linghu Lake, under the emperor's name, it seemed that the highest-level sword exhibition was opened for the people in the five realms. It was of various colors, with different shapes, and was overwhelmed with dazzling arrays.

All the people who are born in the sword are spiritual, and the eight masters will go to the meeting and bow down to the meeting.

"Is this the Wanjian Technique?"

"This is the first realm, absolutely imperial system?"

The sea of ​​swords is in the sky, and this scene is no longer shocking, but it is so scary that people's scalp is numb.

"No, I will definitely be the imperial system!"

"Why is the absolute imperial system that the Eight Masters knows is a little different from my absolute imperial system? Is it because I practiced the fake ten thousand swordsmanship?"

“…a little bit?”

The observers of the five domains were completely excited.
To be continued...