Chapter 3917: Chapter 1876: 21_2
“Whew…”
Xiao Kongtong grasped the burlap sack, exhaling deeply, his expression gradually becoming fiery.
Xiao Wanfeng could feel the rising heat beside him, turning in surprise, “Eldest Senior Brother, what are you trying to do?”
“Little Brother Xiao, watch closely…”
“What?”
“This sack will be very impressive!”
“Huh?”
Xiao Wanfeng was puzzled.
But he saw beside him the smiling Eldest Brother, whose mouth suddenly stretched to his temples, his expression evolving from fiery to fervent, before becoming extrely nacing.
Disregarding his injuries, he forced himself up in a last burst of energy.
At the sa ti, he twisted his hand into a seal, the Power Upanishad Formation beneath him flickered, and then he slapped the burlap sack heavily in front of him.
“Hidden Sword Technique, release!”
A shout rang out.
The sack flashed with golden light, slowly floating the word “Hidden.”
After a humming vibration, the word “Hidden” disintegrated, shattering into pieces, dissolving into golden specks, vanishing into the air.
“This is…”
Xiao Wanfeng’s pupils suddenly dilated.
Because with the release of the Hidden Sword Technique, he could distinctly feel an imnse sword energy erging from the sack that hadn’t been there before.
The sensation was even more overwhelming than that of the sword sea above!
It wasn’t just Xiao Wanfeng.
Behind him, Gou Wuyue, Feng Tingchen, and Gu Qing all turned their heads, their shock clear.
It wasn’t just the ancient swordsman.
Also from Fusang City, Li You, Lu Shiyu from the City of the Living Bodhisattva, Tie Dang, the Shangfeng Taoist and other Spiritual Cultivators could sense the anomaly.
“This sword energy…”
With Spirit Lake fluctuating, all faces showed astonishnt.
Xiao Kongtong grabbed the sack’s opening and lifted it with force.
At this mont, in his eyes remained only the solitary and towering figure of his teacher high above, as he shouted hoarsely:
“Eighth! Sword! Deity!”
Boom——
Brilliant silver sword energy erupted from the sack’s mouth.
Like a flood held back by a dam for decades, it finally unleashed, overflowing with wild abandon.
The sword energy, like a silver dragon, poured into the Nine Heavens!
The sudden explosive wave was so powerful, it pushed Xiao Kongtong backward, sweeping the hair and clothes of everyone around Spirit Lake.
After the sword energy, ca the sword’s lody.
Buzz!
The spectators from the five regions, transmitted through various screens, clearly saw within the sword energy torrent, the first to fly out were two slender flying swords like needles.
“Fad Sword Fourteen, Sleeve Sword Double Needles!”
“Xiao Kongtong seized the fad sword from the Cheng family kid in Fusang City!”
It didn’t stop.
This was just the beginning.
With a whooshing sound, another black and white interwoven long sword followed the sleeve sword, erging with the sword energy torrent, making Li You’s face turn grim.
“Fad Sword Eight, Dual Form Sword, Ghost Wheel Sorrow!”
“That’s the Yin Ghost Sect’s sword, isn’t Yin Ghost Sect here, how was their sword taken? When did that happen?”
Clang!
Another sound.
This ti even Dan Saint Lu Shiyu couldn’t remain calm.
“Fad Sword Rank Ten, Life Sword, Daluo Nine Heaven Shengxuan Sword!”
“Three now, three now, is that sack really filled with fad swords?”
After three swords, the sword energy torrent continued.
But inside, the fad swords didn’t rise into the space as expected to line up within the sword sea.
“No more?”
Just as everyone felt disappointed.
Xiao Kongtong, grasping the bag’s opening, trembled as his form shook.
The sack seed like a simple firework tube, and after a silent pause, it quickly inflated and then deflated, until finally…
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——”
“Buzz, buzz, buzz——”
“Clang, clang, clang——”
One fad sword after another poured out.
Like money was no object, the swords sprayed from the sack’s mouth towards the sword sea in the sky, igniting the intense emotions of the five domains’ spectators.
“Purple Long Sword…Fad Sword Fifth, Immortal Sword Purple Sky Drunk, one of the Eighth Sword Deity’s forr sabers!”
“Tombstone! White tombstone! The Sword God’s Era Feng Chengxue’s Monunt, Snow Sword Tomb Epitaph of City Snow, taken during a night assault on Tiansang Spirit Palace by the Saint Servant from Su Qianqian!”
Su Qianqian…
There are rumors of the Preacher showing the scene to the Burial Sword Tomb’s fourth elder.
It has to be said, this little girl indeed has endless fateful encounters, after the Epitaph of City Snow was snatched, she regained the Devil Sword, Demonic Emperor Black Dragon.
However, in the end, all were returned to Bazhun’an.
“There’s more!”
“It’s impossible to suppress, it’s still spewing!”
“Fad Sword Fifteen, Dragon Sword, Green Scale Ridge! In the past, the Moonless Sword Deity was its saber-bearer, later gifting it to his little red-clothed disciple, but unfortunately, it couldn’t succeed and was forcibly taken by Xiao Kongtong in Fusang City.”
“Taiyi Shengshui Sword! It ranks sixteenth among Taoist swords, I know it! The night Lord Shou attacked Dongtianwang City, Bazhun’an coincidentally passed by the Yao Family and casually took the fad sword from Old Master Yao’s hands! I was just next door watching… The matter of that sword was really convenient!”
“The black one, isn’t that the Naless? Death Sword, Naless! During the Sword God era, it was the Killer Sword Saint’s saber, and he was also the first-generation sword-bearer of the vicious sword, Fourth Swords!”
Sword after sword, one after another.
Each fad sword is connected with more than one story or legend.
In the end, even the comntary by each family regarding the swords couldn’t keep up with the speed of Bazhun’an spewing swords out of the bag, the people of the five regions were left numb.
“Drunken Sword, the Leaving Moon in the Wine… It’s said that Bazhun’an also once wielded this sword, but for so unknown reason, it was hidden away later.”
“Serpent Sword, Fei Yi… Do you all know this? It’s said that its sword spirit is transford from so ancient being…”
“Look quickly! Injured Sword, Sword of Great Sorrow! One of the swords wielded by Bazhun’an, also forged by Kui Leihan!”
Familiar, unfamiliar.
Known, unknown.
With Xiao Kongtong’s bag wide open, the people’s horizons in the five regions expanded by more than just a notch, more so with the ancient swordsn by the Spirit Lake.
Rumor is not as good as seeing in person, seeing in person is not as good as seeing in full.
What will happen in the upcoming battle is still unknown, but rely witnessing this scene of fad swords gathering is worth it.
“Is that all?”
Until the Injured Sword ranked twenty-one re-erged into the world, Xiao Kongtong’s bag was thoroughly emptied, yet the people still felt unsatisfied.
“Indeed, the Sword Deity said to gather the swords truly ant collecting all the fad swords of the five regions, Bazhun’an was not joking at all.”
“Xiao Kongtong is really… The 21 Fad Swords, each generation of sword-bearers regards them as treasures, even at the cost of their entire family’s lives to protect the sword, yet he really put the fad swords in a bag? That’s too disrespectful!”
“Why couldn’t anyone detect that the bag contained fad swords before, if I had known earlier, I would’ve given it a shot against the Eldest Senior Brother from Fringe Moon Immortal City.”
“Wait! Isn’t it complete yet? Can anyone count carefully?”
There was debate, and so kept counting the number of fad swords, realizing when Xiao Kongtong stopped, there were still a few missing.
Just then, a light laugh ca from afar:
“Hehehe, what fun.”
“Well, I should join in the fun too!”
The scene imdiately shifted.
Two graceful figures were walking from the north, one tall and one short, one wearing a bewitching high-slit red dress, and the other in an outfit the sa color as the wind and snow.
“This is…”
When everyone saw who let out the coquettish laugh, their expressions changed dramatically:
“Damn, a guy?”
“Damn, got excited for a mont.”
“Red dress, with such a high slit, he must be the storyteller of the Saint Servant, right?”
The Storyteller brought Luo Leilei along, his heart beating nervously, he didn’t dare to speak much.
As soon as he appeared, he flipped open the Yin Yang Life and Death Trap book, pinching the golden words with a pose resembling an orchid, and summoned a sword:
“Brother, I’m here to give you a hand too, go!”
Responding to the command, spatial fluctuations surged from the Yin Yang Life and Death Trap, several swords swept out, led by three green whirlwinds.
“Spiritual Sword Qingfeng?”
“This ranks sixth on the list of famous swords, it’s really in the form of three small whirlwinds, does the Storyteller also have a fad sword?”
Screeeee—
A sharp screech arose, as a fad sword of moderate length flew out, accompanied by the phantom of an avian spirit.
“Beast Sword, Crazy Eagle Sword!”
“I know this, the Eagle Madman resides near the White Cave, it seems the first-in-command saint servant passed by and casually took it, no wonder it wasn’t in Xiao Kongtong’s bag.”
The crowd waited a mont longer.
The Storyteller scratched his head awkwardly, sticking out his fragrant tongue: “That’s all.”
The five regions erupted with curses, once again getting burnt by this tease.
But important matters took priority, after counting, there were many fad swords in the Sword Sea, but counting those that have not yet been taken from Hua Changdeng’s hands as the Ghost Hunter…
“Still missing one sword!”
“Fad Sword Twenty, all present, but the third-ranked Fla Python is missing!”
“Who has the Fla Python, the Eighth Sword Deity is present, don’t you know better to co out quickly and offer the sword humbly?”
To be honest, no one could rember for a mont where the Fla Python went.
Until Xiao Wanfeng frowned slightly, speaking thoughtfully:
“Fla Python, hasn’t it always been with Lord Shou?”
Only did people start recalling sothing, without doubting any longer, only confusion remained.
Indeed, Lord Shou.
Where did Lord Shou go? Not seeing him is one thing, but not dropping the ball at this critical mont, right?
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