I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2004

Chapter 1880 Twenty-one

Chapter 1880: Twenty-one
“The sky is one foot high and eight masters are in charge! Who dares to take on half of Qingju?”

Comments flashed before my eyes one after another, neatly arranged, forming a wave that flooded my entire field of vision.

The images of tens of millions of people preaching seemed to have been completely tamed. No one dared to speak wildly anymore, and all they could do was scroll through the screen.

Hongniang was so excited that her body was shaking, but for the first time she refused to close the comments on the preaching screen.

Her spiritual thoughts swept towards the sky again and again, towards the sea of swords, towards the famous swords, and towards the hazy and majestic figure.

“How, how powerful…”

She was usually very eloquent, but at this moment she felt that her vocabulary was so poor that she could not use more gorgeous words to describe what she was seeing.

Of course, Hongniang was not the only one who was speechless. At this moment, all the preachers holding the palms could not stop their hands from shaking.

All the apricots from different families are flooding the screen.

The five regions were struck by the words “Ten thousand swords return to their origin” and it was like thunder striking out of nowhere. No one could remain calm anymore.

“The sky is one foot high and eight masters are in charge. Who dares to take on half of the Qingju?”

It is true that the second half of the sentence, in recent decades, can only be said that young people who are ignorant of worldly affairs still do not quite understand it.

But the first half of the sentence was now understood by everyone, young and old.

The realm of turning one’s hand to make clouds and turning it back to make rain, the calmness of famous swords bowing down at the first command, the aura of carrying the emperor on one’s back and being the only one who is supreme…

How difficult is it to ascend to heaven?

Eight masters, one sentence is enough!

After more than ten breaths of crazy screen swiping, when the famous sword stopped flying into the air for a moment, the spectators from the five regions finally calmed down a little.

Some people counted the number of swords flying into the air, and went from being enthusiastic to anxious, feeling that the difference was more than a little bit.

“This sword is missing something, right?”

“Evil Sword, Blood Sword, Devil Sword, Demon Sword, Staff Sword, Crane Sword. Of course, the first few famous swords flew into the sky with great momentum, more magnificent than the sea of swords, but if you count carefully, there are only six of them?”

“Zhuiyue, Heizhu and others from Jian Pavilion are here too, as are the swords in the Sword Washing Pool of the Sword Burial Mound. I also saw Gu Lao’s Mei Ziyu, but these are not considered famous swords in the world, right?”

“Yes, of course the other swords are also okay, but the twenty-one famous swords are just those twenty-one. There are only six swords on the list. Isn’t that too few?”

“How can it be just OK? Zhuiyue is the sword of the divine sword Feng Wuhen. You idiots, do you know what Feng Wuhen is? He is the best swordsman under the Sword God! Zhuiyue, how can you not reach the threshold of the famous sword? It’s really funny. (I’m not a member of the Feng family, I just can’t stand it)”

“There are also the Emperor Sword, the Mysterious Sword, the Great Sword, and the Divine Sword. These are also in the sky. How can the five great Chaos artifacts not be comparable to the twenty-one famous swords?”

“But a famous sword is a famous sword. How can we find a substitute? This is not like buying vegetables. If one side is not enough, we can make do there. The Eight Lords are going to summon the Sword God’s inheritance!”

“That Feng family member in front of me, you are going to make me laugh to death…”

“What about the swords in Fusang City? I remember seeing someone preaching before. Didn’t Senior Brother Xiao take two or three famous swords?”

“Yes! Xiao Kongtong!”

So everyone started to brush Xiao Kongtong.

The preachers were very clever and took the opportunity to focus the screen on the guy lying limp on the ground behind Linghu.

“Master Sword Master, you can’t stand up either…”

Xiao Kongtong’s injuries were too serious.

He and Xiao Wanfeng could be considered brothers in distress. They supported each other and tried to get up, but they were unable to do so.

“Hey! Look!”

“It’s fine if the spiritual swords and famous swords are flying in the sky, but what’s going on with that sack? Why is it buzzing and shaking? It seems like it wants to fly into the sky too?”

“Haha, that’s a bit funny. Isn’t that the torn sack that the Eighth Sword Immortal has been carrying all the time? Not only does the ancient sword cultivator carry a bag with him, but he also has a dream?”

“No, brother, your information is too outdated. The one carrying the sack has always been Xiao Kongtong pretending to be Ba Zun’an. Who is the real Ba Zun’an carrying the sack?”

“But then again, why did Xiao Kongtong keep dragging that broken sack? It can’t be filled with famous swords, right?”

“What bullshit are you talking about? How can you be so disrespectful to a famous sword, Big Brother?”

There were some who objected, but they were surprisingly a minority.

Soon, the preachers of each sect felt that something was wrong, and the comments on everyone’s preaching screen changed:
“?”

“???”

“????”

All question marks.

Some people also marked the comment of the guy who talked nonsense in red, and responded with a series of “?” and “!”, which are symbols invented by me.

“Buzz!”

The sack with dreams is buzzing and also wants to go to the sky.

But it was just a sack after all, without a sword spirit or wings. It flapped twice and fell heavily to the ground.

“Bang, bang…”

There was a sound of iron blocks colliding inside.

Amid the rhythm of the sword chants in the sea of swords in the sky, it was so slight, yet so harsh.

“sack!”

The Five Realms were in an uproar. That bulging sack was definitely not an ordinary sack.

“Mr. Mito, I need your help.”

By the Ling Lake, Xiao Kongtong struggled for a long time but still couldn’t get up. He could only ask for help from Mei Siren, who had a hole in his chest and was also gasping for breath not far away.

“What is it?”

When Mei Siren saw the Zhang Xing and Jin Xing from each family turning around, he knew that it was a big deal. His expression quickly returned to being calm and he waved a paper fan gracefully.

Xiao Kongtong pointed at the sack under his feet and said, “Kick it over here.”

“It’s just a small matter.”

Mei Siren kicked him over.

The sack made a clanging sound and only moved half an foot.

His expression twitched violently, the hole in his chest was bleeding with pain, and he almost jumped up while holding his toes.

But this is not allowed under the watchful eyes of the crowd!
Mei Siren endured the pain, closed the paper fan, and everything became a sword. He pointed the sack over, extremely powerful.

“call……”

Xiao Kongtong grabbed the sack, let out a long sigh, and his expression began to become fiery.

Xiao Wanfeng could feel the heat rising beside him, so hot that he turned back in surprise: “Big Brother, what do you want to do?”

“Brother Xiao, watch carefully…”

“What?”

“This sack will be very handsome!”

“ah?”

Xiao Wanfeng was puzzled.

But I saw the laughing senior brother beside me, his mouth suddenly stretched to his temples, his expression changed from fiery to fanatical, and finally became extremely ferocious.

Regardless of his injuries, he forced himself to get up as if he were having a last breath of life.

At the same time, he made hand seals, and the mystery formation diagram flashed under his feet. Then he slapped the torn sack in front of him heavily.

“Hidden Word Sword, unlock!”

Drink it down with one gulp.

A golden light flashed on the sack, and the word “hide” slowly floated in the air.

After a buzzing sound, the word “藏” broke apart, fell apart, turned into golden spots, and disappeared into the air.

“This is……”

Xiao Wanfeng’s pupils suddenly dilated.

Because as the hidden sword was released, he could clearly feel that a vast and boundless sword energy suddenly emerged from inside the sack.

The feeling was even more magnificent than the sea of swords in the sky!
It wasn’t just Xiao Wanfeng.

Gou Wu Yue, Feng Ting Chen, Gu Qing and others behind him all turned their heads in shock.

Not just ancient sword cultivators.

Spirit refiners including Li You from Fusang City, Lu Shiyu from Shengfutu City, Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist and others were able to sense something was wrong.

“This sword energy…”

The Spirit Lake was shaking, and everyone looked horrified.

Xiao Kongtong grabbed the mouth of the sack and lifted it up with force.

At this moment, all he could see was the lonely and tall figure of his teacher in the sky. He shouted at the top of his lungs,
“The Eighth Sword Immortal!”

boom–

Brilliant silver sword energy gushed out from the mouth of the sack.

It was like a flood that had been blocked by a dam for decades, and finally the gates were opened at this moment, allowing the flood to be released, showing its full unbridled wildness.

The sword energy is like a silver dragon, pouring down like a waterfall into the sky!

The sudden explosion even caused Xiaokongtong to slide back, and the hair and clothes of the people around Linghu Lake fluttered.

After the sword energy comes the sword chant.

Buzz!
The spectators from the five regions saw clearly from the screen that two needle-thin flying swords flew out from the torrent of sword energy.

“Famous Sword Fourteen, Hidden Blade Double Needle!”

“Xiao Kongtong snatched the famous sword from the Cheng family kid in Fusang City!”

Never stopped.

This is just the beginning.

With a whoosh sound, another long sword interwoven with black and white followed the hidden sword and came out with a torrent of sword energy. Li You’s face darkened.

“The eighth famous sword, the double-shaped sword, Ghost Wheel Sorrow!”

“That’s the Yin Gui Sect’s sword. Wasn’t the Yin Gui Sect present at the scene? Was their sword also taken away? When did it happen?”

Clang!
Another movement.

Now even Dan Saint Lu Shiyu could no longer remain calm.

“Tenth on the famous sword list, Shengjian, Daluo Jiusheng Xuanjian!”

“Three swords now! Three swords now! Are they really all famous swords in this tattered sack?”

After three swords, the torrent of sword energy continued.

However, the famous sword inside did not continue to fly into the air and be arranged in the sea of swords as everyone expected.

“No more?”

Just when everyone was feeling disappointed.

Xiao Kongtong grabbed the mouth of the sack and his body shook.

The sack was like a crude version of a firework tube. It bulged slightly after a moment of silence, then quickly deflated, and finally…

“Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh—”

“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Famous swords came out one after another.

As if they were free, swords shot out from the mouth of the sack towards the sea of swords in the sky, directly igniting the high emotions of the spectators from the five regions.

“The purple long sword… the fifth most famous sword, the Immortal Sword Zi Tian Zui, one of the swords that the Eighth Sword Immortal once carried!”

“Tombstone! White tombstone! The tombstone of Fengchengxue in the Sword God era, the tomb of the Snow Sword, the famous city of Xue, which the Holy Slave raided Tiansang Ling Palace at night and took from Su Qianqian!”

Su Qianqian…

A preacher gave the picture to the fourth person in the Sword Burial Tomb.

I have to say, this little girl really has a lot of luck. After the Snow Sword was robbed, she got the Demon Sword Wanbing Mozu.

What a pity, in the end, everything was returned to the Eight Zun’an.

“besides!”

“I can’t suppress it at all, it’s still spraying!”

“The fifteenth famous sword, Dragon Sword, Green Scale Ridge! It was once worn by the Moonless Sword Immortal, and later given to his little red-clothed apprentice. Unfortunately, he was unable to help, and was also seized by Xiao Kongtong in Fusang City.”

“Tai Yisheng Water Sword! It is the sixteenth ranked Dao Sword, I know it! When my master attacked Dong Tian Wang City at night, the Eight Sacks passed by the Yao family and took away the famous sword in the hands of old man Yao Ye! I was watching the battle next door at the time… The sword thing was really easy!”

“The black one, that must be Wuming, right? The Death Sword, Wuming! In the Sword God Era, he was the sword that killed the Sword Saint. He was also the first generation to wield the four swords of the Evil Sword!”

One after another, one sword after another.

Every famous sword is associated with more than one story or legend.

In the end, even the comments of the various apricots could not keep up with the speed of the sack spraying swords, and everyone in the five regions was left numb.

“Drunken Sword, Moon in the Wine… I heard that Ba Zun An also wielded this sword, but later hid it for some unknown reason.”

“Snake Sword, Fei Yi…Does anyone know this? I heard that the sword spirit is transformed from something from ancient times…”

“Look! The injured sword, the Great Sadness Tears Sword! One of the Eight Zun An’s swords, and also a famous sword forged by Kuilehan!”

Familiar, unfamiliar.

Heard of it, not heard of it.

Once the Xiaokongtong sack was opened, the horizons of the people from the Five Regions were greatly broadened, especially the ancient swordsmen by the Spiritual Lake.

Rumors are not as good as meeting in person, and meeting in person is not as good as seeing the whole thing.

We still don’t know how the next battle will go, but just seeing the scene of all the famous swords gathered together is worth it.

“No more?”

Until the twenty-first ranked injured sword reappeared and the sack in Xiao Kongtong’s hand completely deflated, everyone still felt that they were not satisfied.

“It turns out that when Saint Slave said he was gathering swords, he really meant to gather all the swords from the five domains. The Eight Lords were not joking at all.”

“Xiao Kongtong is really something… The 21st famous sword, each generation of sword holders regards it as a treasure, and even risked the lives of their entire family to protect the sword. He really put the famous sword in a sack? That’s too disrespectful!”

“No, why didn’t I realize there was a famous sword in the sack before? If I had known, I would have gone to test the weight of the senior brother from Canyue Immortal City.”

“Wait! They’re not all there yet, can you guys count them carefully?”

Some people were discussing, and some were counting the number of famous swords, and found that when Xiao Kongtong stopped at the end, there were still a few missing?

At this moment, a light laugh came from afar:

“Hehe, it’s so lively.”

“Then why don’t you come and join in the fun!”

The screen will be turned at the right time.

But then I saw two graceful figures walking towards me from the north, one tall and one short, one wearing a seductive red skirt with a high slit, and the other wearing a tight suit the same color as the wind and snow.

“This is……”

When they saw who was laughing, everyone’s faces changed drastically:
“Fuck, a man?”

“Damn it, it made me excited.”

“Red skirt, with a slit so high, he is the storyteller of the Holy Slave, right?”

The storyteller led Luo Leilei here, but he was actually very nervous and he didn’t dare to say anything more.

As soon as he showed up, he flipped out the Yin-Yang Book of Life and Death, pinched his orchid finger, and the golden characters on the ancient book appeared, making the sword come out:
“Brother, I’m here to help you, go!”

In response to the sound, the space on the Yin-Yang Book of Life and Death surged, and several swords swept out, led by three green whirlwinds.

“Spiritual Sword Qingfeng?”

“This is number six on the famous sword list. It really is in the shape of three small whirlwinds. Does the storyteller have a famous sword too?”

Cry——

With a sharp whistling sound, a famous sword of neither long nor short flew out, accompanied by the phantom of a bird spirit.

“Beast Sword, Crazy Eagle Sword!”

“I know that. Crazy Diao lives near the White Cave. It seems that the Holy Slave Chief passed by and took it away. No wonder it was not in the Xiaokongtong sack.”

Everyone waited a moment longer.

The storyteller scratched his head in embarrassment and said, “No more.”

The five regions immediately started cursing and were also feeling the spiciness.

But business is more important. After careful counting, there are many famous swords in Jianhai, but including the ghost hunter that cannot be taken from Hua Changdeng…

“One sword is still missing!”

“All twenty famous swords are here, but we are still missing the third ranked Yanmang!”

“Who has the Yanmang in his hands? The Eighth Sword Immortal is in front of you. If you know what’s best for you, why don’t you come out and accept your death and present your sword?”

It’s no wonder that for a while, no one could remember the whereabouts of Flame Sword and Flame Python.

Until Xiao Wanfeng frowned and said thoughtfully:
“Yanmang, hasn’t it always been in the hands of the Lord?”

Everyone then remembered something, and no longer suspected anything, they were just confused.

Yes, Lord Shou.

Where has Shou Ye gone? It’s fine if he doesn’t show up, but he won’t let me down at the critical moment, right?