Sword, one?

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and looked at Jun Wuwang, who was confused, as if he was thinking.

Whether it is consistent, only one sword is used for life, or the idea of ​​cutting off all possibilities and leaving only one inevitable, or Gu Han's sentence, because of Wuwang, Guizhen, the previous sword is definitely worthy of the title of "Yi"!

"really."

Chongming looked at Jun Wuwang and said with a little relief: "As the saying goes, fools have good fortune, it's true. The sword cultivators in the world are like crucian carp across the river, and there are countless. I'm afraid that only you can understand such sword skills, even you..."

Having said that.

It glanced at Gu Han: "I'm afraid I can't do it."

"nature."

Gu Han admitted generously and smiled: "The so-called ten thousand ways will naturally have ten thousand ways, and I can't take them all."

Gu Tian didn't say anything.

I just agreed with their views, because the sword just now made him feel amazing when he was on the road of infinity.

The most shocking one.

Then Mu Xinghe will be counted.

As a close friend and a sword cultivator, he naturally understands the significance of Jun Wuwang cutting such a sword better than Gu Tian and Chongming!

"This sword of Wuwang."

"Even if Mu has been in his life, he may not be able to catch up."

Looking at Jun Wuwang, he had a little envy, a little respect, and a little bitterness in his eyes. He only felt that the name of Xinghe Sword Ancestor, who was once proud, was so ironic!

"The king's sword cuts the chaos, and my blade carves the spring and autumn."

"The Rust Sword Sings Newly, and Ziqing sighs at the old marks."

"Zeng Xiaoqi'eryu, he was an outsider..."

The poem is full of loneliness and melancholy, and even the purple and green swords behind it feel something, trembling slightly, and crying in tragedy.

Unusual.

The few people who used to write poems were very fucked by him, but this time they listened very seriously, because for Mu Xinghe, the blow this time was indeed quite big.

"Brother, don't have to do this."

Gu Han smiled and said, "You are both outstanding in poetry and swords. This ability is unique in the world, and others are not as good as you."

“Don’t make fun of me…”

Mu Xinghe smiled bitterly and shook his head: "If the poem is not done, the sword is not done, it is just a message of comfort..."

“You can understand it the other way around.”

Gu Han comforted: "Among the poets, you are the best in swordsmanship, and among swordsmanship, you are the most talented in poetry, which is unparalleled in the world."

Mu Xinghe was slightly stunned.

Although I knew it was a comfort, I felt much better.

"I can't afford it."

Suddenly, Jun Wuwang's voice suddenly rang out. Looking at Gu Han, he said seriously: "I can't afford the word 'one'."

"Why?"

"The Xuantian Sword Monument was left by you, and the Yizi Sword is also yours. What I learned, cultivated and gained... are all from you, and I am not qualified to be called 'Yi'."

"The truth is right."

Gu Han looked at him and sighed: "But the sword you just now surpassed the sword monument."

Jun Wuwang was stunned.

"The sword path is vast, and you and I are all pedestrians."

Gu Han's face turned solemn and said, "Maybe I went further than you, but that's just me who used to be me. Now you... are much stronger than me at that time."

A sword on the sword monument.

It was left by him who killed Luo Wannian back then, and naturally the most peak sword he could use at that time.

Can……

Judging from his current perspective, this sword can only be said to be a barely doubling. If you really want to find it, he can find at least ten flaws, and it is not surprising that he will be surpassed.

Jun Wuwang frowned.

After a while, he asked again: "Your swordsmanship is now at its peak?"

"No."

Gu Han shook his head: "It's still on the road."

“…”

Jun Wuwang was silent again.

His mind is not smart, and he never goes around the bush when thinking about problems, but... this does not mean that he is really a fool in Chongming's words. Sometimes, his way of looking at problems is more pure and he can discover the essence.

"Thank you, senior, for preaching and teaching!"

He suddenly bowed deeply to Gu Han, and the knot that had bothered him for tens of thousands of years was instantly untied.

"Thank you, Master, for leading me to the sword path!"

Gu Han also gave him a deep tribute, putting an end to the bonds of the past and present.

A senior.

A founder.

These two names made Gu Tian and Mu Xinghe feel strange in their hearts, and they thought to themselves if these two people were wrong in their seniority?

Only Chongming.

After recovering the memory of the past, it naturally understood that one of the two was the descendants of the past, the current ancestor, the other was the current disciple, and the past predecessor... belonged to their own opinions and did not conflict.

"Just Mr. Chicken."

Just as he was thinking, Gu Han suddenly looked at the motionless winged bird trapped not far away, and said thoughtfully: "Is it your ancestor?"

Senior speaks more straighter than me?

Brother, so rude?

Jun Wuwang and Mu Xinghe looked at each other, and these two thoughts arose in their minds.

Can……

Unusually, Chongming did not get angry or got angry. He just looked at the woman in the bronze mirror of the winged bird's heart, with a hint of confusion in his voice: "I don't know, I just think... she is very close to me..."

"I understand."

Gu Han nodded: "It should be your ancestor, Ji Ye."

The origin of Chongming.

It can be traced back to the last era, in the Hongmeng world among the Three Thousand Worlds, when dragons and phoenixes competed for the immortal position, no one knows how it was born and how it appeared there.

"Of course."

Thinking of this, he said again: "It is not just your ancestor, Ji Ye, but also another hidden identity."

"What?"

"Luanzu."

As soon as the word "Luanzu" came out, in the bronze mirror on the heart of the winged bird, the woman in colorful clothes suddenly hugged her head and roared in pain!

"Luan..."

Chongming murmured to himself, looking at the extremely painful woman, a trace of tranquility suddenly appeared in his heart.

Simple.

Gu Han said the essence of creation.

The essence of creation is divided into four, which is a strange and weird spirit. Among them, the essence of creation has made Dragon Ancestor and Ao Li, and the spirit of creation has turned into the second ancestor of Fengluan. When the demon dragon Ao Li was insidiously harming the dragon ancestor Fengzuan, and later seriously injured the ancestor of Luan, and took its origin to prove the truth and transcendence.

"I want to come..."

"Just Master Ji, like Zulong Shifeng, you were sent to the lower realm by this Luan Zu by means to avoid disaster, so you three appeared in the Hongmeng World by coincidence."

“Same.”

"You should also be the only blood descendant she left in this world."

Chongming didn't say anything.

After learning the whole story and looking at the woman again, the feeling of blood connection in her heart became even stronger.

Gu Tian and the other two suddenly realized.

It turns out that this winged bird is really the ancestor of Chongming? No wonder he set his sights on it as soon as he came!

"Brother."

Mu Xinghe glanced at the beautiful and ugly Winged Bird in the episode, and said softly: "She..."

"She is dead."
Chapter completed!