As soon as he finished speaking, two teams of disciples, led by Elder Ciyun, stepped onto the high platform. One team carried a large silver gong. The gong was half a person tall, as round as a full moon, with uneven and pitted rings all over it. Three color runes.
Another team carried a fat, golden drum with four golden dragons coiled around the body. Even the drum skin was yellow in color and made of unknown animal skins. A two-foot-long golden hammer was placed beside the drum. The head of the hammer is like a budding lotus, and the handle of the hammer is like a thin lotus stem.
The two teams carried gongs and drums to the jade table on the high platform in the middle, and then quickly retreated, leaving Elder Ciyun behind.
Qianqiu Sect Master looked at the rising sun that had already broken through the clouds, his eyes moved slightly, and he whispered to Fairy Jinghong: "Uncle Master, the time has passed, we can start."
"Yes." Fairy Jinghong raised the sword in her hand slightly, and the sword suddenly turned into a breeze and soared into the sky. The next moment, it had stopped on the jade table in the center of the silver gongs and golden drums.
"Wrathful Sky Sword!"
Everyone looked at this simple sword that exuded a weak aura, with stern expressions on their faces, and a slight hint of emotion on their faces.
The disciples of the Sword Sect looked solemnly, with traces of sadness revealed in their eyes.
"Next, you will be in charge." Fairy Jinghong put down her sword and stepped back, then turned and gave instructions to the Qianqiu Sect Leader.
"Disciple, obey your orders!" Qianqiu Sect Master responded in a low voice, then took a step forward and shouted loudly:
"The time has come, Sword Sect disciples obey orders!"
"Qiang——" The sound of a sword being unsheathed immediately echoed in the mountain stream.
"Ming the sword gong!" Qianqiu Sect Master said.
Following his command, a sword light flew from the hand of a Sword Sect disciple at the front and instantly pierced the huge silver gong.
"Dang——!" A crisp gong sounded!
The silver light bloomed on the silver gong, and a circle of faint silver ripples stirred up. The runes on the gong spun rapidly in the light. The sword was bounced up by the silver light, leaving only a tiny spot on the gong's surface. White marks.
Another sword rose into the air and pierced the silver gong.
"Dang——!" Another crisp sound!
The swords rose up one after another in this way, the light of the silver gongs flashed continuously, and the dense sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" resounded throughout the square.
"Please come to the stage and beat the golden drum!" Qianqiu Sect Master shouted again amidst the sound of silver gongs.
Before attending the sword funeral ceremony, the Sword Sect had instructed in advance that because there were too many people, only one person from each sect or family would be arranged to go on stage to beat drums to see off the person, and the order of standing positions had already been assigned.
Before he finished speaking, a Confucian scholar in blue who was at the front stepped forward.
"The Qingfeng Sect has revealed its true identity, and I would like to send you the Sword Master!" Elder Ciyun in front of the jade case shouted loudly.
The first among the three major sects of Fazong has always been Jintian Sect, but now Jintian Sect has no newcomers, and it is common sense that Qingfeng Sect ranks first, but this time he came here as the leader of a sect, which also made The factions never thought of it.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd and the sound of sword gongs, Chuilu Sect Master walked up to the jade case, raised the lotus golden hammer and exerted a slight force. The golden lotus on the hammer head shone with golden light, and hit the golden drum with a breeze.
"Boom——!" A muffled sound!
The four thin golden dragons on the golden drum actually seemed to be alive, raising their heads slightly and opening their big mouths!
There was no dragon roar, only four golden rays of light shining on the drum skin, and the sound of the drum became louder and louder, like the roar of a beast, as if the soul of the dead who did not want to leave roared with unwillingness in the scene.
The Furious Sky Sword on the side also trembled slightly amidst the sound of gongs and drums, making a buzzing sound, as if in response.
Chui Lu Sect Master put down the lotus hammer and saluted the Wrath Sky Sword.
"Jianzong returns the favor!" Elder Ciyun said loudly!
On the stage, Master Qianqiu and everyone in Liangchen bowed in return.
The leader of the Chuilu sect appears from the upper left, and from the lower right, a fairy in colorful clothes follows closely on the high platform. 16k Chinese
"Fairy Gu Yue Pavilion Jiuxia, I would like to send you the Sword Master!" Elder Ciyun said again.
Fairy Jiuxia brought down the hammer, and then saluted the sword. Qianqiu Sect Master returned the salute from a distance. The fairy's eyes immediately separated from her, but her cheeks turned slightly red, and she hurriedly walked down.
Chuilu Sect Master, who had just stepped down, naturally saw all this, his eyes were slightly startled, and a trace of loss appeared on his face.
Following the fairy was an old man with a beard.
"Master Yaqin, the leader of Youyun Sect, would like to send you the Sword Master!" Elder Ciyun shouted again.
The old man stepped onto the jade platform, raised the lotus golden hammer and swung it with his hand, hitting the golden drum.
"Dong——"
"Two sect leaders have come from the three major sects. I wonder if the Jintian Sect is really like the sound transmission..." Seeing the third Jintian Sect who is not the three major sects of the Fa Sect, a man in black robes and a yellow face appeared in the audience. The big man whispered.
"Almost all the sects of Fa Zong, big and small, have come here. It seems to be true." The old man next to him replied.
"I didn't expect that Heavenly Man had his arm chopped off by the Sword Ancestor back then, and now he's had his arm chopped off by the Nanfeng Peak Master! If it were me, I would have to go into seclusion and seal the mountain!" The black-robed man laughed.
"Shh~" The old man next to him saw that he was laughing at the man in heaven, and he immediately made a gesture of silence. After all, among the guests who came, there might be people from the Tianzong.
The big man in black robe seemed to have thought of the joint, his expression suddenly changed, he looked at the jade platform and said nothing.
In this way, the Sword Sect's sword struck the gong, and a group of guests beat the drums, jingling, dong, dong, and kuang Kuang, like firecrackers, shaking everyone's hearts.
Because there were so many guests, even if there was only one person from each clan, this process took two hours.
After all the knocking on the sect gates was completed, all the casual cultivators began to appear. Because most of them came alone, each person had to step forward once, so another hour passed in a flash.
Everyone was used to the sound of gongs and drums, and began to look at the people on the stage and whisper.
"The person standing next to Master Qianqiu is the Master of Nanfeng! When the senior brother came to ask for a sword, he even had a fight with him." A long-armed man introduced to a young man next to him.
"The fight with my senior brother was evenly matched at that time. How could he kill two old monsters of the Dao Sect and cut off an arm of the ancestor of the Jintian Sect! It's unbelievable! It's really unbelievable!"
"Uncle Master, what realm is he in? My nephew can't sense his realm at all." The young man asked with surprise.
"I can't sense it either." The long-armed man glanced at Liangchen and shook his head.
"Uncle Master, you are already in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. You can't even sense it. You must have become a god." The young man said.
"That's not necessarily the case. Either the realm is much higher than you and me, or it's possible that he possesses a rare treasure."
"..."
While there was a lot of discussion, an old man wearing a bamboo hat staggered onto the high platform.
The old man walked slowly towards the jade case without any intention of taking off his bamboo hat. The audience immediately began to point and point. After all, wearing a bamboo hat on stage was a bit disrespectful to the deceased.
"Where did this casual cultivator come from, so ignorant of etiquette!"
"yes!"
The casual cultivators all reported their own family status, so Ci Yunzi did not introduce them.
While everyone was talking, the old man walked up to the jade case and finally took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a thin-faced old man with yellow spots on his face.
"I'll see Xion off, and I'll see the Sword Master off." The old man held the golden hammer in his hand and shook it slightly.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura descended on the field!
The golden hammer suddenly burst out with a brilliance that stung everyone so hard that it was almost difficult to open their eyes. In an instant, it even outshone the scorching sun in the sky!
The lotus golden hammer, with its overwhelming power, tilted slightly and hit the Nuxiao Sword next to it!
