"What's the sound?"
At the ruins of the Sin Palace, everyone raised their ears and looked left and right, clearly hearing that sound.
It was very slight, but it was like a needle pricking the skin.
It's not painful, but it makes the hair on your head stand up instantly!
"Familiar with..."
The sound is getting louder quickly, coming from the east!
The gravel, floating dust, broken grass, broken blades...all the dead objects on the ruins of Sinyi Palace began to tremble slightly.
"It's not an illusion..."
"My sword is moving!"
Until even the shurikens were implicated and began to tremble, and the amplitude increased rapidly.
Only then did many spiritual masters realize that their feelings when Xu Xiaoshou photographed the dead character in the abyss were not fake.
The sword was really moved!
"Everything is a sword!"
"This is everything is a sword!"
"Only ancient sword cultivators can do it by relying on sword intent, and the range is very large, no, it's too big! It's like..."
Some people's expressions became fanatical and they were so excited that they could not speak.
Because looking around, in just a blink of an eye, thousands of dead objects on the ruins of the Sin Palace all floated into the sky.
Every grain of sand and gravel, every weed, releases the cold sword intent, which makes you feel stinging when you look at it, and fear when you hear it.
Not only the Palace of Sin, but also the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique illuminated other places on Void Island in a timely manner.
The vision happening anywhere at this moment is exactly the same as the one above the ruins of the Temple of Sin.
"What's it like?" someone asked.
The man holding the sword in his hand was finally so excited that everyone was trembling. He simply let go of the restraints and let the sword in his hand fly high into the sky together with thousands of sand and stones around it. The man's expression became dazed and he murmured softly:
"A sword comes from the east and a sword fairy comes from the east!"
"It's like, it's like...the former Eighth Sword Immortal is back!"
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"Familiar!"
To the east of the Falling Abyss, the sound of the wind caused by the sound of the sword was extremely harsh.
The Xuan Cang Divine Sword was about to be released, and Rao Yaoyao had to put in a lot of effort to hold on tightly to the sword that had not yet fully recognized its owner.
She remembered something and looked to the east.
At the same time, Yan Wushe and Situ Yongren also stopped what they were doing and looked eastward.
A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the flying sword flew into the sky!
It was a very ordinary black iron sword. Without any spiritual energy, it was not even a tenth-grade spiritual sword.
Breaking through the air at high speed, causing the flying sword to burn red.
Normally speaking, this sword should have melted into molten iron and disappeared halfway.
But there is a silver sword thought attached to it, which is very dull and shallow.
It is the existence of this sword thought that protects the Black Iron Sword, so that when it comes eastward, it affects everything on Void Island in the sky, just like welcoming the return of the emperor.
"The Eight Masters..."
Xu Xiaoshou, who turned colorless, suddenly had light in his eyes, and he no longer knew how to describe his mood at this moment.
He watched that bit of cold light break through the air, and finally the black iron sword clanged and was nailed between him and Yan Wuse.
"boom!"
The space of the Fallen Abyss was shattered and a huge mouth opened, as if a boundary between life and death was divided.
The silver sword thought tore through the Tianhe River, sending Xu Xiaoshou and everyone flying.
Yan Wuse, who was on the opposite side, backed away early and narrowly avoided the blow.
The red-hot black iron sword was still trembling violently, making a bird's chirp, and soon a cold sound came from the sword:
"Use the sword as a boundary. Anyone who crosses the boundary will die!"
The sound waves spread and echoed heavily.
At this moment, all the spiritual refiners on the island raised their heads, and no matter where they were, they all heard this sound very clearly.
And as soon as this sound came out, some people were even more excited.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"
"This is the voice of the Eighth Sword Immortal. I've heard it before, I'm sure of it!"
"He is really here, Xu Xiaoshou, really summoned the Eighth Sword Immortal."
"Come on, everyone has come out before Bazunzhen. I have heard this voice many times just now." Someone calmly poured cold water on it.
"It's different, this is different..."
On the ruins of the Sin Palace, almost dozens of people stared at each other angrily at the same time, and someone retorted:
"There can be many Eighth Sword Immortals, but there is only one Eighth Sword Immortal who will appear!"
"During the Battle of the Ten Thrones, every time he made a move, he was accompanied by such visions."
"Now that decades have passed, there are people who imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal, but who can imitate his momentum?"
"Who can really do it, a black iron sword, and make the whole city scream in shock?"
This statement leaves no room for doubt.
And from the words themselves, it can be heard that this person was deeply poisoned by the Eighth Sword Immortal's "One Poem and One Sword".
At this moment, the entire Void Island was filled with sword dust, making people feel like they were in an ordinary fairyland, and this sword came from the east.
"Well done!"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't even pretend to be colorless anymore, he immediately changed back to his original self, his face full of confidence.
He stood on the other side of the line of life and death separated by the Black Iron Sword. Looking at the three people opposite him, he felt as if someone had pushed him angrily from behind, and his chest puffed up at that moment.
"Use the sword as a boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die! Listen to what my eight deities know well!"
"Who dares to come over and try?"
"Someone! Speak!"
Rao Yaoyao clutched the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly and stared at Xu Xiaoshou without saying a word.
She was almost out of control!
The excitement of Xuancang Divine Sword is not because it wants to let go and recognize others as its master.
But at this moment, it actually regarded the red-hot dark iron sword as its most important opponent and wanted to fight it.
That's just a red-hot black iron sword!
But, that was the sword thrown by the Eight Masters!
Rao Yaoyao's heart was full of mixed feelings, which could not be put into words.
She has not seen the Eight Masters for many years, but she has reached the holy realm and thinks she can dominate them all.
She never thought that the opponent only used a Xuan Iron Sword, and the divine sword Xuan Cang in her hand would lose the ability to fight.
And until now, people have not been seen yet...
Yan Wuse looked at the red-faced young man across from him. After a long silence, his droopy eyelids twitched a few times.
"Facial face."
He looked around and found that there were no familiar figures.
To be continued...