They didn't hear the murmur of the Eight Masters, but everyone heard the words of the Taoist Palace Master.
I should not say anything, but just look at the Taoist Palace Master's expression and his words, "Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrows in the world."
Everyone was convinced that these eight acquaintances were no longer false.
"He is really here!"
"After the Master of the Dao Palace, even the Eighth Sword Immortal also landed on the island. Is this going to lead to another ten-seat battle?"
"Yunlun throws away treasures, the Holy Emperor's golden edict, the deep sea turns into the void, the secrets change into water ghosts...the Eight Masters are well prepared!"
"But now his biggest enemy is the False Saint Emperor, not the Half-Saint... How can he fight against the false Saint Emperor?"
Regarding the Eight Masters, everyone has similar feelings. In addition to admiration, they still admire him.
He is flawed, after all, he suffered defeat and the price was two broken fingers.
But how can life be perfect?
There were even different opinions about the unknown battle before, and no one could figure out the truth.
It can be said that the eight deities know their flaws but do not hide their virtues.
His life was a life of fighting, defeating countless enemies.
At this moment, even as the leader of the Holy Slave, even the people of the Holy Temple can hardly feel disgusted.
He is so genuine!
Although the water ghost is also strong, it gives people a variety of feelings. The city is extremely deep and the methods are complicated.
Moreover, since his former name was Yu Mo, and he joined the Holy Slaves, anyone could imagine that he had some unknown special purpose.
Dao Qiongcang is certainly strong, but he has many plans and many plans.
His strength is as mysterious as his magic. No one can notice it when he is in the game, but the aftertaste afterwards is endless.
But these are all too roundabout!
Ba Zunzun is completely different. He is strong and direct, and he is also direct!
Perhaps some of his holy slaves have deep dissent, but based on him alone...
Everyone is willing to believe that the purpose of the Eight Masters leading the Saint Slaves is just to fight for the Dao.
Just like the most direct fighting method of Gu Jianxiu, pressure, struggle, and defeat.
That's all.
So, when you look at the figure on the spiritual mirror who is walking leisurely and slowly step by step.
The people watching the battle could no longer firm their stance. The only thing they were thinking about at the moment was:
"The show is about to begin!"
On the horizon, Rao Yaoyao landed beside Dao Qiongang, but his eyes never moved away from the figure outside the Miracle Forest.
She only paused for a moment, then her pretty face became solemn and her red lips parted:
"I'll kill him!"
In recent years, the Holy Slave has become the biggest thorn in the side of the Holy Temple and a thorn in the flesh.
However, the first Saint Slave disappeared and disappeared, and his identity was not really clear until he was in the Eighth Palace.
Rao Yaoyao wants to fight the Eight Masters, and has been thinking about it for more than thirty years!
She was unwilling to fight the eight masters who seemed to be in a weak state at the moment, and preferred to fight with swords in their prime.
But in the Holy Temple, from this point of view, the eight deities who are in poor condition are alone at this moment, which is the best time to carry out the beheading operation.
"No need." Dao Qiongcang stretched out his hand to stop her.
"Why!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were filled with anger. He couldn't miss this opportunity, it would never come again.
Dao Qiongcang shook his head, not wanting to explain at all, but just said: "It's too late..."
It's really late!
The appearance of the Eight Masters attracted everyone's attention.
Even the Holy Emperor Wangze who was in the Juejiu Fire Realm had his attention diverted because of that wisp of sword thought slashing towards Dao Qiongtian.
Dao Qiongcang himself, when he was between life and death, briefly gave up his resistance to Si Wuzhen's control.
——This is a conspiracy!
Ba Zunzhen doesn't even need to do anything, he only attracts attention with his "appearance".
At that moment, Si Wuzhen, who had been released from control, was taken away by Xu Xiaoshou, one of the true masters of the battle here.
"Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrow in the world..."
Above the extreme fire domain, Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.
Thinking that he had failed to show off just now, but the Eight Masters were so attractive, he finally curled up his lips and rolled his eyes.
"Hmph, showing off."
You have to be the best at showing off, even if you are not as good as the sky.
He only appeared on stage, said one sentence, and didn't actually do anything, and he attracted so many people's attention.
If you have the passive system, you can walk all the way from Tiansangling Palace to Dongtianwang City, and you will probably reach the full level.
I was full of the desire to complain, but I didn’t forget the real thing.
Xu Xiaoshou grasped the slightest opportunity between life and death.
Stepping on the formation disk, Si Wuzhen was under control again.
This time, the position of the formation eye is extremely clear, and if you reflect the formula in your heart, you can transfer infinite mysteries.
Xu Xiaoshou came to his senses, shouted loudly, and flew into the sky:
"Rao Wangze, what are you looking at? Your opponent is me!"
Three hundred and sixty-five Suppression Monument, nine cores, plus the three treasures on his body - the heart of full illumination, white beads, and flaming python.
This time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer borrowed the Si Wu Formation and simply summoned the power of the Heavenly Ancestor.
Instead, he became one of the formation's eyes, became the holy light, and became part of the Si Wu formation!
"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Everyone heard this roar and looked back.
But with the movement of the Si Wu Formation, Xu Xiaoshou, who was in the sky above the Jue Fire Domain, was drowned by the holy light, and the aura of the Holy Emperor on his body climbed again and again, seemingly without limit.
"He wants to untie Si Wuzhen?"
Dao Qiongtian held the secret of heaven in his hand, and he subconsciously wanted to destroy it, but when he saw the figure outside the Miracle Forest with his peripheral vision, he stopped his movements.
Not only "Ming Yi",
The entry of Ba Zunzhen also put a lot of pressure on him.
Such a person who seems to be defeated can use the cooled black iron sword to cut out a sword energy.
If I were to target Xu Xiaoshou again, what kind of counterattack would Bazun Shui provoke?
——Leaving your back to the enemy is definitely not what a gentleman does.
If not, let him handle the battle of the Holy Emperor himself... Dao Qiongcang thought to himself.
"Xu Xiaoshou."
At the top of the Jueji Fire Realm, the Wanze Holy Emperor whispered softly, as if he had remembered the name.
He didn't say much about the operation of the Si Wu Formation or the changes in the Holy Emperor's aura on Xu Xiaoshou's body.
This shadowy figure slowly raised his hand.
"boom!"
The storm is gathering, and the sky is pointing down again.
Different from besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao on the Ladder of Heaven, this time the Holy Emperor of Vanity enters the scene to defeat the enemy.
The power of Tian Qing's finger was even greater than the previous strike.
However, Xu Xiaoshou flew into the air, but there were still two guardians in front of him.
"Xu Xiaoshou, let it bloom to your heart's content! Leave the rest to me..."
Mei Jiren only glanced high in the sky and then looked back.
He flicked his sleeves and robes, with a serious intent to kill, and hung the Taicheng sword upside down on his chest. He no longer had the kind-hearted look on his face like a teacher, only the sharp edge of an unsheathed sword was revealed.
Facing Tianqing's finger, the old swordsman was not afraid, he muttered something in his mouth, and stroked the sword's body with his sword finger.
At that moment, inch by inch, the Taicheng sword was polished and wiped away like dust.
The red plum blossoms are blooming gracefully, and the sword spirit is fluttering.
"Keng——"
There was a sword cry, and the Void Island trembled.
The fallen red plum blossoms all over the sky touch the blue sky, but the latter stagnates for a moment.
The figure of the Holy Emperor Yingchuo was a little more solid, and he seemed to be more surprised, but he waited quietly for the sword without making a sudden attack.
Soon, the ethereal holy sound from Mei Ji's mouth grew from small to loud, and finally resounded in all directions, flowing in all directions, deafening and enlightening:
"The setting sun dwells in the mountains, and the rising sword breaks the trouble."
"There was a long time ago, and there is a new era."
"Shadows dance in the forest, and ripples burst out from the lake."
"Taicheng is in the sky, red plum blossoms are sighing."
With each sentence he uttered, Mei Jiren's sword spirit increased by one point.
After finishing the four sentences, the old sword master returned to his youth, with a rosy face and mellow breath, as if he had become a feather.
The Taicheng Sword is like drinking strong wine, burning red and hot. The sharp sword intent cuts through the space and Taoism, tearing apart the pressure of the Holy Emperor.
The sword flies into the sky in anger!
"This is……"
At the ruins of Zuiyi Palace, the spiritual mirrors in the eyes of the onlookers were torn apart by sword intent.
But the color of the sword soaring into the sky in the distance can already be seen, so there is no need to look for a roundabout way to watch the battle.
"What's this?!"
"What kind of swordsmanship does Mr. Jiren perform? Why have I never seen it before?"
"That's not right. When he fought against the Divine Envoy of Heaven's Secret before, it was clearly like that and not like this... Why did he suddenly become stronger again! Is this the Ancient Sword Cultivator?"
"Are you stupid? There were rules before that restricted the old sword master from taking action, but now that he has got that mysterious box, he still has to hide it?"
"The Holy Emperor still puts too much pressure on Mr. Ji Ren... Look! The sword and man are united into one! This sword, I'm afraid it's not..."
Dao Qiongcang looked at it with surprise and uncertainty, looking sideways at Rao Yaoyao, as if to confirm something.
Above the void, Rao Yaoyao raised his eyes and took a look.
When she saw Taicheng Sword at this moment, his aura completely coincided with that of Mei herself, she understood the intention of the old sword master.
Holding the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly, Rao Yaoyao's eyes flashed with a trace of envy for no reason.
This is the realm she also pursues!
Following the holy sound, a tranquil sound followed, but it was sonorous, powerful and ringing:
"Taicheng, Tianjie!"
Hee hee hee…
After Taicheng Feitian, Meijiren also climbed up into the sky with a ferocious sword elephant on his back.
The illusory secret formation suddenly exploded, shattering under Taicheng's sword and under Mei's own feet.
The endless storm of sword energy shattered into pieces, and all the water ghosts on one side were thrown away.
"what are you doing?!"
The water ghost was stunned by the explosion, his whole body collapsed and blood flowed out.
He is really confused.
We agreed to protect the Dharma together, but you suddenly started showing off without even telling your teammates...
The name Jian Tianjie is by my side, do you think I can't die quickly enough?
The water ghost didn't want to take action at all, and escaped, leaving the battlefield to Mei's own people.
The famous sword Tianjie, as the name suggests, is the ancient sword cultivator who merges the human sword with his sword to release all the power hidden and self-obstructed in the sword.
In the Holy Continent, the treasures are obscured by the sky, the earth, and themselves.
In particular, the major treasures of fame, nourished by the fame of heaven and earth, have actually become so powerful that they have to be sealed.
However, the ancient methods of sword cultivation are very strange. Some people have specialized in studying not only the sword skills, but the power of the sword itself.
Tianjie aims to activate the characteristics of the famous sword.
The famous swords here are not just the famous sword twenty-one.
It also contains the five great artifacts of Chaos, the nine supreme artifacts, the top ten supernatural weapons, and even the sword among the various artifacts that have been on the major lists but have been lost in the eyes of the world and are included in the monument of relics.
If the sword is the basis, the person is the personality.
The famous sword Tianjie means to clear away the obscurity of the world and let the famous sword be canonized as a saint and a holy emperor.
The specific strength after Tianjie will be determined depends on the degree of compatibility between the person and the sword, as well as the personality of the person and the level of swordsmanship.
The water ghost was afraid and ran away.
That's because he saw with his own eyes the eight famous swordsmen, Tianjie, who had killed him to a bloody head in the battle with him.
There are too few ancient sword cultivators who know this sword style!
But those who can use it without dying are the best among men!
It can be said that all people in the previous era, because of the existence of the Eight Masters, have experienced the various powers of ancient sword cultivators, and naturally they have left a deep mark on them.
At this moment, memories and reality intersect.
After the water ghost escaped, he looked back and realized that the past and the present overlapped. Although they looked different, they actually acted in the same way.
Taicheng sword broke through the air.
Meijiren broke through the air.
The two of them merged into one body in the storm of sword energy and disappeared completely, leaving no trace of their original form.
It was just like in the memory, but in a blink of an eye, a magnificent, ancient, and terrifying scene appeared.
"Wow."
When the sword intent condenses.
I saw the sky darken, the sun set in the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the Void Island, and the golden spots were dyed cyan, all of which were transformed by the sword's intention.
The avenue of time is returning, the azure finger is retreating, the world is returning to ancient times, just like entering the prehistoric times, the sun wheel reappears, and time returns.
Everything returns to its original state. The shadow of a sword leaps out of the ancient forest, causing ripples in the lake. It was just a point at first, but as it moved across the sky, the shadow of the sword turned into an ancient giant city.
That's the Taicheng Sword!
Its body condenses the original world!
Too high, too big, too long, too ancient; the city is for people, for the world, for the world, and for the present!
Taicheng Tianjie, transformed into the image of Taicheng, greets the sky with a finger.
Mei Jiren was only canonized for the first time.
But at this moment, he perfectly explained Gu Jianxiu's abnormal combat power, which cannot be judged by his realm.
When the shadow of the Void City only hit Tian Qing's finger, the ferocious ancient giant seemed to be awakened in the city and stood up with his sword, only half of his body was exposed.
That is an almost infinitely large sword elephant!
Thousands of swords are worshiping on its head, the world around him is dusty, and his hands are holding Qingwu... It fills the sky of the entire Void Island!
Its lower body cannot be seen, but its waist is the ancient city, which is the strongest defense!
Tian Qing's finger could not even shake Taicheng's image too much. The ferocious sword elephant's Qing Wu Er sword in his hand had crossed and slashed across the air.
"Rumble--"
The Holy Emperor pointed his finger, and the sword energy was shattered from his fingertips, exploding into rays of light that filled the sky, flowing with brilliant colors.
"Oh My God……"
This sword made everyone's hearts tremble with fear.
The water ghost fell into silence outside the battlefield in the Juehu Fire Domain. Even he was not confident that he could take the sword by force.
This is the ancient sword cultivator!
This is Meijiren!
Its frontal combat power makes even the semi-saints of the Mysteries fear and frighten away from it.
Rao Yaoyao closed her eyes slightly at high altitude and clutched Xuan Cang tightly.
The divine sword Xuan Cang let out a low whimper. After all, it was not a good match for its current owner.
It also chose another master because it longed for such a state.
It has competed with Fierce Sword in four places, but at this moment, it does not dare to compete with Tianjie Taicheng.
At this moment of light, even if the five great artifacts of chaos gather together, they will be led by Yaotaicheng!
Outside the Forest of Miracles, the Eight Masters had already set their pace and looked far away, but could not see much clearly.
He has long been used to seeing the world marvel at the famous sword Tianjie.
After just one glance, he looked back without any hesitation and smiled lowly:
"Chaos was born in Taicheng, and it was given to the sword-crazy man, not for fame, but for pure roots... It's a pity that my husband is not an old man, and he and Taicheng sword are not a perfect match after all."
"Fortunately, Taicheng's sword intention is still able to respond to him, but he can respond so reluctantly."
"Oh, I just hope that if I force the famous sword Tianjie, there won't be much damage afterwards."
Bazun sighed and continued to move forward, feeling a little more troubled for no reason.
Is it really that difficult?
Exhausting the fire domain, Taicheng's image broke through Tianqing's finger, and he pursued and attacked the shadowy figure in the distance.
Now that things have happened, even the arrogant Holy Emperor has to be cautious.
It is true that he could see that if Mei Jiren used this method forcefully, it would be damaged later.
But there will be a future, and there is no doubt about the power of Taicheng Tianjie at the moment.
Under the gaze of everyone, the figure of the Wanze Holy Emperor faded away, solidified little by little, and finally turned into a tall man's figure that was refined from the world.
His facial features were still moldy, obviously taking into account the life and death that mortals have to go through to meet the saints, but when everyone looked at them, they could still see a hint of amusement in his moldy expression: