A few strands of residual clouds shine through the haze of the ghost Buddha world.
When you sway through the sea of swords and land on the boundless white snow, the mountains are covered with murmurs and branches are stained with sadness.
"rustle……"
The sound of the wind remains, the sound of the snow remains.
The sword ancestor left, Gu, Xiao, and tears were also taken away.
Looking up, there were only two solemn figures left above the void, with aura as bleak as the cold winter.
The sky is like a large upside-down bowl, protecting the countless people inside the bowl, and also covering the scenery outside the bowl.
So everything becomes unknown.
Humans are spiritual animals and are born to predict dangers.
Even if I don’t know what the general situation is now, I have no idea that I can turn my head. I blinked and looked at the two ancient sword cultivators in the void for no reason.
Everyone around the mountain felt cold and unconsciously took a few steps back, giving up a large area of battlefield space.
The matchmaker grabbed the golden apricot and felt uncomfortable.
She frowned and murmured to herself and to the tens of millions of apricots in the preaching scene:
"I feel that the rain has arrived..."
Buzz!
I just blurted out the words.
The sea of swords in the void was roaring and trembling. Tens of thousands of swords spread out to both sides in the shape of two wings.
Eight priests walked out of the blank sword stream slowly, and the solemn expression on their face gradually returned to normal, and finally became a long sigh:
"The past style is gone now, red, pink, fat, flesh, skeleton bones."
"Brother Hua, I looked up to the Sword Ancestor and also to the Sword Twenty-one. The so-called 'true fortune' was a joke."
He raised his palm.
The sound of chanting in the sea of swords was heard.
In addition to the ghost hunting in Hua Changdeng's hand, the remaining famous swords, including Yue Lian who lost his master, and the magical scepter that had penetrated into the past...
Return all of them!
Twenty swords, twisting and turning around the eight monks, make people look heroic and extraordinary.
The eight Zun An raised his head and looked forward. His black hair was flying, his sword was scattered, and the sword of the same name was twenty swirling and spitting, and his momentum became higher and higher.
“Buzz buzz…”
The sword thought was born from the famous sword and flowed into the body of the Eight Masters. After the eight masters grew warm and strengthened, it flowed back to the body of the famous sword.
It repeats itself.
The famous sword is like fading dust, and the light is even more intense.
The eight masters are as good as being out of the sheath, and their fighting spirit is rising step by step.
Not long after, when the wind and snow in Lingyu Mountain were storming, thousands of swords in the sea of swords like spreading their wings behind them buzzed, and they shot out brilliant silver lights, all of which were accepted by the eight masters.
"Immortal Sword Body..."
Hua Changdeng knew at a glance that the hole that the eight monks had missing thirty years ago had been perfectly completed thirty years later.
And just as the opposite said, he could see that the famous sword twenty-one pointed to the mysterious and wonderful point, which was not only that.
Finally, a sword ancestor popped up, but suppressed the real "original fortune".
From this we can see that the ones above are not that they step on the shoulders of giants to verify whether kendo is feasible.
They can only live one Gu they raise.
And if you can't walk out of a new path, you will still die in the end.
Although letting aside the true nature of the Twenty-One Famous Swords, he and the Eighth and the other ones can continue to discuss the Tao, determine the level of the high and low, and create a spark when they collided.
But……
Is there still time?
Hua Changdeng rubbed the sword jade in his hand, shook his head silently, hid it carefully, and put it in his arms.
No time left!
Going to the sword tower is to die.
Waiting for death is also a matter of waiting.
When the Third Patriarch loses patience or finds a gap to descend to the five realms, if the achievements are not achieved, they will all become nothing.
There is only one way left.
war!
If you use war to raise your sword and use sword to support others, you will not be able to be called a god and ancestor, and you will die and die!
rumble……
Lingyu Mountain shook slightly, the wind and snow rolled, and everyone was shocked to retreat again and again.
The eight masters are familiar with the situation.
Hua Changdeng also pulled out the ghost hunting.
The two of them competed in one fell swoop, and for the world, they only gave one message.
There is no need to worry about where Xiao Xiao is going, and there is no need to look at the situation outside the bowl. Just focus on the front of you and only look at the evening.
"Here you..."
The matchmaker grabbed Jin Xing, stepped on her slender legs, and ran backwards while shouting excitedly: "It's going to fight!"
The cultivators of Lingyu Mountain immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
Everyone wanted to put on wings, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the battle.
It was not until this time that everyone realized that they were getting too close.
This is a good distance to watch the battle, but it is okay to discuss the truth.
When the two of them really fight, the aftermath of the collision of momentum can almost destroy people's minds.
"run!"
"Run to the mountain!"
"The sky cannot be waited, I guess it will be crushed with one blow..."
So rational.
Everyone ran and were hot.
It’s OK to break it, just fight. If you open the mysterious and unable to see the so-called scenery behind the door of the Sword Ancestor, these two people may not be able to give people a higher inspiration.
"Brush!"
Above the sky, the sword thoughts were swallowed and spitted, and it had become a fierce momentum.
The eight masters who are hundreds of feet apart and expand outward are the real silver light sword thoughts.
After a glance, my heart was terrified.
There is a sense of explosive power that you can't hold on for the next breath and others will explode.
But even so, tens of thousands of swords in the sea of swords, and the surging sword energy was still injected into the eight Zou An's body, and they pushed the sword thought field out step by step, as if there was no limit.
Hundred feet...
Three hundred feet...
Five hundred feet...
The Eighth Sword Immortal is no longer the Eighth Sword Immortal. He has become a bottomless pit and is trying to provoke himself?
"There is no result to seek outside, and everything should be sought inside."
"Brother Hua, the mystery of the Sword Ancestor cannot be demonstrated for you. My hidden sword technique may also give you three points of inspiration..."
The eight monks' eyes burst out with dazzling sword light.
When all the sword power was contained in the body, the clear sound came from the throat, but it was like a weapon was born into an iron furnace, and it was extremely sonorous:
"Ten Thousand Swords, Return to One!"
With a sound of rest, my sleeves were raised, and the sea of swords buzzed and rioted.
It is no longer limited to the sword energy and the nourishment of sword thoughts. Tens of thousands of swords are all sweeping through the sky. The point of the sword tip is the eight masters.
"No..."
Everyone in the Five Realms widened their eyes and looked at the next scene in disbelief.
The tens of thousands of swords that covered the sky and the sun were actually real and pierced towards the Eight Zou An.
It seems that it is not that the swords of thousands come back, but that the swords of thousands penetrate the heart!
"Swish swish swish!"
The world is dead silent, and only the sound of endless spiritual swords breaking through the air.
A terrifying thing happened. When the first sword pierced into the body of Eight Zunsan, no blood was splashed.
The sword is like a sheath.
The eight masters are the sheaths.
The spirit sword stabbed into the chest and hid it.
"Tibetan……"
Hua Changdeng lifted the hunting ghosts in a diagonal manner, but her face was unmoved, but she felt awe in her heart.
The hidden sword technique is hidden to this point, not just hidden?
This guy intends to use the immortal sword body to the extreme, use the names of thousands of swords and famous swords to the extreme, and all belong to him, "I"!
Brush brush...
One after another, one after another.
An eight-foot-foot man has taken thousands of swords.
Just counting breaths, the sea of swords that covered the sky and the sun, and tens of thousands of swords were all eaten by the eight immortal sword bodies.
His body was not bloated because of this.
His body and spirit did not change because of this.
The only thing that changes is the sword thought field around you, which expands from hundreds of feet to thousands of miles!
"Wow!"
The sword thought field follows the convergence.
This was like it could not be compressed, and the violent energy externalized from the outside was actually taken into the body by Ba Zunan in a moment.
The snow on Lingyu Mountain is frozen in the air.
The cultivators of the Five Realms opened their mouths wide and were dumbfounded.
For example, Gou Wuyue, Xiao Kongtong and others retreated to Fusangcheng and other places, watching from afar, making their scalp numb:
"Is this... hide the sword technique?"
Others have hidden sword power and sword power. The eight masters can really "hide sword" with all their strength?
Thousands of people are empty.
The number of people in various Jinxingdao has increased dramatically.
Almost everyone in the Holy Spirit Continent ended the matter at hand and gathered in front of a small golden bead, and they were shocked.
From the perspective of the world, the only thing that can remain unchanged is the long lamp standing on the other side in the battle situation.
"not enough."
Hua Changlan's fingertips rubbed the ghost hunting.
The ghost hunting sounded buzzing, and there was a faint light among the potholes and cracks on it, which radiated the soul and blew the sound of "whimpering" and howled.
The swords are all gone.
The eight masters know the power and swallow thousands of miles.
Hua Changdeng only raised her eyebrows, and when she glanced over, her chin shook slightly, and the sound of her constant voice spread thousands of miles:
"Eight masters are not enough."
Isn't this enough?
The five realms are as stupid as a wooden chicken, and I don’t know if Emperor Hua Sheng is confident or arrogant?
The eighth sword immortal is so powerful. If he slashes out a sword and tests everyone in the world, who can stop it?
Can Gou Wuyue stop it?
If you are a person, your only choice is to retreat!
"Brother Hua, don't worry."
Above the void, the eight masters smiled.
Ten thousand swords swallowed by the sea of swords, Xuan Cang and Chasing the Moon.
The sword power nourishes, and when someone comes, it can make the Taoist rhyme rise, the spirit reaches the blessing realm, and you don’t know what you think or what you say. The Eight Masters can still keep their mind clear.
After saying that, he summoned the famous sword's hand, covered his palm and pressed it down gently.
"Come again!"
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This time, the famous sword 20 jumped into the air.
Eight Zun An raised his head and opened his mouth, and twenty swords turned into beams of light, entering his throat one by one, and were swallowed into his stomach.
"This is……"
The visitors from the five domains were moved at the same time.
But when one of the famous swords entered the abdomen, the eight masters' bodies cracked and bloodless light splashed out, a sword thought oozed out.
The sword thought was as thin as a cicada's wing, about three feet long, and it slashed out from its right shoulder. Wherever it went, the space was like paper, and the way was like hair, and it was easily cut through.
When it penetrates the clouds and sky, its castration momentum will not decrease at all, and it will have the potential to go straight out of this world and kill the three ancestors outside the country.
call out!
But in the blink of an eye, the sword thought was like a flying bone, and it turned from the sky, from the gap on the eight masters' shoulders, and returned to the body.
At the same time.
In all parts of the five realms, any spiritual refiner, regardless of whether he was watching the battle, felt that his body sank and his knees could not bend.
The heart was like a heavy stone hanging on it, falling down hard.
The body feels overwhelmed.
"Dong."
It is as heavy as a drum sound, and the Tao sound is muffled.
Everyone was stunned and blood burst out from their seven orifices, and almost fainted on the spot.
Take this wave and look at Lingyu Mountain again.
The eight Zun An, who had just swallowed the wounded sword and tears of sadness without swords, had a shackle on his body, and the scene was particularly familiar.
Soon, someone remembered it and screamed: "This is very similar to Emperor Cangsheng's...!"
Yes, it's very similar.
A word woke up the dreamer and everyone remembered it.
When he was beaten by the emperor half a year ago, the latter's art of prison was restricted by multiple sections, leaving an indelible impression on the world.
The last arrow, which is powerful and powerful, aims to move up and down the ladder, trying to take away all those who are in a high state.
The magic sword technique that Su Ye could not resist being better than the chess and used in advance ended his last dream before the fall of Ai Xiang.
Is the prison limit of the God of the Celestial Emperor's Art, so is it weak?
No!
Everyone knows that if the arrow is shot out, the master may not be able to avoid the edge.
Now, the eight masters swallowed the swords of thousands of swords and then killed the sword. The body of a mortal, as they were as good as the ancestor god, actually stirred up such shackles.
"What's the matter..."
Gou Wuyue frowned. This hidden sword technique was a bit too much.
Even he couldn't understand the realm that the eight masters are familiar with now. This is no longer the category of sword art and unsheathed sword in ancient swords.
The eight masters who knew the secrets clearly used the art of loving the people and imprisoning the limits. He also "borrowed hundreds of schools and united one person"!
Dong.
The second muffled drum sounded, and the beast sword was madly engraved with swords.
The eight Zun An remained motionless, and three wounds were cracked on his body. Jian Nian was leaked and then returned.
"This sword thought alone is not under the power of the sword that Wuyue Sword Immortal blocked Hua Changdeng before!" Someone was even more shocked when he measured the power.
Dong.
Dongdong.
Dongdongdongdongdong.
The louder the drum sound, the faster the famous sword enters the throat.
Fei Yi, Li Yue in the wine, Qing Scale Ridge, Double Needle, Tomb City Snow, Ghost Round Sorrow, Yan Python...
Just like the sound of snare drums before the two armies confronted each other on the battlefield, everyone heard the roar of their hearts and their blood was pouring back, and their eyes were shaking, making them blood red.
Ten wounds were cracked on Bazun's body.
Then there were fifty places, one hundred places, covered in bruises...
The Tao chain is originally slender and brilliant.
It quickly became thick, matte, depressing, compressing endless energy inside...
But even so, if you love the people's art of prison, and when multiple sections are opened, the space where the power leaks out will explode is different.
The eight masters are familiar with the void and smile.
The space around him was completely unharmed except for the sword thought that was leaked from his body.
The strength is as good as this.
Manipulation is also amazing.
The so-called "hiding" is really "hiding", and I will not let go of a single trace!
"Gu."
When Yue Lian, who was the first in the famous sword list, also entered his throat, the eight masters were covered with wounds, and the sword thoughts were splattering everywhere, and the flowers were dazzling.
But he could still retract all the sword thoughts of leaking, let them take them out of the wounds on his body, and heal the wounds at the same time.
"His body..."
The cultivators of the five realms dare not imagine it.
How terrifying is it to be such a number of swords and such a famous swords hidden in your body?
Not to mention that the Eight Masters are familiar with the skills of watching swords. He is always sucking and spitting swords with thousands of swords, and always strengthening the strength in his body.
He looks like he is already very strong.
But every breath he passed, he was several times stronger than before.
If such a person had been standing opposite him, he would have been afraid that he would have kneeled down directly, Hua Changdeng...
The preaching picture is frozen on the opposite Holy Emperor.
The eyes of the long lamp are closed, and it is indeed a little more calm. As soon as the words are spoken, it is light and light:
"It's still not enough."
The eight masters knew the response and took a step forward.
After a sound of horror, all sounds were silent, the wind and snow of the Lingyu stopped in the void, and the chains around the eight masters collapsed silently...
Everyone's pupils are dilated.
But I found that there was no energy leakage at all.
The collapsed power of the Taoist chain shackles was inserted into the immortal sword body by the eight masters in one breath.
“Isn’t it enough?”
The corners of the eight lip were lifted.
Hua Changdeng's eyelids finally twitched.
After the dead silence of Lingyu, dark clouds gathered in the nine heavens, and the first thunder shone through the dead silence.
"layer……"
"Two layers..."
“Three layers…”
Boom!
The three levels of disaster clouds rise one after another.
The spirit refiner in the fifth domain was in a turmoil. The holy tribulation, the emperor tribulation, and the last layer was the one who was named the gods and called the ancestors... the ancestor god tribulation?!
Hua Changdeng: "Not enough."
Eight Zun An lowered his head and smiled.
After laughing, he jumped up and jumped to the sky.
Outside the crack in the time state, the coffin under the tower, the phantom of the big world locust, and the purple pupil beads were shocked at the same time, and the sound of a sudden sound was lost:
"color!"
The Third Ancestor was excited.
Because they all saw that a colorful mysterious door with a brilliant charm suddenly opened on the plane of the Holy Spirit Continent.
The door opens, and a sword penetrates the clouds.
The sword is one foot high in the sky and breaks through the third level of the Tribulation Cloud.
On the plane, a huge figure in white clothes rose up at the same time, with a dignified appearance and a magnificent look, almost comparable to the ancestor god.
"Xuzu Transformation..."
The Demon Ancestor is gentle, this is the image of the transformation of the Eight Masters!
He is waiting.
He waited.
This young man did not disappoint!
However, in just a moment, the image of the transformation of the Xuzu Ancestor was merged and merged, and the mysterious door and door opened up a strange scene, and then the connection was carried out.
The Eight Lords fell back to their original place.
The three flowers of the catastrophe clouds on the top of their heads were barely condensed and were swallowed into their stomachs in one mouthful.
"Hehe!"
At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, the black chicken in Yu Zhiwen's arms widened her eyes, poked her head out, stepped on her chest, and couldn't help but stand up.
How can I hold it in such a way? Eight Masters are so angry...
The wind and snow of Lingyu fell again.
The third level of holy tribulation, the image of the transformation of the Void Ancestor, failed to make the power out of control, and even the snowflakes no longer aroused.
The eight masters stepped on the void, and their feet were rippling lightly. They saw the wall three feet away and returned to their shoes.
He smiled slightly and said lightly:
"Brother Hua, how about now?"
Hua Changdeng took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and the ghost hunting chanted for a long time. The unchanging voice finally changed: