As soon as the eight masters of this place finished their voices.
Twenty black light columns on the opposite side were blown up together, obviously not holding this in your ears at all.
In the Yin Cao of the Divine Court, who is the person who is talking about it? How can the generals not know?
The Lord of the Ten Palaces of Hell was the first to snatch the sky.
In just a moment, the black waves shattered, and the figure on the spot turned into a afterimage. When it appeared again, it had already mastered the bone dragon and brought heavy troops to the eight masters.
The body hundreds of feet high, the black armor held by the power of the ancestral source, was a long sword, heavy hammer, and double axe that swung through the Taoist throne through the air...
Unreserved, venting the beauty of strength to the fullest!
“Exactly the same…”
There was fluctuation in Xiao Kongtong's eyes.
Once upon a time, he was attacked by the ten palaces of the Lord of the Yan under Hua Changdeng.
Even if he tried all his strength and solved the Kongtong Wuxiangjian Tianjie, he was forced to the end of his journey.
In the end, the remaining strength could not withstand the three swords of Hua Changdeng, and almost died.
At that time, the Lord of the Ten Palaces of Hell only saw what he saw in the "past". He was not yet mature, and he was not the original body, and he had never obtained the increase in the power of the underworld, the power of the god of death, etc.
It can be said that what he faced at that time was not as powerful as the ten palace masters whom he saw now.
What the teacher wants to fight is not only the Ten Palace Masters of the Palace who reach the level of the Holy Emperor after the increase.
Putting aside these ten holy emperors, there are ten holy emperors who are closely following!
"Can you do it...?"
As his own person, Xiao Kongtong doesn’t know what trump card his teacher Bazunan has.
He had no other way but to believe.
After all, from the beginning to the end, except for the Great Buddha's slash, the eight teachers knew that the only ones who had used these generals in the underworld had only ten sword fingers.
"It will definitely do it!"
...
"The power is good."
“The speed is OK.”
The black hammer head, which was a hundred times bigger than the Sky Hammer, hit him against his face. Ba Zun An shook his head slightly, "It's a pity that the use of combat consciousness and skills is incredible."
The body of the Holy Emperor, the power of the ancestral source.
A blow of such a magnitude is not inferior to that of the gods in the heavenly way.
Looking at the entire ancient sword cultivation world, there is probably no other person except Xu Xiaoshou, and his eight masters are no exception.
Of course, it is too delusional to use the same trick again and use ten sword fingers to deal with the Lord of the Ten Palaces of Yan.
It's time to move the sword...
"Crazy Eagle."
Eight masters shouted softly and held their fingertips.
As the sound of the sound was heard, the sword thoughts flowing with thunder swept out from the palm of the palm, showing a three-foot sword full of murderous aura.
On both sides of the sword body, the frost, cold and black eyes reflected on the other side, and the evil Lord Yan.
"It's moving, the Eighth Sword Immortal has moved the famous sword!"
"This is the first time except for the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword just now, but why did you choose the Crazy Diao Sword? This sword ranks only twenty, right?"
"It is a famous sword! And it is different from the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword. The Crazy Carved Sword entangles the sword thoughts, and you can fight against the power of the ancestral source!"
"Look! The Crazy Diao Jian is so excited that he is crazy. Is this the feeling of being selected..."
The only ones who were excited about the five realms were outsiders who watched the battle through the palm and apricot screen were shivering in Fengdu.
"run!"
"Eight Zun An goes forward, the area behind him is absolutely safe."
"If you go to the rear of the battlefield, you may be spared..."
The large army began to retreat.
While retreating, spiritual thoughts and holy thoughts were still on the battlefield, and they refused to miss the battle situation.
It is true that the second generation has a thorough understanding of the spirit at the level of "quality" and can be comparable to the power of the ancestral god.
However, the eight masters only hid their swords for thirty years, and the "quantity" of the sword thoughts they cultivated was even more vast, which was much inferior to the nourishment of the Shenting Yin Cao for billions of years.
But there is one thing that everyone in the world knows about the five realms.
Ancient sword cultivators have no upper limit, and their explosive power can never be quantified.
Moreover, the "Eighth Sword Immortal" holds the "famous sword". The two are pieced together, which easily reminds people of the battle between the ten thrones. When someone's eyes were cleared by the sky...
boom!
The sledgehammer shattered the space without hesitation.
The long sword, double axe, giant sword, etc. that followed immediately slashed directly at Ba Zun'an, which made people frightened.
"Die, dead?"
But what was broken in place, as if it were carefully looked, was just a flying shadow of flowers.
The illusion of fantasy swordsmanship!
The space that the Ten Palace Lord Yan burst out with force waves was pushed away, and several huge black and golden feathers could be seen vaguely.
It seems to be hammered.
It also seems to have withered before taking off.
what happened?
Not to mention the people watching the battle, the Lord of the Ten Palaces was also stunned by himself, and they actually lost their target of attack.
Before everyone could react to what happened on the battlefield, the ten cities in the underworld were swaying swords and singing melodious songs:
"I am the most numerous birds, and all things fear me."
"The upper road is crazy to weave feathers, and the dragon is cut in this world."
This sound came, calm and calm, falling into everyone's ears, but it was like spring thunder on the ground.
Because the end of this sword word is a decisive four-character syllable:
"Crazy Eagle·Tianjie."
Trench—
The high-pitched chants rose out of nowhere, and the scenes of the various schools of preaching the apricots can also make the observer burst into blood in the seven orifices.
Force penetrated?
No! If you can't break the preaching picture, you can't even penetrate the shackles between the underworld and the world.
But the most extremely crazy "intention" of the Crazy Diao Sword is, even if the palm can only simulate one or two, it is enough to whistle through the eardrums of the people in the five realms.
A huge crack broke into the void, and a pair of fierce golden eagles were poked out from it, without waiting for everyone to see what it was...
Is it the Crazy Eagle Sword Heavenly Essence Image, the Black Gold Crazy Eagle's Eye?
Or did Bazunan do something else, because of his best magic sword technique, and he had other plans?
Disappeared!
That thing appears and disappears in an instant, and it is extremely crazy!
"It's the Crazy Eagle, the Crazy Eagle of Black Gold!"
The huge sculpture flashed away, and his claws had already grabbed the Lord Yan who was holding the hammer on his head, broke through the air, and flew around in the underworld for more than a dozen times, happily and despairingly.
The vast and vast shade is vast, but at the speed of the black and golden carved beast, it looks as small as a bird cage, and it is not enough to enjoy it.
After ten rounds of a flash, even the Holy Emperor could not catch up with its speed, let alone the outsiders.
"What..."
Is this sword technique?
This sword is not a serious sword, right?
Tenth Hall... The Lord of the Ninth Hall was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. The Lord of the Hammer Hall was gone!
"No, I have to!"
In just a few rounds, the bone dragon under the seat of Master Yan was torn to pieces, and the black armor on his body was torn to pieces.
The hammer shining with the power of the God of Death was thrown up and torn apart at some point, and his whole body was also bloody and no longer as powerful as before.
meaning!
This is actually in the underworld, in this place where the Lord of the Hammer Palace reverses the Lord of the Hammer Palace into a "mind" form, attacks through it from its weakest point, and wants to kill it.
The Crazy Eagle Sword, the ultimate "crazy" meaning, completely crushed the level of enlightenment of the Taoist Lord of the Ten Palaces after the eight masters of An An's hands, and reached the level of super-Tao Dao in a short period of time.
The Lord of the Nine Palaces, each of them looked shocked.
But we can't ignore it, the lessons of the past and the army of the later cars, they don't want the next target of the Black Gold Crazy Eagle to be targeted by them, and they are also torn apart.
“Stop it!”
Just got up in the air.
The speedy Nine Palace Yan Lord moved.
The black and gold mad eagle went around the underworld ten times, and finally hovered in the sky, with its body fixed, and its wings wide open.
"Cry——"
With a sharp roar, the black and gold feathers on his body shot down tens of thousands of sharp lights like a sharp sword.
"Ha! Kunpeng and Wushang have been injured, let alone you are just ordinary birds?"
Master Yan, who was carrying a long sword, took the lead in controlling the bone dragon, pushed the blade forward, and blocked the black gold eagle feather, and then changed its power and slashed out.
"Boom boom boom!"
The black gold feather is not Fan Yu.
Each piece contains the true blue light of Mo Jian Technique. It is infinitely numerous with the Nine Sword Technique. It can block it and shoot it in pieces. For a short period of time, even the Lord of the Nine Palace can't handle it, let alone make moves?
"Press, press and hit?"
"Can the Holy Emperor even fight?"
Seeing the Black Gold Feather Storm, he suppressed the Lord of the Nine Palaces, which made the nine people unable to move forward, but also retreated step by step.
Xiao Kongtong's hair suddenly rose slightly.
The Nine Palace Master Yan is still strong and his speed is still good, but his combat awareness and technical use are poor.
The teacher said at that time that he thought it was just a minor problem.
He didn't expect that the teacher Bazun was so "unbearable". He caught these loopholes, so he didn't even have a chance to make a move?
"No, let it go?"
"Where is the power of the God of Death? It's even stronger than God. Are you being beaten?"
In the golden apricot scene, the apricots outside were all happy to watch.
It turns out that the clamor in front of them was so powerful that the eighth sword immortal, the Crazy Eagle Sword Heaven, could not withstand it.
What are the remaining nineteen swords?
What do they take to beat?
Do you have to be stubborn with that dead duck?
The two black and white evil spirits also shocked the eight Zunsen An. Fortunately, the two were still behind and were not allowed to escape under the storm of the Black Gold Feather Qinghe Sword Realm.
"End it."
Immediately, I looked at each other, and a hook and sickle in my hand, shouting for a long time:
"Fengdu limit order·Binding method!"
The cross-hook sickle bloomed with a magnificent green light, and the Shenting Yin came into a burst, and the thick chains of Taoist sects were shot out from all directions.
The chain was tangled and intertwined, turning into a big net, tied to the black gold mad carving.
"Cry——"
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The Crazy Eagle is really crazy.
Its claws grabbed the Lord of the Hammer Palace who was still fighting stubbornly, and had no idea to tear it apart, because the power of heavenly resolving in its body was only a moment.
The Eight Lords only gave it a flash of light.
Its mission has ended.
Before the big net arrived, the Black Gold Crazy Eagle stopped the sword feather storm to suppress it, and it was another crazy raging half a circle of the underworld. With a long roar, the claws were torn.
"Bang!"
The Lord of the Hammer Palace was torn into two pieces on the spot, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Jian Nian shot wildly between his wounds, and it turned out that he had already pounded the internal organs in his body and had no chance of resurrection.
The dark fog exploded and fell down again.
Finally, it disappears into nothing.
"Die, dead?"
Everyone in the Five Realms was stunned.
With just one encounter, the Lord Yan, whose combat power is comparable to that of the Holy Emperor, was torn apart alive?
It hasn't even started to play yet?
"Hehe!"
Yu Zhiwen cried twice in his arms, not under the kirin I tore in my hand.
Looking up.
The Dao Chain Network is bound and tied to the void.
The black gold mad eagle took a step forward, her eyes reluctantly, and turned into a phantom and disappeared.
"boom!"
The Taoist chains thrust, but failed to tie the Crazy Eagle Sword.
Similarly, the eight masters who combine human and sword actually turned into petals and disappeared in the midst of the roar.
Not restrained?!
The black and white evil spirits were stunned and suddenly looked back to the original position when the war began.
But when the place where the Lord of the Nine Palace was shrunk by Hei Yu, the Eight Lords stood there quietly, and it turned out that they had never taken a step back from beginning to end.
"Phantom sword technique?"
It's no longer important whether it's fantasy or not.
When everyone glanced at him, they saw the crazy eagle sword in his hand flowing back to his body, flipping his hands and gently pressing forward.
Everything is silent.
I was crazy just now, as if it was all an illusion.
After the figure in white clothes, he followed his movements and showed a sword wheel with a silver sword thought.
The sword wheel is three quarters round, floating like a halo behind the eight priests. The wheel has nine holes, and something seems to be missing on it.
"Sword Wheel?!"
The fourth sword tomb of the burial sword...the third son was in the position of the Nine Swordsman Gu Qing'er's body was shocked.
He is so familiar with the sword wheel.
Almost every ancient sword cultivator who majors in the Nine Swords technique will raise this. The sword wheel has the power to nourish itself, even if you don’t know how to watch swordsmanship.
Every sword inserted into the sword wheel can be nourished when practicing the Nine Swords. Over time, when the nine swords are sing together and the magical power is achieved.
Gu Qinger once had a dream.
He dreamed that among the sword wheels he raised, one day he would be able to gather nine famous swords.
Now that he is a sword immortal, he has not been able to do his best and has only conquered the stunning evil spirit on the second-tier sword list.
The eight masters know the sword wheel...
There are nine holes on the sword wheel...
After seeing the thing clearly, not only Gu Qing Er, but also the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms, but even the black and white evil spirits and other faces turned a little green.
With a crazy eagle sword, you can instantly kill the Lord of Yan.
If he had made nine swords for him, wouldn’t he have all died on the spot?
"Les!"
The black and white evil spirits shouted loudly.
The eight strong men with muscles furrowed away without saying a word and punched them straight out.
"collapse!"
There was a bang.
The power waves range from north to south, and eight ghost lights combine forces to penetrate a hole in the "sky" in the underworld of the Shenting.
But the Eight Zun An turned into petals and disappeared.
"here."
When the sound appears and everyone raises their eyes.
The generals of Fengdu who were tricked by the little fantasy swordsmanship only saw the figure in white and appeared behind the black and white evil spirits.
"?"
The black and white evil spirits turned their heads.
The black and white evil spirits escaped blood at the same time and retreated to the judge's coffin.
They are not the close-killer Yan and the strong man, but the long-range commander of the underworld, and the mage.
Eight Zun An smiled softly, as if he hadn't planned to target them so quickly from beginning to end.
"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng..."
Behind it, famous swords jumped out from the sword wheel.
First in the middle, then left, then right, continue left, continue right...
After repeated cycles, the stunning demon girl, Zi Tian Zui, the sound of Nu Lan, the sorrow of ghost wheel, pulling the divine staff, listening to the dust, green scales, Li Yue in the wine, and tears of great sorrow without swords.
Slow and rhythmic, like a countdown to death.
"crack!"
Liss pressed his face and punched him.
The eight priests turned into petals and disappeared and appeared on the other side.
"broken!"
The strongman came with the elbow, and then he punched him hard.
The eight masters An Pian were gone and appeared on the other side of the sky again.
"Break!"
Reappearance of the Lix.
Everyone looked like clowns.
They couldn't even touch the corners of the eight monks' clothes.
The speed cannot keep up, the fighting style is single, and the combat awareness is completely crushed... The Holy Emperor, can it be so weak?
The eight strong men are brainless and are still chasing them desperately.
The Lord of the Nine Palaces twitched, and he had the power of death. Even though he got on, they could only hit the cotton.
The black and white evil spirits are conscious and strategic, and they are hooked and sickle and crossed, and the limit order is released again, but they can't even catch the target.
"Oh."
The Eight Lords smiled helplessly and even took the initiative to remove the second world they had not seen so far.
His sword wheel has been developed, and the nine swords inside are excited and ready to go.
He changed his sword to his hand, no longer a crazy eagle, but a gentle breeze.
Spiritual Sword, Qingfeng!
Qingfeng, the spiritual sword on the sixth place on the famous sword list, was raised high by Eight Zun An before the sword wheel lit up.
"Feel you another breeze."
"I can catch it, I will draw the sword wheel again."
"I can't catch it, Brother Hua, I will kill you with one sword."
In front of the two black and white evil spirits, the eight strong men and the Lord of the Nine Palace, the eight masters of Yan quickly and slowly, letting the breeze in their hands be released and letting them fall.
The spirit sword shook, and after landing, it turned into three small blue whirlwinds. The child was tall and big, like a toy, and it looked quite interesting.
The three winds shook and differentiated into nine, and suddenly split into nine world-destroying winds torrents that soared into the sky, tearing apart the underworld and pushing forward!
"The sea of clouds produces a tornado, and it hits the Nine Abyss."
"Shake the fairyland and break the sky of the Bihu."