Inside and outside the Eight Palaces, on a mountaintop far away.
The quiet mountain forest should have been a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly at a certain moment.
"Crash-"
The forest sparrows flew away in fright, and the birds and beasts dispersed in panic.
As the leaves fell from the branches, a large flock of black birds flew out.
Immediately, a horrified cry came from the dense forest.
"Eight! Honor! Acquaintance!"
The fallen leaves returned to the forest, hitting the white-clothed, red-clothed, and gray-clothed people who had not yet been able to put on the white and red clothes, which were supposed to be as calm as piles, causing hundreds of people in the audience to tremble wildly.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal?!"
Everyone was no longer calm, and even their breathing became rapid.
This unit located in the Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eight Palaces is one of the four major control areas of the "Sky Cover".
This group of white-clad, red-clad, and gray-clad Holy Guards from the Holy Temple have the best training.
Even if it comes to the last resort, it is impossible for them to lose their composure and lose all attention to the "Sky Cover".
But when the words of the masked man from the Eighth Palace who was confronting the Moonless Sword Immortal appeared on the light screen in the courtyard, no one could remain calm anymore.
"He, he, he...what did he say? Bazun Shui?!"
"Isn't this the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Shouldn't the Eighth Sword Immortal die?"
"This guy is also one of the fanatics pretending to be the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Are you kidding your mother!"
"ah?!"
The crowd became commotion.
Everyone looked at each other in shock, with disbelief in their eyes.
But in the past, jokes that would have been casually mentioned were said from the mouth of the leader of the Saint Slave. The amount of information was really explosive!
Look at Senior Wuyue's livid face...
Doesn’t this confirm something?
"No!"
"Impossible, how can the Eighth Sword Immortal be still alive?"
"In the past, the eight masters wanted to break through the realm of sword immortals. Hua Changdeng's three swords destroyed all of them. Shouldn't it be that everyone and their souls were torn apart?"
"This, this, this...rebirth from the ashes?"
"Could it be possible? He still has a second life?!"
There are also sword cultivators and fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal among the team of the Holy Temple.
Even if he doesn't show it on weekdays, at this moment, it's like seeing a miracle.
That man is back?
"Quiet!!"
An angry rebuke suppressed the restlessness of the entire audience.
Jiang Bianyan, the master of the branch hall of the Holy Temple in Dongtianwang City, smashed the wooden case into pieces and shouted: "How unbecoming it is to be so noisy!"
Everyone fell silent instantly.
Even if the person in front of you is not the strongest person in the room.
But as the master of the branch hall, and also the master of the branch hall of Dongtianwang City, the power he holds in his hands is not something that everyone present can resist.
What's more, Jiang Bianyan, as the person in charge of the East Corner of the Eight Palaces War, holds the power of life and death.
At this critical point in the war, if there is anyone who does not cause panic in the military, they may be dragged out and killed.
"What's it called?"
"When someone says 'Eight Masters', you all believe it?"
"Look at what this man looks like... how can the Eight Masters be so shabby? You have never seen the Eight Masters, so you should have seen a portrait of the Eight Masters!"
"Each one of these..."
The wild goose by the river waved his hands angrily, as if he was too angry to speak. His right eyelid was twitching wildly, but his hands were still trembling after throwing them away.
"Master Jiang!"
A man in white clothes suddenly stood up from the crowd, holding a sword. He looked extremely excited, and the bright look in his eyes was about to set the entire forest on fire.
"eighth……"
Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Bianyan suddenly turned his head and almost poked his eyebrow through the air with his finger: "You fucking sit down for me!"
"oh."
Bai Yi sat down obediently.
But beyond a few tree stumps, another middle-aged man in red dressed as a swordsman stood up with a spiritual sword on his back.
"Palace Master Jiang..."
"Shut up for me!" Jiang Bianyan moved his finger.
"Well."
The latter reluctantly pursed his lips and returned to the ground.
"Master Jiang!"
"Master Jiang!"
"Palace Master Jiang..."
However, the two people getting up earlier seemed to have caused a chain reaction.
Everyone in white, red, or even gray clothes, as long as they are holding a sword, holding a sword, or carrying a sword on their backs, who can still sit still after hearing the three words "Eight Masters"?
All these people stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to a chaotic state.
"Rebellion, right?"
Jiangbian Yan shouted loudly and flew directly into the sky: "I am the throne, so I can't suppress you, right?"
He took out a token with his backhand and volleyed it into the ground.
There was a "clang" sound.
The huge boulders on the ground were nailed to pieces, and the harsh sound made everyone's lips and tongues tighten. All kinds of words were stuck in their throats, making them choked and uncomfortable.
"Quiet, understand?"
The wild geese on the riverside looked a little red.
He pressed his right eyelid, which was beating wildly, as if he wanted to flatten it.
However, as soon as he let go of his hand, his eyelids started to jump involuntarily.
He gave up and threatened: "Whoever dares to say more, I won't say anything more, just get out of Wuming Mountain."
The wild goose by the river fluttered his sleeves and robe, and his figure landed on the ground.
After a pause, he began to bend over to the place where the smashed wooden case was and groped for something.
"This is more exciting than us..."
A swordsman in white couldn't help but muttered a few words in a low voice, "If it weren't for the Eighth Sword Immortal, how could he be so excited?"
"Who is speaking!"
Jiangbian Yan stuck his butt out and turned his head, his face turned red as if a demon had descended, and he had a ferocious look on his face.
"Shh."
To be continued...