The masked man just shook his head repeatedly, raised his two fingers, and drew a line in the void.
The sword finger swam across and the space was broken.
"Is this considered a sword seal?" he asked rhetorically.
"This is just sword energy." Gou Wuyue's voice was low.
"What about this?"
The masked man took out a snow-white giant sword with his backhand and slashed it in the void.
This time the sword energy tore open the space and directly separated the two sides, as if cutting this place into two realms.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at him from behind and felt a toothache.
This is the sword of Su Qianqian, named Chengxue.
Why did this ghost have the nerve to bring it out?
Oh, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal and the Eight Masters, so that’s okay...
Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed and she spoke again: "This is not your sword."
"What about my sword?"
The masked man spread his hands and threw the tomb name Chengxue back into the space ring.
Xu Xiaoshou was listening from behind and subconsciously wanted to hand over the four swords in his hand, but suddenly he felt that white sword energy exploded in his body.
He was pinned by the sword energy!
"Damn the Eight Masters, just wait for me. When I get stronger, I won't care if you are Tomb Ming Chengxue or you." Xu Xiaoshou cursed.
The masked man did all this in secret, his expression completely unmoved.
He stared at Gou Wuyue and said, "My sword is in your hand. Do you dare to take it over and let me try it?"
"Buzz——"
Nulan's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed to be moved.
Gou Wuyue tightened the sword in her palm and said coldly: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. Are you taking another path?"
"road?"
The masked man smiled softly: "I am indeed taking another path."
He said, waving his hand.
"gone."
After saying that, he took another step forward, treating Gou Wuyue as nothing but air, and gave his back to him.
"stop!"
Gou Wuyue roared angrily.
But the masked man was unmoved. Seeing this, Cenchofu and the storyteller followed him again.
Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to be careless, so he hurriedly got stuck among the three people and asked the three bosses to escort him forward.
"Is it really okay?"
Qian Mimi used her "perception" to probe behind her, but Gou Wuyue seemed to have her footsteps really stuck. She watched the masked man leave without taking a single step.
"Brother is still more proud!"
The storyteller smiled and stepped forward to put his arm around the masked man's shoulders, but when the latter stepped forward hastily, the storyteller missed the mark.
His face was full of complaints, "Smelly brother..."
"open!"
Cenchov took the lead.
Panxian's ax slashed forward, and a hole was opened in the Heavenly Cover.
All the white-clothed people who ducked behind looked anxious.
Everyone knows that in this situation, if the four holy slaves really run away, the consequences will not be easy to bear.
But it's okay if the person in front of me doesn't reveal his identity. Once revealed...
Eight Masters!
The Eighth Sword Immortal!
Who dares to step forward and stop him if he doesn't care about his life?
"Senior Wuyue..."
Not only was there a kind of holy guard present who was muttering silently.
Even the operators of the "Sky Cover" who were hiding in the far corner of the Eighth Palace looked at the images coming from the void in a daze.
Just let it go?
"Dong dong dong."
The rain falls wildly.
The scene was almost breathtakingly silent.
In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man took one step at a time, widening the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.
The barrier light of the Overturning Sky Canopy is quickly repaired by the power of the operator in the distance.
But Cenjov made a hole with his axe.
The attack power that contains the power of Taixu is definitely not negligible.
Without any human interference, the Holy Slave walked out of this place in a big way, while others could only watch with wide eyes.
"Oh."
Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it until he passed through the light curtain of the country-covering sky.
Is this coming out?
So Easy?
The expected fight to the death in the white cave did not appear at all. The masked man revealed his identity as the Eight Masters. Is everything resolved?
"?"
Xu Xiaoshou slowly turned his head, not daring to face anyone else. After thinking about it, he still put a question mark to Cen Qiaofu, who seemed relatively amiable.
Cenjov laughed uncontrollably.
He understood what the young man meant.
Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned cold.
"careful!"
At the same time, the storyteller flashed and stood in front of his brother, as if he was blocking some powerful enemy.
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.
He was the slowest to react.
But "perception" is also the most clearly seen.
I don’t know when.
Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.
The tall man was taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen before.
If it weren't for the fact that this guy had a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would have thought it was the white skeleton in the white cave that came outside.
And the short one on one side...
"Who is this?"
Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.
His past experience in fighting with big bosses from all walks of life told him that judging by just the aura on this person's body, the person who came had only the throne cultivation level.
But for a mere throne, how dare he lead the No. 1 person to block the path of the four holy slaves who even Gou Wuyue didn't dare to block?
"Bang bang bang!"
Big raindrops fell on the ground one by one.
At this time, everyone felt something was wrong.
Ever since the short throne that looked like a boy appeared, the rain in the field seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.
Even Xu Xiaoshou's master body has begun to feel pain.
"Under attack, passive value, +211."
"Under attack, passive value, +165."
"Under attack, passive value, +198."
"Countershock" no longer seems to have the perfect ability to resist damage, and even the role of "resilience" has become minimal.
Under the average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt his steps staggering.
He had no choice but to open the spiritual shield.
But the protective shield could not withstand the beating of the rain at all. Within a moment, it was directly blasted by the water droplets.
"Fei Ruo heavy water!"
The storyteller encountered the same situation on one side.
What's better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is multi-folded.
No matter how strong the raindrops are, when they come close to each other, they will be bounced away by the force of space on the spot.
"What Fei Ruo heavy water?"
Not only Xu Xiaoshou had such doubts, but also Cen Qiaofu blocked the raindrop attack and asked.
"Lingbu, the master of the secrets of the water system, Yu Lingdi!"
The storyteller told the name of the visitor word by word.
Then his eyes fell on the tall man on one side.
"So, this should be the Tianji puppet?"
Cenqiaofu's pupils suddenly shrank.
He didn't expect that at the last moment, such two figures could be killed.
"Are you the one who made it rain in the white cave?"
Cen Qiaofu took a step forward and blocked the three saint slaves behind him.
"Be careful."
At this time, the storyteller no longer dared to joke. He reminded in a low voice: "The Tianji puppet probably has the power of Taixu, and the Yuling drop... has killed Taixu!"
"ha?"
When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, his eyes immediately bulged out.
"Beheaded?"
He repeated the key words in disbelief, really hoping that the storyteller would say "Sorry, slip of the tongue."
but no.
The storyteller only nodded solemnly: "Although it is said that someone else helped to kill Taixu, this guy really killed Taixu."
"Even if one person can't take it, he can still use the throne to cultivate, fall, or even capture and kill him. This is an indisputable fact."
"And its legend is far more than that."
"I can't say that the information I got is limited. This guy has already had the strength to kill Taixu alone!"
The Storyteller is mainly responsible for the Central Territory, so he naturally knows more about the Central Territory's information.
And the more he knew, the more solemn his expression became.
Cenqiaofu was also taken aback by his introduction.
He had heard the first talk about this guy in the White Cave, but he never thought that a mere throne could have such power.
This is simply terrible!
Xu Xiaoshou felt his throat was a little dry, "You said he can kill Taixu. Are you talking about ordinary Taixu, or..."
"Taixu, are there any ordinary ones?"
The storyteller asked back, causing Xu Xiaoshou to choke and almost have a cerebral infarction.
Is this a pervert?
With my innate cultivation and the power of Ajie, I, Xu Xiaoshou, managed to kill a throne, which is pretty good.
This throne of yours can kill Taixu?
He secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.
Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why there was still someone in this world who could kill even the Eighth Sword Immortal.
Be honest, geniuses are all gathered together, you are not the only one.
The clown is the only one on his own!
…
"Bang bang bang..."
Large craters exploded on the ground, as if they were struck by large hailstones.
But it’s not hail, it’s rain!
The rain is heavy.
Yu Lingdi stretched out his hand and touched the pouring rain. The raindrops passed through his body. With each drop of rainwater passing through his body, his breath became stronger.
"Senior Wuyue, isn't this unlike your style?"
He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: "You called me here just to let me witness the departure of your indulgent Saint Slave?"
"It's okay if I don't see it. I see it. How can I go back and report it?"
"Treat me invisible?"
Yu Lingdi shook his head in distress: "I can't do this."
"Me too."
No. 33 said angrily from one side, and stretched out his hand to scratch his head: "Your Highness wants me to be an honest child."
Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by this tall man.
No matter how closely the voice was imitated, he could still hear the slightest hint of mechanical sound from the tall man's mouth.
"Tianji puppet?"
Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ajie.
Not surprisingly.
Ajie is a defective product of the first generation, Dao Qiongang.
This guy should be his proud work...the complete body?
"A few."
Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and fell on Cen Qiaofu who was standing in front.
"No more nonsense. Let's assign opponents. I will be responsible for one."
He raised a finger and pointed at...
Xu Xiaoshou!
"Xiao Shi Tan Ji?"
Xu Xiaoshou's face turned dark instantly.
There are three big bosses in this place, are you going to pick the weak ones?
"Looking at your cultivation level, you are not a master, right?"
Yu Lingdi's face looked a little more amused, "I'm very curious, how did you come out alive with such a level of cultivation?"
"From the White Cave, and from the intimidation of Senior Wuyue."
His eyes moved down and stopped at the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.
With this sword here, Senior Wuyue will definitely not be able to let this kid go.
But the fact that this guy is still alive at this moment has already explained something...
"I'm also very curious about how you broke through my 'Flower Hometown'."
Suddenly a cold voice floated from far away.
Immediately, Xu Xiaoshou saw a man in white walking towards the horizon, stepping on a begonia.
At first glance.
Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the appearance of the so-called senior master for the first time in a long time.
With his demeanor as if he were banished to an immortal, coupled with the six-leaf begonia flower held lightly in his hand, he looked like an immortal official who did not eat the fireworks of the world!
Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.
This type is probably what he would like, right?
as expected.
When the storyteller saw the person coming, his face turned red on the spot, and his face couldn't stop blooming with endless brilliance.
"Brother Haitang'er!"
Zhi——
Xu Xiaoshou's goosebumps immediately stood up.
That sweet voice could make a dead person stand upright.
etc!
Do they know each other?
An idea flashed in Xu Xiaoshou's mind. Looking at the storyteller's excitement, which didn't seem fake, he suddenly realized a key issue.
"Our people?"
He turned to Cenjov and asked.
"Um."
Cen Qiaofu nodded: "Saint Slave Seat Nine, Northern Territory Seven Forbidden City, the person in charge of the 'Flower Fragrance Hometown', Haitang'er."
"hiss!"
Northern Territory! Seven bans! Nine seats!
Xu Xiaoshou had never even seen this so-called Haitang'er, but just based on those brief adjectives, he could already imagine the strength of the visitor.
Is this the background of Saint Slave?
When you want to leave, people come to pick you up one after another?
The masked man looked calm.
Looking at Haitang'er who was stopping in the distance to avoid the storyteller from rushing towards him directly, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here too?"
"If I don't come over, can you handle it?"
Haitang'er paused for a moment and said: "When you get out of here, there are still 700 Holy God Guards waiting outside. Even if you pass through the blockade of 700 Holy God Guards..."
He turned to look at Yu Lingdi and said, "Xie Sin Gong, who loves the common people, is also watching."
"oh?"
The masked man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, "Isn't he staring at Shen Yi?"
Haitang'er's expression was calm, and she couldn't even see the joy of seeing her again after a long separation.
If it weren't for the masked man talking to him, outsiders wouldn't even be able to tell that the two knew each other.
He only said coldly: "A person who can live in the Holy Mountain of Guizhe, but the entire continent is within his range, what's the difference between targeting one person and targeting two people?"
The masked man's eyes were filled with surprise.
"A whole continent?"
"Um."
"You were shot?"
"..."
Haitang'er suddenly fell silent, and the masked man lowered his head silently.
"Everything is making progress..."
He pondered for a long time, sighed, and finally turned his attention to Yu Lingdi again.
"This friend."
He said taking a step forward.
Xu Xiaoshou looked a little stunned from behind. From this tone, could it be possible that the two of them knew each other?
He is a well-known person, how can he have such great dignity?
What does he want to do?
An unexpected but expected scene appeared again.
As if nothing happened, the masked man walked straight in front of Yu Lingdi and No. 33, and then stopped.
He said sincerely: "From what you two said just now, I should have had a misunderstanding with Haitang'er, but now that I'm here, give me some face and let this matter go away, how about that?"
Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a more efficient way of fighting than kendo.
said.
This is a super spiritual skill that can end everything without a single blow.
Those who are not thick-skinned cannot use it!
In the past, he would have thought it impossible to do such a thing.
But at this moment, the masked man feels that he can try anything.
At the very least, he had just succeeded in using a favor to deal with Gou Wuyue, who might have caused serious damage to the Saint Slave.
Yu Lingdi was stunned.
As if he was getting to know the person in front of him again, he asked in surprise: "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that Gou Wuyue has given me face. He is your senior. If you don't consider following me, why don't you give me some face?"