Gou Wuyue's eyes burst out with light, and he held the famous sword in his backhand.
this moment.
Everyone can detect the last gap between the famous sword and the sword immortal, and it is finally gone!
At least, harmonious...
It was the only adjective that everyone present could find between the sword fairy and the sword.
"Eight Masters!"
Gou Wuyue held the sword, with fighting intent in his eyes, and his momentum was rising steadily.
"In the past, I didn't know it was you who brought many people here to the White Cave."
"But you killed my subordinates and used them as an excuse to hinder me everywhere."
"The act of Changing Wings reminds me, and Yu Ling enlightens me..."
"This battle should be over. At least, we can no longer let you do whatever you want."
He pressed forward every step of the way, and everyone felt that the air in the whole place was about to be crushed by his momentum.
"Chichi..."
"Chi~"
In the realm of Flower Hometown, the charming flower bones split open and turned into powder.
The energy was about to be fed back, but it was crushed on the spot by the Sword Immortal's artistic conception.
Threads of sword intent rose from the scattered flowers.
Don't talk about feeding back.
All the petals in the room instantly shattered and withered under Gou Wuyue's momentum at this moment.
Wherever the Sword Immortal comes, he will destroy everything!
Haitang'er's complexion changed slightly.
No Sword Immortal has ever visited the Northern Territory Qi Duan in person, and he has never seen the power of the Sword Immortal.
Therefore, in this realm, just now he even wanted to let Gou Wuyue use his sword to find out the true upper limit of his own realm.
But now it seems...
Why do you need to draw a sword?
As Gou Wuyue said, the opponent in his eyes is never himself.
I am still only one step away from becoming Taixu. No matter how strong my realm is, if it is going to be broken, why do I need a sword from the Sword Immortal?
One thought is enough!
Gou Wuyue's mind was not focused on the so-called world-breaking. Even if everyone in white was completely trapped, the only opponent in his eyes was the eight masters.
"You want to kill me?" Bazun asked wisely.
"You have really changed..."
There was disappointment in Gou Wuyue's eyes. He looked at the lonely wine gourd that fell to the ground, and sighed: "I have abandoned my past beliefs, lost my will to fight decisively, and only used human kindness to push me around..."
"you!"
Gou Wuyue's voice rose sharply: "There are eight names of familiar beings, but there are no eight familiar souls!"
The Eight Masters smiled slightly and did not comment.
"The world thinks very highly of me, but I am who I am..."
"You are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of fish? You are not me, so how dare you say that I don't have the soul of the past?"
"But the eight masters of the past would not say such nonsense to the swordsman's invitation to fight!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, Nu Lan pointed his sword at the person in front of him, and the sword intention in the void fluctuated.
"boom!"
There was an explosion, and Huaxiang Hometown exploded with the rolling sword intent.
The so-called Seven Forbidden Reproduction Throne Realm, under the anger of the Sword Immortal, was like a joke and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The space turned into crystal fragments and cracked, and the boundaries collapsed.
"puff!"
Haitang'er's body fell forward, and when she opened her mouth, blood spurted out.
When the blood spattered, the sword energy surged.
The sword's intention came into form through thoughts, and backfired on its owner through the realm, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er's body.
"Chi chi chi..."
The furious Gou Wuyue hadn't even fired his sword, but Haitang'er, who was at the top of the slashing path, had been wounded by the sword and turned into a bloody man.
"Brother Haitang'er!"
The storyteller screamed in panic, snatching his body and trying to fly over.
But when he was about to move, his steps suddenly stopped.
"Sword Qi?"
A solemn look appeared on his face, and the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers to form a seal.
But by this time, his return to defense was already too late.
The white sword energy rising from the sea of energy has been burning since its birth.
In an instant, the green seedlings grew into towering ancient trees, breaking through the sea of qi and penetrating his entire body up and down.
"Uh-huh~"
The storyteller straightened his waist and abdomen, and his whole body was lifted high into the sky by the sword energy, with a complex and misty look on his face.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
"Take it easy~"
Gou Wuyue, however, acted as if he had just taken action. The famous sword in his hand did not even move in the direction of the Eight Masters, and he muttered something:
"Mo Jian Shu, Mo Jian!"
The voice of the famous sword Nulan suddenly glowed with a green luster.
Immediately, under the sword, a cyan sword shadow appeared vaguely.
Gou Wuyue gently turned the hilt of the sword, and the green sword shadow opened up with the sound of Nulan's voice.
When the sword point is fixed downwards, the sword shadow overlaps the sword body, creating long ripples in the void.
"Wuweiliu, Dao Chengzhangyi!"
There was a soft whooshing sound, and Gou Wuyue just drew the famous sword back, without even making much movement.
But the storyteller rolled his eyes and his whole body trembled violently as if in a convulsion.
That look was almost worse than when Xu Xiaoshou was taking drugs!
"Uh-huh——"
Under a loud shout.
As Gou Wuyue's famous sword was drawn back, the white sword energy that exploded from the storyteller's body was forcibly pulled back into his body.
Again, the sword energy was pulled away in Gou Wuyue's direction.
"Zizzizi!"
The sword energy turned from white to green, from slow to slow, telling Huixiang Gou Wuyue the famous sword in his hand.
And as the sword energy burst out of his body, the storyteller's body was shaking like chaff, and was completely dyed red by the dense blood lines that came out.
The cyan sword thread dragged the blood and returned directly to Gou Wuyue's famous sword, and was then swallowed by the cyan sword shadow under the sword body.
The shadow of the sword became more blurry and dim.
"Mo Jian Shu?"
Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.
Since Gu Qingsan gave him a hard education on the knowledge system of ancient sword cultivation last time at the City Lord's Mansion, he has also made up some knowledge later on.
Even though there are very few records of the ancient sword cultivating system in the world, the famous Nine Sword Techniques are still spread.
Mo Jian Shu is one of them.
This swordsmanship is extremely difficult to practice. To get started, you need to use your sword intention to comprehend it and condense it into a half-empty and half-real "Mo Jian", which is the existence of the cyan sword shadow.
It can be said.
For most ancient sword cultivators, this initial step is enough to stump everyone for half a lifetime.
Because the perception of sword intention forms its essence, this path itself is similar to the formation of sword intention.
How difficult is sword reading?
It is self-evident how difficult it is to create the Eighth Sword Immortal who arbitrarily determines ancient and modern times.
Therefore, if you want to achieve this step, the starting point is to have a master's sword intention. This is a condition that must be met with excellent swordsmanship qualifications and understanding.
For most people, even if they enter the Throne of Swordsmanship, they may not even be able to comprehend the first step of swordsmanship.
As for Mo Jian Shu, one of the nine major sword arts, all subsequent directions are based on Mo Jian Shu.
Without the first step, there is no stepping stone to enter the door of Mo Jian Shu, and everything that follows is empty talk.
Therefore, Mo Jian Shu, known as the most difficult swordsmanship to some extent, is basically an ancient swordsman who would not choose to practice it.
After all, it is too difficult!
Xu Xiaoshou never thought that what Wuyue Sword Immortal was proficient in was the extremely rare Mo swordsmanship.
"Mo Jian..."
His eyes focused on the cyan sword shadow.
Xu Xiaoshou understood that the power of Mo Jian was terrifying!
The presence of a mental entity between reality and reality allows Mo Jian to ignore all physical and mental defenses, but at the same time, when causing damage, he can also add double attacks and alien attacks.
Who can withstand this?
An ordinary sword spirit possesses the body, the person becomes the sword, and then the sword spirit is peeled off from the human body...
Xu Xiaoshou claimed he could do what Gou Wuyue did.
But he has no self-confidence. With just such a little trick, he can hurt the storyteller to such an extent!
"Lao Gou..."
The storyteller's body withered in pieces in the void.
The several external avatars on the other side who had been blown away earlier were also panting and cursing.
But no one dares to get close!
The storyteller also knows that the most terrifying thing about Mo's swordsmanship is not the damage caused by Qing Mo's sword energy from a distance, but the close attacks.
A sword fairy with absolute attack and cannot be defended will have no way of knowing what kind of explosive damage it will cause!
Gou Wuyue withdrew her gaze from the dying incarnation, and did not bother to deal with other types of storyteller.
This guy is also disgusting.
No matter how hard you try, you may not be able to find its true form at all.
The incarnation outside the body is so magical!
This is obviously a method that only half-saints can master. Since the storyteller really knows how to do it, he shouldn't be the first target he wants to kill.
"You, Master Ba, can take action against the subordinates I value, and you can use this as an excuse to force me to draw my sword, but have you ever thought about it?"
Gou Wuyue looked at the person in front of her and said, her voice full of coldness: "What you value is equally worthless in my eyes!"
Said.
The tip of his sword flickered, and overlapping green sword shadows opened in the void, pointing at Cenjou Fu!
"Gou Wuyue, have you forgotten, what else do you owe me?" Bazun heard the words, his eyes turned cold.
"Return to public affairs, return private affairs to private affairs."
Gou Wuyue's Taoist heart was stable and he could not tolerate any further disturbance: "My mission today is to capture the Holy Slave and bring it to justice, and I owe you a personal favor... If it doesn't work, I can rescue you from the prison of the Holy Temple.
come out."
"You don't want your life?" Ba Zunzhen trembled his four fingers and curled up slightly.
Gou Wuyue shifted her gaze and noticed the other party's small movements.
The corners of his lips curved, as if he were smiling.
"Ba Zunzun, if the path you choose is to seal the sword, at this moment, do you think I will believe you... can draw the sword?"
After saying this, Gou Wuyue touched her toes and floated leisurely against the side of the eight statues.
He didn't even have half a point of defense, so he stabbed Cenchofu with his sword.
"Haitang'er, the first escort will leave first."
"The old man has cut off his queen!"
Cenqiaofu shouted loudly and came forward with an ax in his hand.
Lift the ax to the empty space.
Facing Gou Wuyue who struck first with his sword, he slashed Huashan Mountain with all his strength without any fear in his eyes.
Sword Immortal, to put it bluntly, is the realm of Taixu.
No matter how great it is, it is just Taixu with a slightly stronger attack power, nothing more.
As for being too empty...
He, Cenchov, is not afraid of anyone!
After all, there are not many Taixu at his age in this world.
In his eyes, Gou Wuyue is just a great-grandson!
"The Immortal Axe, Yin and Yang separate the dawn!"
The sky was cut directly from light to darkness with one blow of an axe.
It was difficult for all the onlookers in the field to distinguish the situation in the field.
But the darkness only lasted for less than a moment, and a golden light suddenly flashed, from bottom to top, breaking into the clouds.
"This is……"
Xu Xiaoshou seemed to see a golden ladder rising from the sky.
The phantom of the ladder going up layer by layer, each step is several feet high, connecting to the sky in the darkness, as if you can step into the fairyland from here.
"Ladder style!"
Suddenly there was an explosion in the crowd, and someone in Baiyi immediately became excited, "It's Senior Wuyue's Ladder Style!"
"Um, this is..."
Some people are excited, while others are confused.
"Are you stupid? You don't even know the 'Ladder Style'? No wonder you just have a sword and are not a real swordsman."
"Listen, there is a super forbidden area in Guizhe Holy Mountain, our headquarters, called the 'Ladder to Heaven'. Do you know this?"
"uh-huh?"
"The ladder to heaven connects to the divine realm, but it also has the pressure of divine power."
"Even the throne is difficult to walk in that place, and even Zhandao probably won't be able to walk many steps."
"At least, even if you want to leave, you are still walking in the world, and everyone can witness it."
"But when he first entered the realm of the Sword Immortal, Senior Wuyue went to the heavenly ladder to hone his skills, and even created his own 'ladder style'. With one sword, he destroyed all the pressure under the clouds and stepped into that uninhabited place.
boundary."
"No one knows where he ended up, because that may be where the gods are."
"But the 'ladder style' has been popular for a long time!"
Baiyi chatted lively, and Xu Xiaoshou listened with fascination.
But soon, he was attracted by the battle situation again.
After all, he was one of the few people present who could glimpse even half of the battle scene in this darkness.
I saw Cen Qiaofu's ax that reversed the laws of heaven, and Gou Wuyue's light sword "ladder style", all the power was transferred, just like the heavy pressure of the ladder was lifted back.
Tai Chi momentum, backhand upward.
The moment he climbed up the golden ladder, Cenchofu lost control of his whole body. His body and the Immortal Ax were sent flying at the same time, and he couldn't even hold his weapon for a while.
One formula was broken.
The way of heaven returns to normal, and the light returns.
Everyone immediately looked sideways, only to see Gou Wuyue lightly strike with his sword.
"pistol!"
A black thread opened in the void.
Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.
Point it out!
He may not know about the "ladder style".
But among the three thousand kendos, he had experienced it personally from Gu Qingsan.
At that time, the guy couldn't restrain his strength, and the blows as thick as a bucket were enough to knock him away.
Now……
Gou Wuyue pointed out that if it weren't for the "perception" of the subtle insight, Xu Xiaoshou wouldn't even be able to notice the appearance of even a trace of lines.
This freehand stroke, one click, contains so many years of skill!
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
The fights and killings of the innately strong are always earth-shattering and impressive.
Watch the battle of Taixu...
Either Yu Lingdi was shattered with one move, or Gou Wuyue defeated the enemy with two swords.
This is really what we call a moisturizing thing silently!
Sure enough, in the battle of the weak, the thunder is louder than the raindrops.
The battle between the strong is always unpredictable, and the rain turns to sunny again!
No surprises at all.
Cen Qiaofu couldn't control his figure as he was launched into the air. His expression suddenly changed with shock, and he suddenly felt a pain between his brows.
The next second, his entire head exploded.
"boom!"
Along with the explosion of Cenjov's head, there was also a whole square of void for several miles in radius.
Gou Wuyue slowly sheathed her sword.
The fragments that exploded in the void had been skewered in advance by Qingmo's sword energy in the dark, and were sent back one after another with the movement of sheathing the sword.
Exploding the sky.
Mend the sky again!
A person of quality will not leave battle garbage at the scene of a battle.
The power that was grasped to the pinnacle was as if it had gone through multiple calculations.
I saw Qingmo's sword energy flowing back, filling the sky, and at the same time, it jumped straight into the body of Cenchofu who was trying to escape with the power of Taixu.
Then he pulled his body and pulled it back at the speed of light in the direction where Gou Wuyue sheathed his sword.
Gou Wuyue turned around and looked at Bazun Shu, her expression calm.
The famous sword in his hand turned smoothly, opening multiple cyan afterimages in mid-air, and then he lifted it upside down, with the blade of the sword close to the bottom of his elbow and the tip of the sword facing back.
"Chi chi chi..."
Qingmo's sword energy flowed back into Nulan's voice, and Cen Qiaofu's body was also brought behind Gou Wuyue.
"How about this sword?"
Gou Wuyue still looked at the Eight Masters, asked softly, and leaned back.
"laugh!"
This depends on it.
The tip of the famous sword was sent into the heart of Cenchofu's headless body.