Chapter 737: The Illusory Sword Technique of Pressing Huaxian Eye Illusion Technique!
"It's an illusion."
The uncle who pierced the vaginal throat with four fingers smiled and responded: "It is both an illusion and a swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that surpasses the illusion of your flower fairy eyes."
fencing?
Everyone watching in the field was shocked.
In my mind, a legendary swordsmanship suddenly appeared...
"Illusion swordsmanship?"
On the other side, Baigui made a surprised sound.
His cross-eyed pupils were wide open, but he found that he failed to mobilize the power of the holy blood and used the power of annihilation to shatter this space.
now.
Bai Gui's pair of overlapping green and orange eyes only stared at another sloppy uncle in front of him with shock and inexplicable shock.
The uncle's two fingers are holding a drop of holy blood that is unwilling to be restrained and trying to chase freedom.
That's the holy blood that his hundred ghosts took out!
But.
When was the holy blood stolen?
"Your illusion..."
Faced with the shock of the entire audience, the sloppy uncle just smiled and shook his head: "It's just a matter of practice."
As he spoke, he put the holy blood into the ring with his backhand, pointed at the vagina on the other side that had been pierced through the throat by another uncle's four fingers, and asked the hundred ghosts:
"If I kill him, will you be so frightened that you give me your position as Lord Huang Quan?"
Baigui's pupils suddenly shrank.
His pupils moved back and forth, looking in disbelief at the man in front of him who was divided into two but could control two great slashes at the same time.
What ability is this?
What kind of cultivation is this?
"impossible!"
Hundreds of ghosts were going crazy, he was going crazy, he couldn't even see how the Dao was distributed here even when he cut the Dao, and he exclaimed in shock:
"You don't have a sword, how can you use the phantom sword technique?"
"Besides, you are not a master of the Eight Immortals, and how can you control the two of us at the same time? How can you be able to withstand the flower fairy eyes?"
"You're laughing so hard!" The sloppy uncle looked indifferent.
He said this without smiling at all, and his expression was cold and serious: "Until now, do you still doubt my identity?"
"It is impossible for the Eight Masters to draw their swords!" Hundred Ghosts roared.
He knows something.
While speaking angrily, Baigui used anger and madness to cover up his true intentions.
But secretly trying to use the Cross Eyes to extinguish the illusion here, Baigui discovered that this was like reality, and it didn't look like an illusion at all.
The two sloppy uncles in front of me are both real people!
"External incarnation?"
Baigui has a death wish in his heart. Doesn't this mean that the other party is a semi-saint?
But, that’s not right!
Semi-Saint, why do you pretend to be the Eight Masters?
Although Baigui is stalling for time, what he said about the eight masters being unable to draw a sword is also true!
Hearing this, the sloppy uncle just shook his head and sighed.
"Even when you are dying, you don't know the means by which you died..."
"My sword is in your heart."
Finished speaking.
The sloppy uncle's other hand, which everyone had inexplicably ignored, suddenly appeared in everyone's awareness.
It's pressed right on Hyakuki's heart!
As soon as he finished speaking, the uncle curled his hands into a sword-holding position, and actually pulled out a black and white sword with many lines from the heart of Baigui.
"Uh, ah ah ah"
The painful roar instantly echoed in everyone's ears.
The flow of time here seems to be slowed down hundreds or thousands of times.
The sword of black and white was drawn out little by little.
Everyone can clearly see the Bagua Xuanxiang on it and feel the Taoist aura gathered on the sword.
"Famous sword!"
Jiang Chaotian exclaimed: "Isn't this the Taisheng Water Sword? Isn't this the sword of Yao Mansion, Yao Ye? Is he a member of the Yao family?"
No one responded.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with shock and inexplicable shock, and listened to the helpless wails of hundreds of ghosts in their ears.
A slash.
In front of this sloppy uncle, he was so helpless that he became like this!
The scenes in it are all visible to the storyteller, and he can't help but be frightened.
"Illusion Sword Technique..."
It can be said that in this small space world of yin and yang, life and death, the only one who can feel the unreality of the current scene is the storyteller.
I have the experience of seeing my brother draw a sword, so I know the story well.
The sword here is just a small microcosm of the truly vast fantasy swordsmanship.
And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled Taisei's water sword out of Baigui's heart.
The underworld and hundreds of ghosts lost half of their life in the eyes of everyone at the same time.
"died?"
Everyone swallowed.
At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt ridiculous.
This is ridiculous!
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
The two major slashing methods are just gone?
This uncle is the Eight Masters, right? The one at the head of the Saint Slave is the fake?
Xu Xiaoshou even had these thoughts in his mind at the moment.
However.
After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle wiped the blood from Taisheng's water sword and flicked the famous sword lightly with his finger.
"Keng"
There was a crisp sound of sword clanging.
When everyone saw the scene in front of them, they were shattered again.
Another screen appears.
After learning the truth, everyone felt numb again.
All I could see was the scene in the field. The sloppy uncle didn't move at all, and there was no sword in his hand.
And Yin Cao, just like the illusion in his flower fairy eyes, really jumped out and even jumped in front of the sloppy uncle.
At this moment, the two of them were only a few steps away from each other.
The uncle didn't move.
However, Yin Cao was sweating profusely, panting, and his face was as white as paper.
He's not dead!
But it seemed like he was going to live after death.
The Hyakki, who was lagging behind, was not dead yet, and his hand still maintained the gesture of drawing out the holy blood.
But at this moment, the holy blood is no longer there.
There is only one pebble left in the palm of the hundred ghosts.
"..."
The whole place was quiet.
There was silence.
At this moment, everyone realized that the scene where Yin Cao and all ghosts were dead just now was the real illusion!
A magic sword technique that surpasses the flower fairy eye illusion technique!
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
His "perception" can see through the slightest bit of reality in the flower fairy's eyes, but he can't see through the sloppy uncle's illusory swordsmanship at all.
Recalling what this man had said just now, "It's just a matter of doing whatever you want," he now felt that this uncle was the real bunker.
This is illusion!
…
"Illusion swordsmanship?"
On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed his saliva and struggled to speak.
On his face he had the frailty of surviving a catastrophe, but he had no hope of a happy future.
Just looking at the moment, Yin Cao's fairy eyes met the uncle's turbid eyes, and they completely lost their color.
It's obviously like a phoenix to a native chicken.
At this moment, the native chicken is superior!
"Yeah." The uncle just nodded.
"Are you really an expert?" Yin Cao asked again.
"Yeah." The uncle nodded again.
"..."
Yin Cao couldn't ask any more questions and fell silent.
The uncle then said: "Since you have died once, you can finally answer my question! Where is the underworld?"
Yin Cao felt powerless.
How to fight this?
This man's phantom sword technique is so powerful that even the Flower Fairy Eyes can't resist it.
It turns out that what Mr. Huang Quan said was actually true...
It's not like having the Lei Family Pupil and reaching the level of Zhan Dao, you won't be afraid of Taixu, or even with the help of the Holy Blood, you can defeat Taixu.
There are many geniuses in this world.
Some people only practice one type of move throughout their lives until they reach the pinnacle.
All pupil skills are false.
He can defeat all kinds of magic with just one power!
Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao actually still didn't believe that this man was the Eight Masters.
But it doesn’t matter if it’s not the Eight Masters.
He is said to be one of the Seven Sword Immortals, and Yin Cao now feels that this person is worthy of such a name.
Illusion swordsmanship is known as the most difficult skill to practice among the nine swordsmanships.
It's simply terrifying that this person can cultivate to such an extent!
"Lord Huangquan..."
Yin Cao pursed his lips, as if he was planning to no longer resist and reveal the location of Master Huangquan.
Never thought.
The next second, everyone heard him scream: "Help me!"
The whole audience was shocked.
At this moment, even the sloppy uncle was shocked by such a sexy operation and could not react for a while.
And at the same time.
Hundred Ghosts were also behind and exclaimed:
"Lord Huangquan, save me"
Not only did he express his reputation, but it also contained a hint of grievance and reluctance.
But in the end, both of them shouted.
After the sloppy uncle came to his senses, his face suddenly became serious. He put his two fingers together and cut forward, as if he really wanted to cut off Yin Cao's head.
However, at this moment, ripples in the void flooded, and the power of time and space suddenly emerged.
A weak golden light rose from the two Yamas calling for help.
The uncle's sword finger scratched Yin Cao's throat, as if it had been cut into a different dimension.
Even his hands passed directly through Yin Cao's body.
"The power of time and space?" the sloppy uncle was surprised.
Then he watched the two of them being swallowed up by the black hole under the influence of the power of time and space, and their bodies disappeared directly on the spot.
"Run away?" Jiang Chaotian's eyes were splitting from behind.
Young Master Jiang’s three-year-old eyes have not been recovered yet.
The two kings of hell ran away?
He immediately stepped forward, but apart from passing through the original space where Yin Cao was located, he was unable to capture even a trace of his enemy's clothes.
When he landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to have aged dozens of years.
It seems that from beginning to end of this battle, his appearance was just a superfluous character.
From the storyteller, to the first eight acquaintances, to the two kings of hell, to the second eight acquaintances...
No one in the audience paid much attention to the killing method of the Semi-Saint Jiang clan!
It can even be said that it is ignored...
Jiang Chaotian felt like something was wrong with the world.
When did Zhan Dao's sense of existence become so slim?
But after realizing that he was in a dead end, he thought about it again and realized what kind of whirlpool he was in.
The Holy Slaves, two of the eight acquaintances, plus the Hell Organization, which has two supreme artifacts as its leaders and specializes in collecting pupils from the Tears...
This was simply not a situation that he, Jiang Chaotian, could intervene in.
In other words, the entire Jiang family is the only one who can interfere in the affairs here.
Except for semi-saints.
The weakest one must be too cultivated!
"Snapped."
Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian slapped his forehead and lowered his eyelids.
He understands the truth.
But what should Mr. Jiang do?
This is called Jiang Chaotian. How can he return to the Jiang family and give an explanation?
…
the other side.
"interesting……"
The sloppy uncle touched the space, feeling the remaining power, and murmured to himself:
"Such a strong power of time seems to have only been felt by Kong Yuhen."
"But he still has the power of space attributes..."
"interesting!"
The sloppy uncle murmured, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining: "This Huang Quan is not too powerful at all!"
He has no control over the three members of the Jiang family.
Since the two kings of hell were rescued from the air, it was unexpected.
Then there is only one person left here who is worthy of uncle's concern.
"Eight Masters?" The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amusedly.
"Wait."
Xu Xiaoshou waved to him, came straight to Jiang Qi, and said bluntly:
"Three Yantong Eyes are not in my hands, and I don't want to antagonize your half-saints. Unless you are an enemy of the saint slaves, my nature is never to take the initiative to attack."
Jiang Qi was startled and didn't understand what the masked man wanted.
Xu Xiaoshou said calmly: "Whether you believe it or not, you can pay attention to this organization of the King of Hell. I believe that Sanyan Tongmu can be brought out by a junior. You Jiang family, and other Lei family pupils,
So...you know."
That’s all.
Xu Xiaoshou stopped speaking.
He knew that Jiang Qi was a smart man and understood things clearly without needing to explain.
The true Eight Masters will not deliberately antagonize a semi-saint.
but!
It's not a mistake to deliberately make friends.
Therefore, he only mentioned a few words and that was enough.
Say it.
Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: "Let them out!"
The storyteller hadn't realized which one was Xu Xiaoshou, so Xu Xiaoshou could only send a voice message to him: "I am Xu Xiaoshou."
At that moment, the storyteller suddenly understood, and directly released the Jiang family and others from the small world of space, and returned them to the Heavenly Prayer Forest.
…
Inexplicably, he emerged from the small space world of Yin and Yang, Life and Death? At this moment, Jiang Chaotian knew that he was out of trouble.
But at the same time, he lost all clues!
Jiang Qi, on the other hand, was immersed in thought.
"What's the meaning?"
At first, Jiang Qi thought that the masked Eight Masters were real. After all, they had been to Tianyang Village.
But later, the sloppy uncle's magic sword skills were so good that she no longer believed that the masked man was the Eight Masters. It was possible that the sloppy uncle was the Eight Masters.
However, the masked man who spoke to her at the end could give orders to the storyteller!
The Eight Deities understand that it doesn't matter which one is true and which one is false.
The important thing is that in the small space world of yin and yang life and death, there is only one in the world, the Saint Slave Storyteller.
In other words, the storyteller in the red dress is definitely a real person.
The power of space is too rare.
No one can imitate this.
So, the masked man who didn’t take action in the end was the Eight True Masters?
But if you want to understand it this way, that fake sloppy uncle has both sword reading and phantom sword skills...
"Well!"
Jiang Qi suddenly covered his head and groaned, feeling like he had a splitting headache.
She is going to be driven crazy by herself!
unimportant……
unimportant……
Trying to abandon all this as much as possible, Jiang Qi turned around, looked at Jiang Chaotian, who was constantly healing Young Master Jiang, and said, "Senior, we may be saved."
"Save?" Jiang Chaotian didn't even look back, obviously paying no attention.
"Um."
Jiang Qi was very sure. She recalled what the masked man Ba Zunshu had said to her at the end, and she suddenly came up with a very bold and terrifying inference, saying:
"I don't dare to speak ill of the half-saints in the clan, but since the Three Eyes are so important, why are they missing so inexplicably?"
"Perhaps, this is just a line among our half-saints?"
Jiang Chaotian's healing movements paused, and he looked back calmly, his eyes regained their vitality.
yes!
Hell, this organization is clearly a very big fish.
Even before Sanyan Tongmu was lost, he, Jiang Chaotian, was a member of the Jiang family and had great intelligence capabilities, but he had never even heard of the name of this organization.
However, the King of Hell developed into possessing the Shang Xuan Sword, Soul Cut, and two great pupils of the Tears!
At that moment, Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked back at Young Master Jiang.
The blood on Jiang Xian's eyes has dried up in his arms.
At this time, his eyelashes trembled, showing signs of waking up.
"not dead!"
Jiang Chaotian is very happy.
Then he immediately calmed down, turned back to Jiang Qi, and said solemnly: "Since you said you don't dare to speak ill of a semi-saint, you should not speak ill of a semi-saint."
Jiang Qi nodded: "Yes."
Yes.
Bai Yi is coming.
We can't discuss things arbitrarily here. We can discuss it again when we get back.
This matter must be discussed clearly.
As for now, let's confirm the identity of the victim and let Baiyi seek justice for Mr. Jiang!