Boom!
Boom!
The two pieces of corpses fell to the ground dullly.
Previously, Xu Xiao was punched and a vacuum was created. After the vacuum was created, thousands of people screamed.
Now, when the sloppy uncle slashed out with his sword, everything was completely silent, and there was no sound!
Everyone was dumbfounded.
What kind of immortal sword is this!
This sword is like Kunwu, which can cut through the nine heavens, and it can also be like coming out of the sea of clouds in the east and dividing the river.
Not only Chongdong was cut in two under this sword.
That long black line in the void stretched even further into the sky, as if it would never end.
"A sword is eternal, nothing better than this!"
After someone finally cried out in surprise, the scene immediately went crazy.
All the sword cultivators present watched their swords rise into the air, as if thousands of swords were returning to their clan, and worshiped the slovenly man at the center of the battle.
In their hearts, each of them has a legend emerging.
Everyone's faces turned red and their fists were clenched tightly.
That legend, in the Eastern Region, in this place where sword cultivators gather, is God!
none of them!
Even if we look at the entire Holy Continent, even if the legend is like a flash in the pan, it has left a strong mark on this piece of history!
"A sword comes from the east, and a swordsman comes from the east, and drunkenly leans on the underworld and walks into the blue sky?"
Finally, someone couldn't hold it in any longer and told this legend.
At this moment, all the other sword cultivators... stared angrily.
"What a joke!"
"Even if the Eighth Sword Immortal makes a random sword, how can it be compared to this sword?"
"Look who he killed, it's just a throne!"
"Who is this? Chongdong, Commander Chongda? Amazing? Not necessarily!"
"How dare you try to pull a throne from the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Not to mention that the Eighth Sword Immortal has already fallen. With such a weak sword, how dare you dare to think so boldly and directly implicate the Eighth Sword Immortal... the Eighth Sword Immortal!"
"absurd!"
"funny!"
"It's ridiculous!"
"..."
The first one to speak was immediately sprayed with blood by everyone.
Indeed, the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal would be a household name in the Eastern Region.
His existence, to sword cultivators, is faith and God!
How could a god suddenly descend into the world and strike out with such a weak sword?
It's just winter...
Just a throne...
Normally, he might be a really great person, but he really has to be comparable to the gods in everyone's minds...
absurd!
The person who spoke was very aggrieved, and he also knew that the first person to speak would definitely be sprayed to death by the big guys.
But he couldn't hold it in!
He is also a fan of the Eighth Sword Immortal, so how could he not know that man's famous stunts?
"Come on, take a closer look at that sword strike just now. Isn't it the Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Big Buddha Slash'?"
This time, everyone was silent.
a long time.
"Indeed, it seems..."
"Like a fart!"
Someone got angry on the spot.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Big Buddha Slash' is said as if you are qualified to see it. Your superficial understanding is just hearsay."
"Are the things that come from the spiritual skills copybook real?"
"Is 'Big Buddha Slash' so weak?"
"Not to mention anything else, how many times have you seen this imitation skill?"
"If you don't have one hundred thousand, you have to have ten thousand. Everything is going to the Eighth Sword Immortal. Come on!"
"Ten thousand steps back, this is the 'Big Buddha Killing', but where is the 'Buddha'? Where is the phantom of the Big Buddha?"
"This is a pirated spiritual skill, it's an ironclad fact!"
The crowd was in an uproar and a fight was about to start on the spot.
Fortunately, there were still a few non-sword-wielding members of the Imperial Guard who were relatively calm-minded and immediately grabbed the more impulsive partner beside them.
This would prevent the tragedy of the guards from injuring people.
Yuan Sandao was also silent.
Indeed, there are many copies of "Big Buddha Slash", and even the original copy is not only mastered by eight masters.
At least as far as he knew, the direct lineage of Shenyue Immortal City had this kind of spiritual skill.
Being able to use half of the "Big Buddha Slash" has nothing to do with the Eight Masters.
He could only prove from the side that the man in front of him might really be a person from Shenyue Immortal City.
At the very least, the relationship is not weak!
As for why he replied "wrong" to his question...
To be honest, Yuan Sandao didn't intend to get the most honest answer from the other party from the beginning.
Snapped!
At this moment, Chongdong's broken body fell out of a purple box.
As soon as the box landed on the ground, it opened with a snap, and then a light and shadow transformed, revealing the form of Chongdong.
Yuan Sandao immediately took a step forward and blocked the sloppy uncle's path.
The uncle raised his eyebrows and did not move forward. Instead, he calmly watched the operation of the purple box.
After the light and shadow appeared on the box, a burst of inscriptions flashed.
The next moment, a purple wormhole appeared, and the Chongdong corpses falling on both sides were sucked in.
At this moment, the sky and the earth trembled, as if the rules of heaven were forcibly changed, calamity clouds gathered, and the sky suddenly turned dark.
There was a thunderbolt from the blue, a roar and an explosion, but the target could not be found.
After the black calamity clouds on the horizon receded, the wormhole reappeared, and a brand new winter fell out.
His body recovered perfectly, and even his broken fingers were repaired.
As if the rules of time and space were reversed and replaced, the box took out a brand new Chongdong from the previous time and space and replaced him.
But memories cannot be replaced.
The newly born Chongdong's face was pale and his hands and feet were weak. As soon as he appeared, he fell to the ground softly.
Yuan Sandao withdrew his sword to protect him.
"Tianxuan Zhuji?"
For the first time, surprise flashed in the uncle's eyes, and he exclaimed: "You boy, how could you have a heavenly secret box?"
The sky?
Yuan Sandao's pupils shrank when he heard the name, and his heart was filled with horror again.
Who is Dao Qiongang?
Kuilei Han, the Eight Masters, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky!
These are the top three giants among the ten in the Central Realm, the contemporary master of the Holy Temple, and the first heavenly magician in the Holy Continent.
This guy……
He actually pronounced this name in such a nonchalant tone?
You must know that the name of the master of the Holy Temple is not allowed to be mentioned by ordinary people.
Even if they are called spiritual masters, they usually use the word "Palace Master" instead.
Who is this guy...?
Are they the same generation as Dao Qiongcang? Have you ever fought against him? Or is there some other unknown special relationship?
Yuan Sandao felt a secret pressure in his heart and took a deep breath.
He knew that today's matter might end in an anticlimax.
But even so, he still had to ask the third question because of his duty!
"You should know that the mainland clearly stipulates that throne masters cannot take action. They must either enter the realm or enter the half-empty sky."
"However, it is really a big mistake for you to take action directly and hurt tens of thousands of innocent people in Tiansang City!"
"If the Holy Temple pursues you, even if you transcend the throne and transcend the Dao of Killing, what will happen? Isn't it just death in the end?"
Yuan Sandao turned the blade, raised it to his chest, and said slowly: "My third question is, why did you take action?"
There is really no need for such a strong person to abuse himself like this!
Take action in Tiansang City?
How silly!
Yuan Sandao felt that there must be some ulterior secret in this process.
The uncle smiled again.
Chongdong can be resurrected by his own ability, that's because he is powerful. As far as he is concerned, this matter is over.
He has his own principles in mind when doing things, and he only kills once.
Leaving aside the matter of Chongdong, he replied to Yuan Sandao's question.
"First of all, I am not a throne. As you can see, I am just an acquired talent. The rules of the mainland cannot restrain me!"
Yuan Sandao twitched the corner of his mouth.
The uncle was not done yet and continued: "Secondly, although I have already explained it, I want to explain it again. It is really not me who hurt the innocent people in Tiansang City."
"If it's not you, who else could it be?"
Yuan Sandao sneered, could it be the corpse next to you that was cut into several pieces?
"It's him."
The uncle kicked the sack on the ground and said, "The good things he did have nothing to do with me."
Yuan Sandao immediately lost his temper.
This sack was completely uncovered. He had already inspected it, and there was an innate junior inside who was still dying.
What the hell, he knocked the entire Tiansang City away?
are you kidding me? !
Um?
This person is throwing the blame... Do you really think you can just throw dirty water on someone who can't speak?
ridiculous!
"So, why are you here?"
Yuan Sandao spoke coldly.
He didn't bother to worry about anything else, but the purpose of this man's attack had to be clarified.
It's not like he can still say nonsense like "I came here just to save the kid in the sack. If I don't save him, he will be killed by the corpse on the side"!
"hehe!"
Yuan Sandao was amused by his own thoughts.
In this case, it's not that the other party has a problem, but that the other party thinks that he, like him, is mentally ill!
However, the uncle kicked the sack.
"To be honest, I came here to save this kid."
