"hiss!"
Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air.
This smooth operation really shocked him.
"Aren't they all... Taixu?"
Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.
He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Taixu and Taixu.
Just like he can rely on his innate cultivation and passive skills to resist the throne.
Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can definitely protect yourself.
This also shows that on this continent, cultivation really cannot determine everything.
But on the contrary, most of the time, people are limited by the concept of cultivation.
But for the truly powerful people in this world, cultivation is only one of their means, definitely not the whole story.
This is especially true between Taixu.
"yes……"
Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts changed and he suddenly felt relieved.
Perhaps that level is still very far away for me.
But for the upper class, that is, those who really control the way of heaven, there is definitely a lot of Taixu.
But there are many Taixu. Sword Immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and there are only seven at most in each generation.
Isn't this enough to explain anything?
…
"puff!"
Pillars of blood spurted into the sky above Cenqiaofu's headless body.
Gou Wuyue just nailed him with her sword, staring at the Eight Masters with unblinking eyes.
Anyone who looked at that situation could tell that it was a provocation.
Anyone who sees it will be furious!
"Are you planning to anger me?" Bazun knew it but didn't look away.
Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and blasted Haitang'er's realm to pieces, severely injuring him, then smashed the storyteller's incarnation with another sword, and then killed Cen Qiaofu on the spot.
He looked like a normal person, completely unmoved.
Disappointment appeared in Gou Wuyue's eyes.
"How much have you changed..." He sighed in his heart.
If it were the former Eight Masters, with his righteous character, he would probably have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Haitang'er.
But now...
The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from the person he was decades ago.
Gou Wuyue even once doubted that this person was really the same person as before?
Is he really still the unruly one who can't tolerate even a grain of dust in his eyes... the Eighth Sword Immortal?
"First seat."
Haitang'er, wearing clothes stained red by blood, appeared beside Ba Zunzhen, and pressed his shoulder with one palm.
"It's time to go," he said softly.
The situation on the field changed too quickly.
Only then did Cen Qiaofu dare to say that he wanted to cut off the queen and let himself take the leader out of here first.
But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wuyue.
Even though Taixu's body could not be killed on the spot, Gou Wuyue's strength was beyond everyone's expectations.
This guy has only struck no more than three swords since he came here!
But most of the saint slaves are already blushing.
The situation was reversed and the momentum was slumped.
If the fight continues, even if the leader of the family can compete with Gou Wuyue, what will be the consequences?
Gou Wuyue can take action at will.
But Haitang'er knew that if the leader of his family really wanted to start a fight, the first one to get hurt would definitely be himself!
"Walk?"
Ba Zunzun's shoulder was about to be broken by Haitang'er, but his body didn't turn to the side at all. He said coldly: "Look at him, does he look like he will let us go?"
Gou Wuyue remained silent, staring at the remaining saint slaves in the scene with a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.
Everyone feels a lot of pressure.
Obviously I haven’t even moved my clothes...
It was obvious that Gou Wuyue was the only one who took action...
But all the words and deeds of the other party seemed to be stating an indisputable fact: "You are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!"
"Let go." Bazun said in a deep voice.
"But……"
If Haitang'er doesn't let him go, he can't let the leader die in vain.
"I said, let go!"
The eyes of the Eight Masters were condensed, and the void seemed to tremble with it. Wisps of white mist rose from the ground, and the heaven and earth were filled with an unknown atmosphere.
"Well!"
Haitang'er's face wrinkled, and blood oozed from her hands.
He quickly let go of his hand and stood beside him, not daring to get closer.
"Do you want me to say it a third time?"
But Ba Zunzhen's voice was completely cold, his eyes were fixed on Gou Wuyue, he concentrated for a moment, and his voice sounded like thunder: "Let go!"
boom!
The void exploded.
The white silk mist that rose from the ground penetrated into the void. At this moment, the expressions of the white-clothed people in the audience changed drastically, and everyone became commotion.
Even though they were far apart, everyone felt pain all over their bodies at this moment, as if there were thousands of needles and threads trying to shuttle through their bodies, or seeming to come out of their bodies.
"Puff puff……"
Someone in the white clothes couldn't hold on anymore, and the sound of blood spurting sounded.
Haitang'er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that the hand holding the sword was trembling violently, and there was also white sword mist scattered on it.
Only then did he fully realize that the three words of "let go" that he had just heard from the leader were not addressed to himself, but to Gou Wuyue.
"The art of observing swords..."
Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she understood what these white sword mist were.
Sword read!
The "Sword Observation Manual" uniquely created by the eight masters can not only observe all the spiritual swords in the world and strengthen one's own body, but also can observe the body of the sword immortal and injure the enemy with the naked eye!
"Can't you hold it in any longer?"
Gou Wuyue felt relieved, smiled softly, and said: "I thought I had to kill all your people before you would choose to fight me, but now..."
With a sneer, Nulan's voice was pulled out of Cenchofu's body.
Gou Wuyue's sword twirled, the afterimages and spiritual energy rolled around, and Cen Qiaofu was ejected.
"puff!"
Cen Qiaofu, who lost the damage from Mo Jian and the suppression of Taixu's power, recovered his head in an instant, but he still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
His face was full of awe, but his eyes were extremely determined.
"Haitang'er!"
There was a final call and no further words.
But everyone knew that this guy was unwilling to give in.
He was unprepared before and was captured within one round. Now, he still has to keep his promise.
Let Haitang'er take Ba Zunzhen and go first, and then take the lead!
"Crack."
He took out a thin branch without leaves from his arms, Cenqiao broke it, opened his mouth and swallowed half of it.
"The shadowy branches of the blood tree?"
Haitang'er screamed in shock: "Woodcutter, no!"
Cen Qiaofu, however, stretched out his hand to signal for silence.
He has made up his mind.
This battle must be fought by oneself.
The first one can take action, but not now!
"Kaka——"
There was a soft sound of bones cracking, and Cenjov's body twisted slightly, as if drastic changes were going on inside his body.
Then, his body stooped, his clothes were torn on his back, and a gloomy blood-colored branch broke open.
Cenqiaofu's already old face suddenly lost all color.
On his body, there was barely any flesh and blood.
But as the blood branch on his back swelled, all the flesh and blood seemed to be drained away, and the person immediately became skin and bones.
"Wow!"
The blood branch was nourished and grew vigorously. In an instant, the tree crown opened and turned into a tall and strong blood tree, taking root on Cenjov's back.
Cenqiaofu seemed to be a little unconscious, his voice was low, but he still struggled to say one word:
"Walk……"
Bazun's eyes flickered, his eyes narrowed, and his four fingers clenched tightly.
"First seat!"
Haitang'er's voice was full of anxiety.
"One of the nine ancestral trees... the blood branch?"
Gou Wuyue was a little surprised when she saw Cen Qiaofu's change, and then looked at Ba Zunzun in amusement.
"When did the Eighth Sword Immortal, who had dominated his entire life, fall to the point where he needed his subordinates to protect him to the death, but he chose to live in an ignoble way?"
"Gou Wu..." A cold light burst out from the eyes of the Eight Masters, and they took a step forward.
"excuse me."
Haitang'er ignored it and slapped the back of his head hard, directly implanting the "Maze Flower Seed" into Ba Zunzhen's head.
"I?"
Bazun's eyes dimmed, and his body fell directly downwards.
"Flowers bloom half way across the world, and the whole world is filled with confusion!"
Haitang'er used her left hand to wrap her arms around the eight unconscious bodies that were defenseless against her.
With a flick of his sleeves and robes, the earth on the ground buzzed, and alluring flowers bloomed. In an instant, the earth was so barren and cracked by the exotic flowers and rare plants.
"Huh~"
When the wind blows, the mist of flowers blurs everyone's sight.
Haitang'er hugged the unconscious body of Bazun Shu and disappeared.
"Damn it!"
"Do it, don't let these guys escape, the formation... the sky cover of the Overturning Kingdom is activated!"
"Return to your position, return to your position! With Senior Wuyue here, there is nothing to be afraid of in Hua Xiang's Hometown. We only need to hold our position. There is no need at all..."
"boom!"
An explosion dispersed the slightly flustered discussion in Bai Yi.
Immediately, everyone saw a light blue and blood-red figure volleying past in front of the eyes among the rising and falling mist.
"this……"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
light blue……
Among the entire audience, apart from a certain cluster in the sea of flowers, the only one with light blue is Senior Wuyue, right?
Senior Wuyue, was taken away?
"Whoosh!"
Another streak of blood shot out.
As everyone's pupils trembled, they saw that under the blessing of the blood tree, Cen Qiaofu, whose speed had changed so much that no one else could react, was already flying into the sky, holding the Immortal Ax high in his hand.
"Holy God, break!"
An ax struck down.
Even if it was attacked by the Eight Masters, it could quickly recover from the Heavenly Cover, but it was actually split in half on the spot!
Later.
"Rumble..."
Points of light burst out all over the sky.
The Sky Canopy of Fuguo was blown up!
"Fuck!"
"What kind of attack power is this?"
"The blood tree... are you kidding? It's just a branch of the blood tree. Even if it can increase the attack and defense speed and combat awareness of the spiritual master, how can it make it so terrifying?"
"This, this, this...could it be because the person who was blessed is a furious Taixu?"
"Fuck! Look up there!!"
Bai Yi's voice gradually became more frightening as time went by.
Because they could notice that Cen Qiaofu, who had shattered the Sky Canopy with his axe, had lowered his head.
The scarlet and inhuman eyes were like those of ghostly beasts.
Under a brief gaze, Cenjov raised his axe.
"Swish, brush, brush, brush..."
His hands turned into afterimages.
Everyone's eyes were blurred, and when they reacted, the tens of thousands of ax beams swung by Cenchofu had already struck!
"Nima..."
At this moment, everyone's hearts went cold.
Furious Taixu, with the Panxian Ax blessed by the blood tree outside...
Who in the audience can resist this attack?
"You dare!"
At the critical moment, Gou Wuyue's figure reappeared.
Those with sharp eyes could see that its back was stained red with blood.
Obviously, even Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was convinced at the moment when the mist rose.
Although Cenjov seemed to have fallen down in one round before.
But too much is too much.
Even if the blood tree had not increased, Cen Qiaofu could have almost killed Gou Wuyue when he was in a daze.
"Sword Net!"
The situation was critical, Gou Wuyue didn't think twice.
He pulled up the famous sword hanging upside down in the air at the speed of light. The moment the Qingmo sword shadow overlapped into the sound of Nulan, the ground rose up with the light of tens of thousands of swords intersecting horizontally and vertically.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light intercepted the tens of thousands of ax rays.
But with such a delay, Gou Wuyue, who was unable to return with his sword, was exposed to Cen Qiaofu's ax blade.
"Sa!"
An inhuman voice came out of Cenqiaofu's mouth.
No one noticed the change, as his body disintegrated on the spot, and then solidified behind Gou Wuyue.
"boom!"
For several miles in the void, a cross ax flashed.
Black hole replaces everything!
"Boo~"
The expected bloody light did not appear.
Gou Wuyue was lifted up by an axe, and her body turned into crystal fragments and withered away.
"Illusion Sword Technique!"
Everyone below was horrified to see it, but they couldn't help shouting out loud, and their hearts were surging.
not dead!
Senior Wuyue is not dead!
Fortunately...
Ah, what a blessing, Senior Wuyue didn't die, isn't that what he should have done?
He is a swordsman!
The battle situation on the field was tense.
Gou Wuyue's body didn't stop at all. When the phantom body disintegrated and reappeared, he had already raised his sword upside down and stabbed Cenqiao Fu Tianling Gai fiercely.
"Soul Nailing Sword!"
"Buzz——"
A blue ripple spread out from the void, and Cenchofu seemed to be in a daze, unable to react. His head to chin was penetrated on the spot.
However, no blood spurted out.
All the flesh and blood in his body had already been sacrificed to the blood tree.
"Ouch!!!"
Accompanied by a hoarse roar, the voice of the famous sword Nulan dimmed.
Afterwards, the blood tree behind Cenqiaofu grew wildly again.
The branch that shot out not only absorbed the power of the famous sword, but also wrapped around the sword body and was about to wrap around Gou Wuyue's body.
Gou Wuyue hurriedly shook the sword, chopped the branches of the blood tree into pieces, and pulled the sword away.
As one of the nine ancestral trees, the blood tree has terrifying devouring power.
This can be seen from the fact that Cen Qiaofu couldn't even bear it.
"Number thirty-three!"
After Gou Wuyue drew his sword, he did not hesitate to fight, but shouted loudly.
Then, as soon as his eyelids were closed, he seemed to be sensing, and then his figure flew away out of thin air into the distance.
"Leave……"
Cenqiaofu muttered unconsciously, pointed his toes slightly, and when he shot out, he was hit by a high-intensity whip in the air, and was whipped into a deep pit underground.
"Your opponent is me."
The figure of No. 33 appeared out of thin air.
He lowered his head and glanced at his right leg, which was pricked with holes by branches of the blood tree between attacks, and was very surprised.
If you were a human being, if you had blood...
Come to think of it, after that slap on the leg, he must have been dead!
"Roar!!!"
After Cenjou roared like a beast, he pressed his hands on the ground.
"Bang, bludgeon, bludgeon..."
The earth fell apart.
The blood tree took root and grew vigorously in an instant, directly turning the open space for several miles around into a dense blood forest.
The scene in the forest suddenly became a little bloody...
"Swish swish!"
"Bang bang bang!"
"Ahhhh——"
After a moment of pause, the blood tree danced like a madman.
The branches twitched randomly, and Bai Yi, who was slower to react, was pricked by the branches, and was instantly whipped into a dead body with a wailing sound.
"Nima..."
No. 33 looked at the horrifying movement below, remained silent for a long time, and then uttered a sigh learned from the human world.
This scene cannot be said to be spectacular and breathtaking!
Even though he was a puppet of Tianji, his scalp started to tingle at the thought of being here and fighting the Taixu monster carrying a blood tree on his back.
"Hey, I don't seem to have a scalp?"
Shortening his body, No. 33 kicked his toes in the void, and jumped down below.
Saving Baiyi from fire and water is our mission as a puppet of heaven!
