Bang!
Demonic energy bursts into the mist.
When the space crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could still vaguely see Sang Lao, who couldn't control the arrow. The arrow instantly penetrated him and was enveloped by endless demonic energy.
The arrow can break through the body that is not tempered.
But against Sang Lao, he failed to completely explode his body.
However, the terrifying thing about the evil sin bow arrows is not the impact of the explosive form, but the demonization.
There was a faint sound.
The space rift is closed.
It is difficult for Xu Xiaoshou to get a glimpse of the follow-up.
He used three days of freezing to completely freeze himself to prevent the space debris from completely shattering his body.
A flash of red light passed before his eyes.
"brat……"
The storyteller appeared and held the ice sculpture in one hand.
At this time, even he could no longer think about joking.
Silently retreating with them, the two of them broke away from the space flow, cut into the void from the other side, and stayed away from the battlefield.
As for the second child...
The storyteller did not choose to backtrack.
With his ability, he could go to the past or die.
After all, even Gou Wuyue, who was hit in the head by a punch, could not die easily.
He couldn't resist Taixu and could only protect himself.
What's more, it's the Sword Immortal in Taixu!
…
"Hurry up!"
"Follow up, keep up."
"The sword world has been broken, and the battle must end. At this time, our role comes into play. It is essential to clean up the mess. It cannot be later."
"Tianji, I didn't expect that the second-in-command of the Saint Slave would also appear. I don't know what the final battle with Senior Wuyue will be like..."
"fart!"
"You don't have to think about this. Senior Wuyue must have completely defeated the Holy Slave. Is there any other ending?"
"You know, that's one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, the two masters of the Holy Temple... Huh?"
A crowd of people in white clothes rushed to the battlefield.
The conversation was filled with regrets for not being able to watch the battle in person.
After all, that was the battle of Taixu.
Even Zhan Dao is trying to get some insights from it, so that if there is any possibility in the future, he can better advance himself and enter the legendary realm.
However, amid the heated words, Zhen Da arrived on the battlefield, and everyone was shocked and speechless.
Among the crumbling mountains in the distance, a headless corpse slowly floated in the air.
Everyone looked away.
But he saw that the headless corpse was in ragged clothes and covered in red.
But between the ruined clothes and sleeves, a hint of light blue could be vaguely seen.
Among the entire audience, the only one wearing blue clothes was Wuyue Sword Immortal!
"this……"
Everyone was shocked.
Moonless Sword Immortal, was his head shot?
"Oh my god, is this the damage caused by the second-in-command of the Saint Slave?"
"These mountains, these ruined cliffs, what happened here...?"
"Senior Wuyue, are you still alive?"
No. 33 held the unconscious Cenchofu with one hand and stared at the floating figure in blue with confusion.
He could smell a touch of vitality from it.
But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Senior Wuyue would be so severely injured!
Is the second-in-command of the Saint Slave really that powerful?
"Whoosh!"
In a flash, he immediately appeared beside the headless body.
"Senior Wuyue?"
"I...it's okay." Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand to stop him and stepped forward to help him.
No. 33 looked at the broken body that even had its headband and neck missing.
No problem...
He was silent for a moment.
"Look!"
Among the white clothes, several noises broke out again.
Everyone looked sideways and saw between the black holes in the sky, a ball of power that was also black but completely different from the power of the black hole was surging in mid-air.
"Demon energy?"
Everyone was surprised.
This demonic energy does not look like the evil energy of the four swords, but more like the demonic energy that explodes when the seven emotions and six desires in the heart are detonated at the same time.
"who?"
Shrouded in magic mist, no one can see its appearance.
Based on the judgment, this person must be the other party in the battle - the second in command of the Holy Slave, sleeveless!
"Arrows from the sinful bow?"
Among those in white clothes, those with experience have already seen something.
At that time, the arrow that pierced through the void could not only be seen by those who were in the battle situation in the Eighth Palace.
In the entire Eastern Region, almost everyone who has reached the throne or above can get a glimpse of the terrifying power.
Now, Wuxiu's ending is nothing more than being shot by the arrow of love for the common people.
"So, Senior Wuyue can't take down Saint Slave Wuxiu alone, and he needs Master Cangsheng's help to shoot an arrow to completely take him down?"
Immediately, Baiyi started to think about it.
The scene was like this, and there was no room for them not to think too much.
"Shut up!"
No. 33 immediately yelled.
These people thought they lived too long. Senior Wuyue was only shot in the head, but his consciousness was not completely lost!
When the people in white were shocked, they seemed to realize that they had made a mistake, and they all chose to keep silent.
The cyan Taixu power is entangled.
Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and it took him a full quarter of an hour before his head was fully grown.
"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."
There was a low groan, Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of thoughts, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.
With a flick of his backhand, the realm was released, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.
No. 33 was surprised.
This woman may have never been seen by others, but his knowledge base contains information about this person.
"Miss Zhiwen."
After bowing slightly, No. 33's voice was a little more respectful.
Yu Zhiwen didn't pay attention at all. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.
"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Xu Xiaoshou?" Gou Wuyue was slightly startled.
"Golden giant!" Yu Zhiwen's eyes were full of worry.
Gou Wuyue understood immediately.
Xiaoshi Tanji...
It turned out that it was not his real name.
Would Xu Xiaoshou also be a false title for that young man?
"Are you familiar with him?"
Gou Wuyue asked softly.
His eyes caught sight of Sang Qiye, who was still roaring and struggling in the void.
The second-in-command of the Saint Slave had lost consciousness and only had violent desires. Even though his head had not yet recovered, the "Man is a Sword" gesture could freeze him in place, preventing him from making any random moves.
"Cooked!"
Yu Zhiwen nodded solemnly and turned to look as well.
He knew that the arrow of love for the common people was shot at Xu Xiaoshou.
Although I don’t know the reason, but judging from the results...
"He He……"
Yu Zhiwen pointed at the magic mist, his voice trembling, "Did you get hit by an arrow?"
Looking at this scene on the 33rd, he already noticed something.
He retreated silently and disappeared.
What follows is obviously not something he can listen to.
"not him."
Gou Wuyue shook his head: "The one who was hit by the arrow was his master, Sang Qiye, and the Xu Xiaoshou you mentioned...is gone."
Yu Zhiwen looked stern.
Then his voice softened, as if he was relieved.
"Here?"
She seemed to be muttering to herself, repeating it unconsciously.
Gou Wuyue looked at her reaction, raised the corners of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, "You two are familiar with each other, what's the relationship?"
"I……"
Yu Zhiwen suddenly heard the overtones of the words and his ears turned red.
"No, Senior Wuyue."
"It's not what you think. I met him in the White Cave. This man is very powerful. I just want to...draw him into the Holy Temple."
"That's all."
Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "That's it?"
"Um."
Yu Zhiwen's eyes wandered and he looked away.
She saw a crowd of white clothes and realized that at this moment, she had left the white cave and was in the eighth palace.
That is to say, the war in the meantime is most likely over.
What I just encountered was just the scene at the end.
"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Gou Wuyue muttered to himself and did not pursue the relationship between the two too much.
In other words, the focus on the young Saint Slave has now suppressed his pure curiosity about the private affairs of the Saint in front of him.
"You said you met him among the saint slaves. Do you know him well?"
"Um."
"How deep?"
Gou Wuyue paused for a moment and then added: "You said you wanted to draw this person into the Holy Temple. Why?"
Xu Xiaoshou's ever-changing look flashed through Yu Zhiwen's mind, a little anxiously.
"This person is very powerful, whether it's potential, strategy, or skills..."
"He's different from anyone I've ever met."
Yu Zhiwen turned his head, looked at Gou Wuyue intently, and emphasized: "Among all the young people I have met at the headquarters."
After a pause, she concluded.
"He is very strong. Given time, he will surely reach the heights of his predecessors. He must be recruited into the Holy Temple and into the headquarters."
"Because he is now in a decision-making period. If one of them fails, it is very likely..."
Seeing Gou Wuyue's expression that suddenly fell into deep thought, Yu Zhiwen's words paused.
"senior?"
My height... Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked directly at the magic mist in mid-air.
Xu Xiaoshou's performance in loving the common people really shocked him.
And this person is not only a disciple of Sang Qiye, but also a training target of Bazunzhen.
Yu knew what Wen said, and Gou Wuyue never despised it.
He even felt that with such help, the young man had grown up.
"Maybe it's more than just my height..."
Thinking in her heart, Gou Wuyue did not express her thoughts.
He looked at Yu Zhiwen and sighed: "Xiaoyu, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something."
"ha?"
Yu Zhiwen's red lips opened, a little confused.
"I already said that."
Gou Wuyue pointed at the demonic energy ball, "He is Xu Xiaoshou's master!"
"?"
Yu Zhiwen couldn't react for a while.
Gou Wuyue sighed: "Don't you know yet that your so-called Xu Xiaoshou has completely joined the Saint Slave?"
Boom.
Yu Zhiwen's heart suddenly shrank.
When she reacted, her face instantly turned pale.
Stiffly casting his gaze on the demonic aura again, Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up.
Yes.
This is the second in command of the Holy Slave, sleeveless.
In other words, this is Mr. Sang, the vice-president of Tiansang Ling Palace.
Xu Xiaoshou’s master...
In other words, is he really a Saint slave?
At that time, the conclusion that I had deduced in the white cave, but was directly denied from my heart, suddenly popped into my mind.
Yu Zhiwen was speechless for a while.
There is no way around it...
This was her true feeling at the moment.
"So it turns out that all of this has been doomed a long time ago?"
…
"well."
As someone who has been through this, how can Gou Wuyue not see through the little Jiujiu in the heart of the girl in front of her that is not only about righteousness?
But the positions are different and the camps are different.
Some people and some fates are destined to be this way and cannot be changed.
He said nothing and did not persuade.
As a saint of the Holy Temple, Yu Zhiwen has the highest level of consciousness in the Holy Temple. Such external emotions cannot affect the perseverance in her heart.
He sighed and walked towards the demonic aura.
The endgame is about to end...
"sword."
A move of the hand.
The famous sword Nulan rose up from the ground with a "clang" sound and went straight into the palm of his hand.
Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.
"All..."
All the people in white clothes were waiting solemnly.
Even No. 33 straightened his body.
But Gou Wuyue hasn't given the order yet.
Suddenly, an illusory pink and white begonia flower bloomed quietly beneath the demonic air mass in the void.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
In an instant, many people in white clothes looked alertly.
The begonia flowers were enclosed from the bottom, as if they were trying to steal away the people present.
"How dare you?!"
Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.
One thing he really didn't expect was that Haitang'er, who had already escaped, would dare to come back again?
With an angry shout, the famous sword turned into a stream of cyan light and came out of his hand. Just as the Begonia flower was about to close, it completely pierced through it with a bang and exploded to pieces.
Gou Wuyue's heart was high and she couldn't let go.
As soon as he stepped forward, he jumped to Sang Qiye's side.
With one move from Xiu Pao, he instantly recovered it.
After doing all this, he was surprised to find that he was already covered in cold sweat.
Indeed, this wave of saint slaves came back again and again, hitting everyone at the most comfortable and lazy moment. Even he Gou Wuyue almost accidentally let others succeed.
"fine."
"Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn't resist..."
Before Gou Wuyue's feeling of joy could fully bloom, her thoughts suddenly froze and she realized something was wrong.
If Haitang'er leaves and comes back, what about the eight acquaintances?
When Bazun Ruoye returned, how could he not steal Sang Qiye back when he was in a daze?
A chill ran down his spine, Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank, and he had already thought of something.
He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of No. 33.
"Yo."
A boo sounded.
"You look a little sluggish. Are you old, Gou Wuyue?"
Bazun's tone was teasing, but his cloudy eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
With this sound, the temperature of the whole place suddenly dropped.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Eight Masters!"
Bai Yi exclaimed, full of shock.
At this time, no one could have expected that the legendary person would actually dare to leave and come back!
"The Eight Masters..."
No. 33 felt that his whole body was a little stiff.
Through the shocking gazes of many people in white clothes, even if he didn't have spiritual thoughts, he could still guess who the person standing behind him was from the direction of everyone's gaze.
"die!"
Still holding Cenjou in his hand, No. 33 did not dare to neglect him at all, and punched him with his backhand, slamming it out.
"No-"
Gou Wuyue shouted.
But it's too late.
The arrow is on the string and must be fired.
No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who was only rumored.
When he turned over and retreated, he was about to hit his head with a violent punch.
"Buzz~"
The empty air flow spreads out.
Time seems to have completely slowed down at this moment.
From the corner of No. 33's eyes, he could still see Senior Wuyue's anxious expression as he exclaimed, and he could also see the worried looks and actions of his companions in white.
And the person in front of me...
The eight wise men are smiling.
The fist was close to the door, and he only glanced sideways at the slightest distance.
"laugh!"
No. 33 felt something sharp being born in his arm, and then saw his right arm flying through the air, completely separated from his body.
"this……"
My heart trembled.
Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked his legs and hit him with a knee.
But the movement is still extremely slow, not even one ten thousandth of the turtle speed!
Bazun is still smiling.
He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.
The same tingling sensation started in my knees.
"laugh!"
The broken leg was empty and he slowly broke away.
Number 33 still wanted to struggle and resist.
"well."
Bazun sighed, stepped forward, and stepped on the front of the Begonia flower.
boom!
Everyone in the audience felt that time and space were slow to restore order.
But No. 33 in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded with several blows in the interplay of endless sword thoughts.
A golden energy core was smashed out.
Everyone wanted to support him, but they felt that the flow of time in the world was slowing down again.
Immediately afterwards, I saw Ba Zunqi holding the small dead branch in his hand, gently poking and twirling the energy core.
"Snapped!"
The energy core is shattered.
Time and space are restored to order.
Gou Wuyue's footsteps were barely able to lift, and Bai Yi's heartbeat had just slowed down.
However.
Number 33, gone!
"Bang bang bang..."
The pieces of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, making a thumping sound.
Cen Qiaofu's figure fell to the ground and was swallowed up by the begonia flowers.
Everyone looked at the man standing on top of the petals, and they were silent for a moment.
He clearly knows that only acquired cultivation...
He was obviously so hesitant before and didn't dare to take action...
But why...
"cough."
Bazunzhen interrupted everyone's thoughts with a slight cough, and the look in his eyes was completely different from before.
When everyone took a look, their eyes stung and their souls felt cold.
The cold killing intent was completely different from before.
"I didn't want to kill anyone..."
Bazun murmured, slowly tapping the dead branches on his palms, and then looked around, with no trace of compassion in his eyes, and changed the topic.
"Sang Qiye, you can take her away. Anyway, I won't be able to relieve the evil spirit of loving the common people."
The voice paused.
He raised his chest slightly, breathed out to the sky, and his words were a little more sullen, calming all directions.
"But now that I'm back, I will kill seven hundred people in white clothes and do it for my friend!"
"You can take people away...but if my friend dies, I will kill him in the temple and kill the osmanthus flowers all over the mountain!"
