Dark clouds are pressing down on the top, and the Jianhe River is the boundary.
There was a chilling atmosphere in the field.
"furious!"
Gou Wuyue had not yet moved, but there was someone in the white clothes who could not suppress his anger.
There is no doubt that among everyone present, there is a throne, and there is also a Zhan Dao.
Perhaps Jian Xiu believed in the Eighth Sword Immortal like a god, but there were more than just sword cultivators in the world.
"You rickets, are you lying about waiting for fish and meat?"
Accompanied by an angry rebuke, a man in white clothes flew out and arrived in awe as he was chanting the incantation of Sanskrit sounds that was so overwhelming that his head was about to explode.
"Wang Rang!"
"No-"
Exclaims of exclamation arose at the right time.
But with too much to worry about, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions.
"Break new life without boundaries!"
Wang Rang raised his big hand with flying objects flying from his beard.
A dark golden light opened up, directly covering the entire audience.
For a moment, the world seemed to be completely silent.
The sound of wind, shouts, the sound of swords...
Completely missing!
Except for the awe-inspiring blue sword river that was still there, even the voices of the eight great Buddhas that were familiar with the mantra were eliminated in an instant.
"Zhan Dao?"
The eight masters looked sideways, but there was no wave in their eyes.
This type of void realm can indeed eliminate all the negative conditions in this place that are not conducive to Bai Yi in a short period of time.
However, even Gou Wuyue was speechless under his scolding.
How dare this guy come out of nowhere to point fingers at him?
"Rickets?"
Bazun murmured and laughed.
His back was indeed slightly stooped, and he no longer looked like a strong man.
Even if you stand with your chest high, standing on the top of the Buddha.
The heavy pressure from the years is still overwhelming.
It can be left to his own time.
Without Gou Wuyue's support, how could this person dare to be so rampant?
"First."
Ba Zunzhen raised a finger towards Gou Wuyue.
Gou Wuyue's eyes flashed with surprise, already aware that something was wrong.
A green sword energy suddenly exploded from his body. In an instant, the sword energy that had fixed him was broken. Then he picked up the sword and charged forward with his momentum.
"Naihe!"
The green sword river suddenly moved, and then endless sword energy rushed in like water from a broken dam.
With a bang, the bodies of the Eight Masters were shattered by the water of the Sword River.
But when the figure disappeared, the sarcastic smile on the corners of his lips seemed to indicate something.
"careful!"
Gou Wuyue reacted instantly and yelled at Wang Rang.
Others may not be able to tell, but he doesn't know that the reason why the Eighth Sword Immortal is known as the Eighth Sword Immortal and the belief of the Eastern Region Sword Cultivator is because he has perfectly mastered the nine sword techniques of the ancient sword cultivator!
Not one of them.
But nine!
"Illusion swordsmanship?"
Wang Rang in white also seemed to understand something.
He has fought with ancient sword cultivators, so he naturally knows that this is a sword technique that uses space as a mirror to transform into phantoms, and even when it reaches its peak, it can turn phantoms into reality.
But the eight acquaintances were shattered under Gou Wuyue's sword river.
However, he couldn't notice the other party at all.
"where is he?"
For a moment, Wang Rang was a little scared.
He cultivated his cultivation by cutting down the Tao, and even cut down the Great Dao.
But at this moment, there was no trace of a mere acquired cultivation guy.
Absolutely ridiculous!
"did you find it?"
A laughter suddenly sounded in my heart.
Wang Rang's pupils shrank, and the spiritual energy all over his body exploded, protecting his body instantly.
Even the realm suddenly shrunk by half.
But even so, the echo of laughter was still completely unstoppable.
The frightening voice of the Eight Masters sounded again:
"Little guy, how many years have you been practicing? Have you been practicing for thirty years?"
"You haven't fully cultivated the Tao yet. No matter how fast you cut the Tao, there are still aspects you haven't realized yet."
"I can see the phantom sword technique very clearly, but have you ever seen another form of the Nine Sword Techniques - the Heart Sword Technique?"
Heart swordsmanship?
Wang Rang was stunned.
He has heard of it!
But this long-lost swordsmanship.
Let alone meeting him, he didn't even know what kind of attack he used.
Judging from the name alone, it is possible that after the Eight Masters disappeared, they went to their own...
In your heart?
"Nonsense!"
Wang Rang was very frightened by himself.
How can a physical person get into the heart of a person?
He is the Eight Masters, not Yu Lingdi!
"Not ridiculous."
It was obviously just the voice of his heart, but Ba Zunzun understood everything about Wang Rang.
After this sound, Wang Rang turned his eyes and suddenly noticed that everyone in the audience, including Gou Wuyue.
In everyone's heart, a little person is vaguely reflected.
——Eight Masters!
"The sword technique of the heart is formed by observing the appearance, and is placed in the entity. Anyone who desires, fears, fears, and joys..."
"The eight-square color is moved by emotion, and the nameless place is revealed and formed into a shadow..."
"What the heart speaks of is spirit and god..."
Wang Rang felt like he was going crazy.
The Mi Mi Sanskrit music obviously only had the words "Om Mani Padme Hum" at the beginning, but when the little man was imaged in the bottom of his eyes, the six words that he heard often repeated could be directly remembered in his mind. Interpretation.
"wrong!"
A chill ran down his spine, and Wang Rang discovered to his horror that this question was not important at all.
The important thing is, under your own "unbounded reincarnation", shouldn't you eliminate everything you want to eliminate?
How could the Great Dao Sanskrit sound reappear?
As if not to scare people to death, Bazun's familiar laughter came out again.
"Little guy, do you think that I am too weak? How can you think so easily of someone who even Gou Wuyue has to treat with caution..."
"Can you see through my magic sword skills so quickly?"
When Wang Rang was shocked, the villain he saw standing above everyone's hearts disappeared instantly.
The next second, they turned into golden Buddha statues.
The Buddha statue was not restrained by the body. In an instant, it came out of the body and transformed into a gigantic Buddha.
"Om mani padme hum..."
Hong Zhong and Da Luyin were so shocked that his eyes blurred and his mind went blank.
Even he himself didn't realize that when the first sound sounded, his temples exploded on the spot.
And the follow-up was settled word by word.
After almost "bang bang bang" a few times, his limbs and body all shattered and died.
"die……"
So fast!
…
"Ouch!"
In Huang Liang's dream, Wang Rang seemed to have lost his footing in a dream. He was suddenly startled and broke out in a cold sweat.
He blinked and looked up.
The moment he realized that he still had eyes and was not dead yet, the scene in front of him shocked him completely and left him speechless.
I saw the eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statues standing among the dead branches, and their "unbounded existence" could not penetrate their bodies at all from the beginning.
When the swollen realm sphere touched the dead branches, it was deformed by the unknown huge force.
However, no matter how deformed it is, it cannot wrap around the Eight Deities and can only continue to extend outwards.
In the face of that incredible control of power, the realm has not been broken, it has only been extended, extended, and extended...
"this!"
Baiyi's exclamation suddenly sounded.
"what's the situation?"
"Wang Rang, isn't Wang Rang dead?"
"I clearly saw his whole body explode. What's going on?"
"Oh My God……"
Turning his head, Wang Rang was shocked to find that not only was he deceived by the phantom sword technique, but all the people in white clothes in the room seemed to have seen the scene he had just seen.
He is still alive.
That means that the scene just now was not real.
But such a real feeling of death, it is not real, that is...
"Illusion swordsmanship?"
Wang Rang turned his head stiffly, trying to see something from Gou Wuyue's eyes.
But except for the shock deep in his eyes, he found nothing.
"So, even Jianhe's broken body is fake?"
"Not even Senior Wuyue can see through the phantom sword skills that the Eight Masters are proficient in?"
Wang Rang was horrified.
He really didn't understand why this guy with acquired skills could do this.
Even though he is an ancient sword cultivator and the former Eighth Sword Immortal.
But what about the ban on martial arts?
After so many years of suppression, even if the other party has some kind of power to break the restriction, is it possible that they can really ignore it all?
Besides, what about Gou Wuyue?
Even the former Eighth Sword Immortal was still only the Eighth Sword Immortal.
He failed to obtain the title of Seven Swordsmen, so he could not be regarded as a master of swordsmanship in the true sense.
But now, one of the real Seven Swordsmen is ahead.
Even he can't see through the swordsmanship that the eight masters are proficient in?
"Can't you see through it?"
The laughter in his heart rang out again. Wang Rang nodded slightly subconsciously, then realized what he was doing and immediately looked up at the person on top of the Buddha in shock.
But that person...
Among the eight deities, only Gou Wuyue has eyes.
This question was not addressed to him, Wang Rang, but to Gou Wuyue!
"Ignore..."
This kind of sadness and anger caused by being completely ignored and used as a tool for strong men to test their combat prowess was something Wang Rang had never experienced since he became a Zhan Dao.
This feeling of weakness was what he hated.
But this reality is helpless and completely powerless.
Wang Rang began to break out in cold sweat.
Gou Wuyue's side was also silent.
There was disbelief in his eyes, as if he had thought of something and was completely lost.
The eight statues standing on top of the Buddha statues smiled knowingly, and with a touch of dead branches in their hands, the realm suddenly collapsed.
"If you can't see through it, then you can't protect this person."
After Kaoran finished speaking, the Eight Masters made a stroke with the dead branch in their hands.
"The Taoist is instant."
brush!
A ray of silver light pierced the sky.
Three Thousand Sword Ways - Instant Way!
While the blood was flying, Wang Rang felt that the world was turning upside down, and in a certain scene from the hovering world picture, there was a headless corpse spurting out blood...
The blood is still hot.
The headless corpse also looked very familiar.
"I?"
Wang Rang's eyes widened and he refused to close them.
But the world is getting darker and darker, and even if I don't close my eyes, it's still hard to see.
…
"Zhan Dao?"
The Eight Masters put down the dead branches and sighed, "It's just a realm."
He looked at Tiandao, and the thought of sword flashed in his eyes.
"Rumble--"
The rules of the avenue appeared, and at this glance, they were cut into endless pieces and withered one after another.
silent.
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone looked in a daze.
Not a single person could imagine that under the ban on martial arts, someone could still destroy the way of heaven with a single glance and not even give Wang Rang a chance to resurrect.
"Observe...sword...skills?"
White clothes are tough.
Everyone saw this pattern.
But they are not from the same era, and they have not fought in person. They are just wandering around in hearsay, imagining that it is a rumor that has been widely used...
In this situation, who would have thought.
Can sword-watching be so direct and straightforward?
Not even a word of nonsense.
One glance.
The world shattered into pieces and the Taoist owl was beheaded!
"The Eight Masters..."
Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly, her brows were trembling, and her fingers were clenching.
He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. It seemed that the eight acquaintances of the past were really going to stand in front of him as an opponent.
Even, in a more arrogant way!
"Your cultivation..."
Gou Wuyue was speechless. The famous sword Nulan's voice was buzzing and trembling. She seemed to be struck by the sight of the sky and the earth and was so frightened that she was throbbing.
"Hahaha!"
Bazun raised his head and laughed. For a long time, he dug his head with a dead branch, his brows stood up, with a funny look on his face.
"Gou Wuyue, up to this point, are you still worrying about such trivial matters?"
"This is no small matter!" Gou Wuyue's eyes widened.
Ba Zunzun's face became solemn, and his cold voice struck his head: "Then you are too small!"
There was a loud bang in her mind, and Gou Wuyue went blank for a moment.
pattern……
Small?
There were hundreds of people in white clothes, all of them with shocked expressions on their faces, looking at the wanton man on top of the Buddha.
Bazun shook his head, looking at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment. After being silent for a while, he continued to speak:
"From the moment I showed up, all your concerns have been too one-sided and too restrictive."
"You never talk about my ambitions, you only want to impose your own plans and wishes on me."
"If you don't listen to what he says, you will cover everything with your own voice."
"I have to say that the Seven Swordsmen and the name of the Lord have completely blocked you!"
Gou Wuyue's heart beat wildly when she heard this, and she followed the others and raised her eyes.
But he saw that the backlit Buddha's phantom was rising in aura, and even the extremely slovenly man on it seemed to be endowed with a layer of pale golden light.
Ba Zunzhen paused for a breath and remembered Gou Wuyue's previous question, which was very funny.
He raised the dead branch in his hand, stared at it for a long time, and murmured: "From my sword, to my cultivation, to my figure..."
"Ricky?"
"Ah!"
The Eight Lords sneered knowingly, "I talk to you about my position, you talk to me about your doubts, I talk about your ambitions with you, you talk about your strength... Even the gods cannot wake up people who close their eyes to themselves!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he obviously didn't want to talk any more nonsense.
There was a bang.
The spiritual energy exploded, and the eight acquaintances slowly soared into the sky.
At this moment, everyone was shocked.
Even Haitang'er, who was hiding in the space, was shocked.
"fly?"
Isn't this exclusive to innate cultivation?
Looking at it again, the Eight Masters, whose aura was constantly rising, seemed to have broken into the innate realm at this moment.
It seems that whether there is a breakthrough in cultivation or not, it all depends on one thought.
Gou Wuyue had a premonition that something was bad and wanted to do something.
But under the acquaintance of the eight masters who slowly soared into the sky, everyone felt the weight drop, and their bodies could not stop rickets and trembling.
The eight statues know how to look up to the sky.
When Taixu is angry, dark clouds gather; when the famous sword is raised, the sword river flows.
These are nothing!
He regarded Gou Wuyue as a good friend, and even if his stance was different, he still wanted to wake her up.
But now, there is no need to say anything more.
As the saying goes, even the gods cannot wake up those who close their eyes.
If you really want to give the other party an answer, then this answer will definitely be bloody and cast with blood.
On top of the Buddha, a tragic song played.
The Eight Deities are well acquainted with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sounds reappear in everyone's heart. Every word is pearly, and even the explanation seems to be understood in the deafening sound of each word:
"Black clouds dominate the sky, and the river flows westward."
Everyone's heart palpitated, and they felt inexplicable fear.
The dark clouds covering the sky began to roll and tear apart without any wind.
The ripples of the sword river that opened up a boundary began to swim and surge back.
Peak, unrivaled power is on display.
Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the Sanskrit sound changed:
"Dao Gang is often absent, and Quan Yin is a servant."
From the scenery to the sex, it was obvious that he was not talking about himself, but everyone felt completely crushed.
The trembling knees were about to hit his head, but his resistance to servility still made everyone respect him among the Sanskrit sounds.
The chanting of the Sanskrit mantra never stopped for a moment.
The towering figure of the man on top of the Buddha became towering, and as the Buddha's light diffused, it was as if the god was continuing to whisper:
"A broken wing is no longer a bird, a sword is sealed and the body is no longer a mortal."
As if telling themselves, after the eight masters of cultivation broke through the innate world, they not only broke away from the ground, but also had the ability to fly.
Even his spiritual sense recovered, and he saw all the white-clothed people scattered throughout the eight palaces, unable to come back in time, or afraid to come.
When the golden light disappeared, he suddenly raised his head, his rickety body straightened up, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.
"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low!"
At this moment, the dark clouds burst and the sky collapsed.
The phantom of the Buddha blooms to its peak in everyone's eyes, and its splendid look is like the afterglow of the setting sun, which makes people forget to leave.
Everyone watched as the dead branch in the hand of the man floating on top of the Buddha was shattered by an unknown force, and was silently broken into two pieces.
"Huh~"
The wind blew slightly and dead branches fell to the ground.
A few snaps.
Everyone's nostalgic gaze became eternal.
With a clang, the famous sword touched the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.
This scene, in his eyes, also became eternity.
What the deceased saw was beauty, but what he, an outsider, saw was the fleeting silver light beneath the shadows of hundreds of Buddhas rising into the sky.
That is Jian Nian.
It was also the sword light that killed the giant Buddha.
It was the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of people in white clothes!
"Holy power..."
Just a hint.
But the ending is completely different.
There was no pain, no moaning, and no exclamation.
When the giant Buddha was beheaded and the Buddha's light exploded, the heaven and earth were stratified, and so were the people.
The sound of a body hitting the ground came, and Gou Wuyue opened her eyes in grief. She saw corpses floating in a sea of blood, but they were all peaceful.
He clenched his fists and suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had been dropped at some point.
swordsman……
With guests...
One word difference makes a world of difference!
"despair."
There was a soft sound, and the eight masters tapped their toes.
He stared at the person in front of him and pondered for a long time without making a sound.
sideways.
After looking back and seeing the famous sword on the ground, Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, and finally took steps and chose to leave.
"With one strike of my sword, I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I hope you will do well."
