The situation suddenly became extremely embarrassing.
Jiang, King of Hell, Storyteller...
With several thrones and slashes, the situation suddenly changed from a life-and-death fight to a show-stopping situation.
Because the two Eight Masters in front of me are too lifelike.
No one would have thought that in this continent, there are still fake eight deities who are so proficient that they cannot even recognize their sword thoughts.
That's Jian Nian!
Sword Thought is the only one among the second-generation Divine Thoughts that is known to be comparable to the "God of Punishment and Punishment Tribulation". It achieves a cross-generational feat that transcends the past and brings forth the new on another level.
This thing...
Do you have these two impostors in front of you?
It can’t be that both of these are true!
Jiang, the King of Hell, and the storyteller all felt that their world view had been refreshed for a moment.
At this time, even the storyteller of the Seventh Leader of the Saint Slave was a little confused and confused as to who was the real Eight Masters in front of him.
Or are both fake?
But which one is related to the Eight Masters?
Because without contact, the other party would not be able to learn Sword Reading.
Self taught?
What nonsense!
If he could teach himself how to read swordsmanship by himself, the Eighth Sword Immortal would not have such a respected position among the sword cultivators in the entire Holy God Continent.
The three parties on the outside wisely chose not to interfere.
And let the protagonist of this place go out to the two eight masters in front of him.
The current situation is so unexpected that it will inevitably give people an absurd illusion:
"Zhan Dao, I really can't interrupt the ridiculous debate between the real and the fake eight masters here!"
…
The sloppy uncle who was one of the opposing parties stared at the sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand and hesitated a little.
It was the first time he encountered such a difficult opponent.
But even though this person has sword thoughts, he is obviously not a real person.
After a long silence, the uncle couldn't help but be curious, suppressed the urge to take action, and asked: "Where did you learn your sword reading?"
Xu Xiaoshou replied with a smile: "Where else can I learn Jian Nian? Of course I understood it. You can't walk on the street and someone can teach you this thing, right?"
The sloppy uncle was startled.
In an instant, he understood the voice-over of the person in front of him.
Then the next second, the uncle's eyes were shocked.
It's him……
It's that kid...
The guy I met in Tiansang City has grown so much in a short period of time?
The uncle was stopped by one word, he was shocked, and there was no reply.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at him and asked again: "What about you? Where did your sword idea come from?"
This was the question he really wanted to ask.
So far, he has been unable to figure out the identity of this sloppy uncle.
The uncle pondered for a long time before replying: "I am different from you. People in the world think that I created Sword Nian. However, they don't know that this is what I suddenly met a person on the street and he taught it to me."
Everyone was shocked.
This explanation simply overturned everyone present's understanding of the source of the sword thought.
Is he the Eight Masters?
Does it really matter if he says that?
Even Xu Xiaoshou was quite surprised.
Are you kidding!
Is this guy kidding me?
"It's funny!" Xu Xiaoshou sighed, "I didn't expect that even if you meet a fake, you still dare to tarnish the reputation of my Eight Masters."
The uncle was stunned.
He obviously didn't expect it to be this time, and the person opposite him looked like he had an immersive experience card for the Eight Deities.
But now that the codes matched, he knew Xu Xiaoshou's identity.
So he didn't expose or target him, and just answered with a smile: "You said you are the Eight Masters, then what are you doing here?"
Xu Xiaoshou flicked his sleeves, raised his head and said: "I know how to do things in my life, why do I need to explain to others?"
?
The uncle was stunned again.
The guy in front of me is much more happy pretending than I am!
Before he could speak, Xu Xiaoshou asked again: "What about you? What are you doing here?"
"I?"
The uncle was not as secretive as Xu Xiaoshou. Hearing this, he turned to look at the two kings of hell: "I have something serious to do."
The two kings of hell were still watching, secretly recovering their state.
Unexpectedly, the eight acquaintances, the real and the fake, were chatting with each other.
One of them actually targeted the two of them.
At that moment, the minds of the two kings of hell were trembling.
"Is it related to us?" Yin Cao was stared at and asked first.
The sloppy uncle nodded: "It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with your boss."
Master Huangquan...
Yincao and Baigui looked at each other, feeling even more panicked.
As soon as this person came up, he pointed his sword at Lord Huangquan. It was obvious that he had good cultivation and the credibility of the Eight Masters was even higher.
But at the moment, it doesn't matter whether the Eight Masters are true or not.
Obviously, the issue of their lives is more critical.
"Dare I ask, what's the matter?" Yin Cao said.
"If I admit it correctly... King of Hell?" The uncle stared at Yin Cao's flower fairy eyes and recognized that this was a fiction book.
Yin Cao didn't respond, just silent.
The uncle said again: "If you don't deny it, then it will be easy. I won't kill you, but I just want to ask you... is the Shangxuan Sword in the hands of your boss?"
Hurt Xuan Sword!
Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound, even Xu Xiaoshou was no exception.
Now he is no longer a novice who knows nothing. He has heard the name of Shang Xuanjian.
This sword is not a famous sword.
But it is one of the nine supreme artifacts, and it belongs to the same category as the Sinful Bow of Love for All.
It is said that his sword is so magical that it can even ignore any defense. I wonder if the rumors are true.
Is this kind of treasure in the hands of the King of Hell?
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly recalled the scene where the man in golden robe and mask appeared to save people.
At that moment, he noticed that there were two weapons crossed on Huang Quan's back.
A Tang Dao and a long sword, both are magical and extraordinary.
"So, that sword is the Shangxuan Sword?" Xu Xiaoshou was suspicious.
…
Everyone in the field who heard the sound paid attention.
Even the Jiang family members also looked at the two kings of hell at this moment.
As soon as Jiang Chaotian heard about Shang Xuanjian, and then considered the Lei family pupils that the two kings of hell had, he already raised the danger level of this organization to the highest level in his heart.
However, Yin Cao did not answer directly and only said: "We don't know about Lord Huang Quan."
The sloppy uncle's tone remained calm: "If you don't deny it, it will be easy to handle. Are you, Mr. Huangquan, responsible for a sword? You should have seen it?"
Yin Cao: "..."
When you don't answer directly, it becomes a non-denial.
Now he was simply speechless and couldn't change the subject.
"No." Yin Cao could only deny it.
At this time Xu Xiaoshou said: "You are lying."
Everyone looked sideways again, looking at the other Bazun who was angrily showing his presence.
Then he saw the Eight Masters of Xu Xiaoshou walking slowly, and said slowly: "Huang Quan, it's not like I have never fought before. If nothing happens, not only will the Xuan Sword be injured, but the soul will also be cut off, and it will also be in his hands?"
Soul Cut, one of the nine supreme artifacts, along with the Sword of Injury and the Sinful Bow.
As soon as the Eight Shouban Masters said this, everyone was stunned.
The sloppy uncle is no exception.
He already knew Xu Xiaoshou's identity.
This is a junior.
Forget about being pretentious, how come he dares to say something like this that is so baseless and would reveal his identity if he is biased?
Yincao and Baigui were even more dumbfounded.
They naturally know that the Shang Xuan Sword and the Soul Cutting Sword are all on Master Huang Quan!
But how do outsiders know?
The Eight Masters who can talk about the Shangxuan Sword are already the real Eight Masters in their hearts.
But now, another Eight Masters can still conclude that Hunqie is also in Lord Huang Quan's hands.
He also fought against Master Huangquan?
He is also called Mr. Huangquan...boy?
"sky!"
Yin Cao was terrified.
Which of these is true?
If both are false, why can such accurate information be given?
One comes for the sword.
One came for the knife.
When did even the eight well-versed impostors reach such a high level?
Mr. Huang Quan didn't know how many years he had taken action.
If these two people were not figures of that era, how could they know about the existence of Shang Xuan Sword and Soul Cut?
the other side.
Xu Xiaoshou was just a liar.
But seeing Yin Cao's changing expression, he felt that he was right.
The King of Hell's Huangquan actually possesses two supreme artifacts, the Shang Xuan Sword and the Soul Cutting Sword?
At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous...
A mere underworld, how can you be so virtuous?
You must know that loving the common people is only a sinful bow!
The power of that bow...
When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the evil bow that shot Sang Lao, the second in command of the Holy Slave, into the prison of the Holy Temple, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood.
Why do the eight real saint slaves, the first of them, tell themselves not to bother with the king of hell for the time being?
Damn it, is the King of Hell such a pervert?
"Humikiri is here too?"
The sloppy uncle not far away was obviously surprised by this new information.
He stepped forward, stared at Yin Cao, and went straight to the point: "I don't like killing people. Give me the place where the underworld is, and I won't cause trouble for you and other juniors."
Junior...
In the eyes of this sloppy uncle, Zhan Dao seemed to be a junior.
At this moment, including Yin Cao, Baigui, and Jiang Chaotian, they felt powerless.
The person in front of me is a person with sword mind.
If it comes down to it, this person is not the Eight Masters.
But at the very least, it’s not far behind!
Isn’t it possible that a person with the Sword Sense would not even have the innate ability to fight in real terms?
With a subjective judgment in his mind, Yin Cao didn't want to start a war with this uncle at all, but he couldn't expose Lord Huangquan's whereabouts.
As a result, there was no way to tell at this moment, Yin Cao could only freeze on the spot.
"Did not say?"
The uncle pressed forward step by step.
The momentum was so overwhelming that it took one's breath away.
But at this moment, the storyteller suddenly spoke up.
"Brothers, wait a minute!"
At this time, the storyteller actually couldn't figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which one was the fake brother, and which one was the real brother.
But it's hard for him to expose someone among them. After all, it's possible that someone is one of his own.
So he was left with the only choice to speak out in a humble voice as a Dao-killer.
Xu Xiaoshou's version of the eight acquaintances and the sloppy uncle's version of the eight acquaintances turned their heads at the same time, looking at the storyteller.
The storyteller was stared at by these two pairs of turbid eyes, and his whole body felt bad.
This is too similar!
Brother, brother, what on earth did you do outside to generate these almost identical fakes?
Resisting the urge to complain, the storyteller announced a bad fact to everyone:
"Bai Yi, here you go."
Outside the small world.
The storyteller couldn't see the sloppy uncle's figure clearly before, but that was because he was strong enough.
But there was a movement of aura from the Lingque Trade Fair, Counting Thrones, and Killing Dao all came to this place to explore the fluctuations of the holy power. He could tell at a glance.
It’s a deal.
The people in the field were of various colors.
Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed when he knew that reinforcements were coming.
The two kings of hell knew that the end was coming, and they were filled with sadness.
Xu Xiaoshou now began to curse the real Eight Masters for their inability to do things well.
After such a long time, I still haven't been able to attract all the people in white and red at the trade fair.
in this way……
What happened at the scene?
Is it done?
Xu Xiaoshou became anxious.
The only one who was not in a hurry was the sloppy uncle. He stared straight at the storyteller and asked calmly: "How long will it take to get there?"
The storyteller thinks that you really treat yourself as your elder brother, and you really treat others as your subordinates.
But the other party issued a sword thought, unlike outsiders.
Even those pretending to be the Eight Masters are all fans of the Eight Masters, that is, they are half one of their own.
So the storyteller replied: "The traces left in space cannot be delayed for too long. It only takes a cup of tea."
"That's enough." The sloppy uncle nodded and glanced back at the King of Hell.
At this moment, the pressure suddenly increased, and the two kings of hell were very panicked.
Everyone could tell that the uncle's words "enough" meant that the period of time before Bai Yi's arrival was enough to kill the two of them, the King of Hell.
Yin Cao can't bear it anymore.
His fairy eyes bloomed with cherry blossoms, and he rushed forward.
"magical!"
An angry shout.
People present felt that the world was upside down and the world was spinning.
Baigui, who was behind Yin Cao, understood and immediately took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring.
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
The illusion of the Flower Fairy Eyes is very strong, but its "perception" can still deliver some real frames from time to time.
Among these scenes, there is a scene where a hundred ghosts swallow the holy blood.
"King of Hell, there is also holy blood?"
Xu Xiaoshou was extremely shocked at this moment.
However, when he thought that Huang Quan, the boss of the King of Hell, was a man with the Shang Xuan Sword and Soul Cut, he immediately felt relieved.
But no matter how relieved he was, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't stop it. ,
Because it was too late to "perceive" the scene, Hua Xianmu's illusion didn't have a very strong effect on him, but it worked after all.
He couldn't stop the hundred ghosts from swallowing the holy blood.
When Zhan Dao takes the holy blood, one can imagine its power.
Just when the storyteller realized something was wrong, Jiang Chaotian also felt absurd from the illusion, and tried to resist and break away, only to see the scene of hundreds of ghosts swallowing blood.
Everyone knew it was too late.
The holy blood has entered the throat!
"Haha, Bazunzun?"
Yin Cao laughed wildly, and only then did everyone realize that he had not jumped forward at all, but was leading hundreds of ghosts, constantly retreating in reality under the illusion of the illusion.
As he retreated, he sneered: "Do you really think that I can't tell that you are a fake? Even if you have a sword mind, you can only..."
Click!
At this time, a slight sound appeared, and a sudden change occurred.
Yin Cao's words stopped abruptly, and his sarcastic smile froze on his face.
Subsequently.
There was a "pop" sound, and a crisp sound of snapping fingers appeared.
Everyone felt that the spinning scene was shattered.
Then, another screen appeared:
It was a shocking scene where a slovenly uncle moved without any movement, leaning against Baigui and holding the holy blood between his two fingers. Another sloppy uncle stood in front of Yin Cao, piercing his throat with four fingers and silencing his words. .
Two uncles?
Everyone was startled and then reacted immediately.
Fantasy!
Is this also an illusion?
"Illusion?" Yin Cao was also frightened.
Is there an illusion in this world that even his flower fairy eyes can't see through?
However, as soon as the words came out, he heard his own words being muffled.
Suddenly, pain appeared on his face too.
Unable to hold it back, Yin Cao spurted out blood.
When he realized that his words were ambiguous and the pain was present, Yin Cao noticed something was wrong, and his expression turned to horror.
"This is not an illusion!"
