Chapter 1232: Use the sword as a boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die!
"What's the sound?"
At the ruins of the Sin Palace, everyone raised their ears and looked left and right, clearly hearing that sound.
It was very slight, but it was like a needle pricking the skin.
It's not painful, but it makes the hair on your head stand up instantly!
"Familiar with..."
The sound is getting louder quickly, coming from the east!
The gravel, floating dust, broken grass, broken blades...all the dead objects on the ruins of Sinyi Palace began to tremble slightly.
"It's not an illusion..."
"My sword is moving!"
Until even the shurikens were implicated and began to tremble, and the amplitude increased rapidly.
Only then did many spiritual masters realize that their feelings when Xu Xiaoshou photographed the dead character in the abyss were not fake.
The sword was really moved!
"Everything is a sword!"
"This is everything is a sword!"
"Only ancient sword cultivators can do it by relying on sword intent, and the range is very large, no, it's too big! It's like..."
Some people's expressions became fanatical and they were so excited that they could not speak.
Because looking around, in just a blink of an eye, thousands of dead objects on the ruins of the Sin Palace all floated into the sky.
Every grain of sand and gravel, every weed, releases the cold sword intent, which makes you feel stinging when you look at it, and fear when you hear it.
Not only the Palace of Sin, but also the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique illuminated other places on Void Island in a timely manner.
The vision happening anywhere at this moment is exactly the same as the one above the ruins of the Temple of Sin.
"What's it like?" someone asked.
The man holding the sword in his hand was finally so excited that everyone was trembling. He simply let go of the restraints and let the sword in his hand fly high into the sky together with thousands of sand and stones around it. The man's expression became dazed and he murmured softly:
"A sword comes from the east and a sword fairy comes from the east!"
"It's like, it's like...the former Eighth Sword Immortal is back!"
…
"Familiar!"
To the east of the Falling Abyss, the sound of the wind caused by the sound of the sword was extremely harsh.
The Xuan Cang Divine Sword was about to be released, and Rao Yaoyao had to put in a lot of effort to hold on tightly to the sword that had not yet fully recognized its owner.
She remembered something and looked to the east.
At the same time, Yan Wushe and Situ Yongren also stopped what they were doing and looked eastward.
A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the flying sword flew into the sky!
It was a very ordinary black iron sword. Without any spiritual energy, it was not even a tenth-grade spiritual sword.
Breaking through the air at high speed, causing the flying sword to burn red.
Normally speaking, this sword should have melted into molten iron and disappeared halfway.
But there is a silver sword thought attached to it, which is very dull and shallow.
It is the existence of this sword thought that protects the Black Iron Sword, so that when it comes eastward, it affects everything on Void Island in the sky, just like welcoming the return of the emperor.
"The Eight Masters..."
Xu Xiaoshou, who turned colorless, suddenly had light in his eyes, and he no longer knew how to describe his mood at this moment.
He watched that bit of cold light break through the air, and finally the black iron sword clanged and was nailed between him and Yan Wuse.
"boom!"
The space of the Fallen Abyss was shattered and a huge mouth opened, as if a boundary between life and death was divided.
The silver sword thought tore through the Tianhe River, sending Xu Xiaoshou and everyone flying.
Yan Wuse, who was on the opposite side, backed away early and narrowly avoided the blow.
The red-hot black iron sword was still trembling violently, making a bird's chirp, and soon a cold sound came from the sword:
"Use the sword as a boundary. Anyone who crosses the boundary will die!"
The sound waves spread and echoed heavily.
At this moment, all the spiritual refiners on the island raised their heads, and no matter where they were, they all heard this sound very clearly.
And as soon as this sound came out, some people were even more excited.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"
"This is the voice of the Eighth Sword Immortal. I've heard it before, I'm sure of it!"
"He is really here, Xu Xiaoshou, really summoned the Eighth Sword Immortal."
"Come on, everyone has come out before Bazunzhen. I have heard this voice many times just now." Someone calmly poured cold water on it.
"It's different, this is different..."
On the ruins of the Sin Palace, almost dozens of people stared at each other angrily at the same time, and someone retorted:
"There can be many Eighth Sword Immortals, but there is only one Eighth Sword Immortal who will appear!"
"During the Battle of the Ten Thrones, every time he made a move, he was accompanied by such visions."
"Now that decades have passed, there are people who imitate the Eighth Sword Immortal, but who can imitate his momentum?"
"Who can really do it, a black iron sword, and make the whole city scream in shock?"
This statement leaves no room for doubt.
And from the words themselves, it can be heard that this person was deeply poisoned by the Eighth Sword Immortal's "One Poem and One Sword".
At this moment, the entire Void Island was filled with sword dust, making people feel like they were in an ordinary fairyland, and this sword came from the east.
"Well done!"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't even pretend to be colorless anymore, he immediately changed back to his original self, his face full of confidence.
He stood on the other side of the line of life and death separated by the Black Iron Sword. Looking at the three people opposite him, he felt as if someone had pushed him angrily from behind, and his chest puffed up at that moment.
"Use the sword as a boundary, and those who cross the boundary will die! Listen to what my eight deities know well!"
"Who dares to come over and try?"
"Someone! Speak!"
Rao Yaoyao clutched the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly and stared at Xu Xiaoshou without saying a word.
She was almost out of control!
The excitement of Xuancang Divine Sword is not because it wants to let go and recognize others as its master.
But at this moment, it actually regarded the red-hot dark iron sword as its most important opponent and wanted to fight it.
That's just a red-hot black iron sword!
But, that was the sword thrown by the Eight Masters!
Rao Yaoyao's heart was full of mixed feelings, which could not be put into words.
She has not seen the Eight Masters for many years, but she has reached the holy realm and thinks she can dominate them all.
She never thought that the opponent only used a Xuan Iron Sword, and the divine sword Xuan Cang in her hand would lose the ability to fight.
And until now, people have not been seen yet...
Yan Wuse looked at the red-faced young man across from him. After a long silence, his droopy eyelids twitched a few times.
"Facial face."
He looked around and found that there were no familiar figures.
Therefore, as Xu Xiaoshou said, the dead character can indeed summon the eight acquaintances.
But there is something inconsistent. In fact, it can only summon the sword of the Eight Masters?
"Do you know, you are now like a howling and barking dog across the fence, pretending to be powerful and shameless." Yan Wuse turned his head back, with a sarcastic expression on his lips.
Ah, do I look like it?
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but touch his face, which felt a little hot.
"Being insulted, passive value, +1."
This face suddenly became even hotter.
But Xu Xiaoshou didn't mind and screamed a few more times:
"Shame? Are you talking to me about shame?"
"A few of you who are old and immortal together can be as old as hundreds of me, but you gang up to bully a young man like me who is less than twenty years old. Are you polite?"
He just celebrated his birthday and is already nineteen.
Situ Yongren, who was still very young and hidden in the Divine Envoy of Heaven, touched his smooth face and realized that he was being averaged.
This is not the point.
The point is, Xu Xiaoshou’s words really enlightened the world.
Yes, how good a person must be to be targeted by several semi-saints at the age of eighteen or nineteen.
After killing him for so long, he still can’t be killed?
Before the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique, all the spiritual masters fell into silence, and some had already started digging in the ground, preparing to bury themselves.
Are you going to let people live?
Xu Xiaoshou, turned out to be less than twenty?
Yan Wuse was also choked by these words and could not speak.
It is undeniable that at the moment, he was indeed so serious that he treated Xu Xiaoshou as an opponent of the same level.
Because of that punch before...
But the fact is that the two are even separated by several generations.
"Xu Xiaoshou, where are your eight acquaintances?" Yan Wuse avoided the embarrassing topic because he wanted to kill someone.
One Xu Xiaoshou is obviously not enough.
If the Eight Masters really dare to come out, then today will be called perfection, and he can avenge his beloved disciple.
"What do you think?" Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "He has thrown his sword out. If you think he is not here, then try to cross the line!"
"Okay." Yan Wuse didn't even say a word of nonsense. He stepped out and crossed the boundary between life and death.
The whole world suddenly became quiet.
Before the Thousand Miles Mirror Surgery, everyone's hearts were in their throats and they were full of expectations.
Within the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secrets, Senior Situ Yongren Controller No. 2 has already given a pre-order: If there is any danger, retreat first out of respect.
Rao Yaoyao held the Xuan Cang Divine Sword that was still trembling, and raised his eyes to look at the sky chasm in the sky and Mr. Yan who crossed the sky chasm. Uneasiness flashed in his eyes.
After Yan WuSe crossed the boundary, he stopped and stood.
After pausing for a few breaths, he looked back left and right, and raised the corners of his lips: "Xu Xiaoshou, this emperor is here, what next?"
Xu Xiaoshou had one big eye and one small eye. His whole body was extremely stiff, as if he were petrified.
Then?
And then, what about the Eight Masters?
You just threw a mortal sword over and said nonsense. Now someone has crossed the line, and you don't even say a word?
"Haha, Mr. Yan, what do I mean..."
"A dog that is tied up by a chain barks the most happily, and when the chain is broken, it trembles." Yan Wuse interrupted in a cold voice, and a lightning gun condensed in his hand, and he was about to throw it in the air.
"Fuck you, uncle!"
Xu Xiaoshou's sentence was definitely not scolding Yan Wuse, he was scolding Bazun Shu.
This guy is so unreliable.
It’s okay to delay the dead characters for so long.
This so-called "sword coming from the east" was thought to have some substantive effect.
The results of it?
Old man, old man, your sword is just like your people. Although it is famous, it is rotten to the core.
"Woof!"
Xu Xiaoshou turned into Yan Wuse on the spot. He shouted angrily at Yan Wuse, then moved his hands and feet together and ran away.
"Death to this emperor!"
Yan Wuse's anger was instantly aroused, and he hurled his electric spear to kill him.
At this moment, a black air flow spewed out from the chasm in the sky where the red-hot black iron sword shattered.
"Woo——"
At the same time, dark clouds gathered above the nine heavens.
As soon as the strange whine was heard, the entire Void Island entered the dusk moment from daytime, and it seemed that it would soon sink into the night.
Heavy pressure is coming!
"Peng Peng Peng."
On the Void Island, all the dust and gravel suspended in the air fell to the ground and were smashed into powder.
"Bang bang bang."
On the ruins of the Sin Palace, thousands of swords fell, and ninety-nine percent of the spiritual masters were crushed to their knees.
"what's the situation?"
Everyone was horrified, but even the simple movement of raising their head became extremely difficult at this moment.
The transmission of the Thousand Miles Mirror Technique became extremely immature.
There are heavy waves on it that are pulling downwards, pulling people out of shape - the manifestation of momentum?
"Snapped!"
Above the falling abyss, the electric gun that flew through the air had just been released and exploded into light spots on the spot.
The colorless face shrank, realizing something was wrong, and suddenly raised his eyes.
Black clouds are rolling over the city and thunder is rolling, just like the devil awakening and casting his eyes on the world.
"Well!"
Xu Xiaoshou, who was running like crazy, groaned, feeling a heavy weight on his shoulders, and his body fell suddenly.
What the hell?
Looking up, the sky turned black.
The space collapsed, as if the end was coming.
"This momentum..."
Xu Xiaoshou finally realized that the heavy pressure on his shoulders came from the momentum of an unknown person.
He felt like he had returned to the moment when he had just taken out his breath and swallowed the mountains and rivers, and had just met the giant in the illusion.
horrible!
"Uh-huh!"
Soon, the pressure intensified, almost without limit!
Xu Xiaoshou's face was ferocious and in great pain. The flesh on his face couldn't help but be pulled down wildly, and his eyes were about to pop out.
But he was still holding on, refusing to be pressed down by this inexplicable pressure, which forced him to kneel down.
"The sword technique of the heart, everything is demonic before your eyes!"
Xu Xiaoshou shouted in his heart, and the images of swallowing mountains and rivers with anger and mental sword skills came out, giving himself a kind of resistance of "I can't help my destiny".
Snapped!
He was like an ant that was stepped over by the invisible giant in the sky and continued to fall.
"grass!"
"No more playing, disappearing technique!"
Xu Xiaoshou disappeared, 70% to 80% of the pressure was isolated.
But the other people on the Void Island didn't have the disappearing technique. They just felt that not only were there spirits on their shoulders, but there were also multiple ghosts above their heads.
"Kaka!"
The head of the God of Heaven dropped heavily, his whole body made a sound of being overwhelmed, and his hands drooped, almost torn apart by the heavy pressure.
Rao Yaoyao could no longer hold the Xuan Cang Divine Sword in her hand, so she let go in time and covered the sling on her shoulder.
"Paji."
Yan Wuse only raised his eyes and glanced at the sky.
With just one glance, he split into two pieces in the next second and fell into the abyss.
"Use the sword as a boundary. Anyone who crosses the boundary will die!"
The red-hot black iron sword is the only untouched thing on the entire void island.
When the voices of the Eight Masters sounded again on the sword, the chaotic energy accumulated in the abyss turned into thousands of swords flying through the air.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Wan Jian returns to the clan!
And this "Zong" is the chasm in the sky that was opened by the red-hot black iron sword, the huge gap in the sky that connects the unknown world.
"Old Yan——"
After Rao Yaoyao protected the sling, he took the lead in capturing the Xuan Cang Divine Sword, and then went to rescue Mr. Yan.
Yan Wuji, who was split in half, could not recover for a short time!
One can imagine how much pressure he suffered from that glance just now.
Perhaps, what everyone on Void Island experienced was the aftermath of the momentum, and Yan Wuse was the only target of that overwhelming pressure.
——Those who cross the boundary will die!
Even if you know this, Rao Yaoyao can't care so much.
But just as she was about to cross the border to save others, black energy surged into the sky again in the void.
In those energies, there are clearly remnants of the Holy Tribulation and the Imperial Tribulation.
But at this moment, everything turned into a torrent based on demonic energy.
It is based on the boundary between life and death, which separates Rao Yaoyao and Yan Wuse, just like yin and yang.
"I determine life and death, and I determine reincarnation."
"All living beings in this mortal world will be liberated if they unite!"
Rao Yaoyao's eyes were cold, and the sword light flashed around his body.
The images of human beings appear all over the sky, and in the black world of evil energy, the lost human power is found for the world.
Xuan Cang stood up and clattered with his sword!
"Human Sword·Slashing All Lives!"
The sword that gathered all the reckless power of all living beings in the mortal world turned into a red sword light and struck directly at the wall of the torrent of demonic energy that separated Yin and Yang on the boundary between life and death.
boom!
The black air flow rolled to both sides, and then dented hard.
But it came again, and it was able to block the attack of this sword!
"How can it be?"
"This has surpassed the defense of the semi-saint level. How far has the Eight Masters grown?"
Rao Yao Yao Tong's hole trembled, Xuan Cang whirled, divided into nine swords, and ordered to go again.
"Nine swordsmanship, infinite number!"
Xiuxiu's nine "Human Swords and Common Slash" superimposed on each other, and with a roar, he finally cut through the wall of the torrent of demonic energy.
Rao Yaoyao didn't dare to delay. He broke into the black world and wanted to get Mr. Yan back.
"Ouch!
!”
At this moment, a loud dragon roar resounded in the sky.
All the pressure disappeared at the same time, Rao Yaoyao's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, she stopped all movements of her hands, and raised her head in confusion.
"This, this is?!"
On the ruins of the Sin Palace, apart from the rubbish that had been crushed to pieces by the heavy weight, the remaining spiritual masters who managed to survive could also raise their eyes to the sky.
The city is filled with black clouds, and a dragon is standing among them;
I can't see its head, its scales are as huge as the sky!
"Pa bang bang..."
In just a short moment, thousands of pairs of eyes were blown away on Void Island.
After the dragon roared, a deep voice filled with anger resounded and swept through the entire Void Island:
"Who holds the flaming python, and whose name is Xu Xiaoshou?"