The only thing that echoed in everyone's ears was the few sarcastic words Xu Xiaoshou spat after he stabbed the thought of the false and false Saint Emperor with a sword.
His combos are so smooth, Hongmei Sanliu Luoyingjie's use seems to have been rehearsed countless times in his mind.
As soon as the Holy Emperor was defeated, he immediately followed up with a move.
There is no escape, no avoidance.
On the huge island in the void, under Xu Xiaoshou's fierce gaze, there was not even an inch of shelter for the Holy Emperor.
"He is obviously so out of tune..." Someone murmured in shock with a trembling voice.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou is so out of tune!
When he shrinks, he shrinks even more than a turtle, for fear of attracting even a small amount of attention from others.
But when he did it, he was even more showy and extravagant. Even the word "grandstanding" is not enough to describe it.
One move, one move, one sword, one taunt.
Killing people is heart-breaking, and every sentence is bloody.
Xu Xiaoshou used his sharp tongue to the extreme. He could say some words naturally that would make onlookers feel ashamed and unbearable.
But it was such an out-of-touch person who suddenly defeated the Holy Emperor of Arrogance!
It could be said that the Dragon Melting World detonated in the air before, blowing the Holy Emperor into a bloody man, but because it was so far away, everyone only felt it was ridiculous and the feeling was not very real.
So when the screen of the spiritual mirror showed the face of the Holy Emperor Wangze, which was transformed from a mold to a solid state and finally transformed into a twisted grimace, everyone was also stunned.
One punch, one punch, another punch...
From the Palace of Sin, to the Fallen Abyss, to the Blood Realm, Xu Xiaoshou was beaten to pieces one after another, his face was colorless, he was in the sky, and he was the Holy Emperor.
Is this really a picture of the rebellious spirit that can be seen in the current era when the world is talking down the younger generation and the previous ten seats are still the mainstream?
Fantasy shattered reality with one punch...
When I wake up from a sweet dream, everything becomes true...
Such an outrageous feeling is what the voiceless people are thinking at the moment - they cannot accept it, but they have to accept it.
Outside the Miracle Forest, on the secluded winding path.
Mei Jiren has recovered some energy and spirit after taking a pill from Ba Zunzhen, who had been a doctor for a long time.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
Xu Xiaoshou's punch and the blasting realm were all looked down upon by Mei's people.
Essentially speaking, those powers are not Xu Xiaoshou's own, he is just a container that combines the power of the Four Holy Emperors, and a medium to vent the power of the Four Holy Emperors.
If you play four against one, it's normal to win, but it's weird if you lose.
What really shocked Mei Jiren was Xu Xiaoshou's sudden execution of the Heart Sword Technique after a punch in order to control the situation and silence the Holy Emperor's intention to escape.
"Everything is demonic..."
"Is this really the devil behind his eyes?"
Bazun knew that the blind man could not see and could only feel the distant power, but Meiji saw it clearly and was completely shocked.
As we all know, the image of the Heart Sword Technique cannot be changed!
Xu Xiaoshou's image has also been seen by Mei Ji. It is very strong and is the image of the sword god Gu Lou Ying.
No matter how strong or weak his current realm is, as long as his image quality is high or low, he can almost beat 90% of the ancient sword cultivators in the world.
But just like this, the image was changed in the previous sword attack!
Mei Jiren quickly looked at the eight masters beside him, and after describing the battle process in a short story, he asked:
"From the black sky, the silver moon, the lonely building, the back..."
"He turned into a violent giant with two blackened arms and two blackened arms..."
"This is clearly the Heart Sword Art Image Tianjie! Did you teach him?"
After Mei Jiren finished speaking, there was still disbelief in her eyes.
He knew that Bazunzhen didn't have the time to teach Xu Xiaoshou the sword, otherwise it wouldn't be Meiji's turn to take advantage of it.
Let’s not worry about whether Ba Zunzhen has time...
Even if he wants to teach, ancient sword cultivators in this world must have the talent to learn it, right?
Don’t you see, I am laughing at Kongtong in Shenyue Immortal City. I am the only disciple of the Eight Masters, one of the new generation of quasi-Seven Swordsmen. Needless to say, I have a talent for swordsmanship.
He doesn't know how to do this either!
Xu Xiaoshou, got it?
When, where and how was it acquired?
Mei Jiren has too many questions in his mind. If he can get the answer, he can promote this method and spread it throughout the world, benefiting sword cultivators.
By then, the new era of ancient sword cultivation can come again!
At that time, the Heart Sword Technique will surely lead the trend of ancient sword techniques and become the first of the nine sword techniques!
Expecting this, how can Mei Jiren, who "likes to be a teacher", conceal her excitement?
"Now the gods and Buddhas, heaven's solution?"
The Eight Masters on one side frowned, and expressed their disdain for Mr. Jiren’s statement, saying:
"You are talking about changing from the image of the Sword God Gulou Ying to the image of the Four Little Saint Emperors?"
"How can such a downgrade be regarded as a natural solution? It should be said that the Heart Sword Technique has 'self-obstructed', right?"
"Has Xu Xiaoshou been weakened by you?"
Ba Zunzhen's face immediately became a little more suspicious.
He still has some confidence in Xu Xiaoshou's talent: he can indeed bear the word "can".
Therefore, he had no confidence that Xu Xiaoshou, whose swordsmanship reversed Heaven's solution, could still control the Wandering Holy Emperor.
"No!"
Meiji was so anxious that she almost knocked the folding fan on Bazunzhen's forehead, hating that iron could not make steel:
"You should be able to tell that Xu Xiaoshou has mastered the image of Gulou Ying."
"But before that, he only used the description of the Sword God legend to restore it, and he was still in the imitation stage."
"But the fourth child... bah, the image of the four holy emperors, he is above them, his aura is extraordinary, he seems to have entered the palace, and has mastered the swordsmanship."
"If you don't have Ling Yun Qi in your chest, how can you look down on the people in the world?"
"You said this yourself. Do you dare to say that Xu Xiaoshou's style was not taught by you?"
As he spoke, Mei Jiren came closer, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Tell me, if the image of the Heart Sword Technique and the Heavenly Understanding can be passed down to the world, it will be a great blessing to the world's ancient sword cultivators. If you don't say it, it will be in vain."
Ba Zunzhen had a strange look in his eyes and wanted to pull his arm out of the old man's arms, but was restrained by a huge force and couldn't pull it out.
He sighed helplessly and said:
"If you can learn... Well, let me think about it... I should say this..."
"If it can be passed on, I definitely want to pass it on to you... Hmm, it doesn't seem right?"
Mei Jiren's eyes flashed with coldness when he heard this, and he almost hit him.
He shook off the brat's arm, blew his beard and glared: "Gu Jian Xiu, why do you have to beat around the bush?"
"That's great!"
The Eight Masters were barely able to clap their hands and immediately said:
"If you were successful, Xiao Kongtong would have spread this method to Shenyue Fairy City long ago."
"It's a pity that even he doesn't know how to do it, let alone other useless, uh... talents?"
"Of course, this does not include you."
After a pause, Bazun said again:
"As for Xu Xiaoshou, the 'master-disciple' relationship between me and him is, to put it bluntly, only half a volume of Ten Sections of Sword Fingers, and the "Guan Jian Canon" passed down by Xiao Kongtong."
"In fact, it doesn't even have the title of 'master and apprentice', and there is not much teaching and learning besides that."
"Perhaps he got some inspiration from the "Guanjian Canon"?"
"Perhaps he has new insights after seeing your famous sword Tianjie just now."
"Perhaps, the help of the Four Holy Emperors has pushed his 'power' to a new peak."
Ba Zunzhen took a deep breath, as if he was a little tired from talking.
"The art of Heart Sword cultivates the heart, mind, and posture."
"When the opportunity comes, I can realize the natural meaning of the image without being taught by me. There is nothing to say."
Does Xu Xiaoshou have such a talent?
Meiji people all have a little doubt about this.
This is not because he underestimates Xu Xiaoshou. In fact, the eight masters are ahead of them. Even if the latecomers pat their backs, they will still feel inferior to the eight unless they surpass them in all aspects.
But who can surpass the Eight Masters? Who has this confidence?
Meiji still had some confidence in her students and did not ask such doubts out loud.
He promptly turned to another question and said with a strange combination of shamelessness and humility:
"The art of Heart Sword cultivates the heart and the mind. I can understand it, but it cultivates the posture..."
"Did you make a mistake?"
Mei Jiren secretly raised his eyes and raised this question cautiously, as if he had returned to his childhood:
"Those who practice 'power' are the masters of ten thousand swords, headed by the Feng family, and ending with the wrath of the Great Red God!"
"How can the Heart Sword Technique be related to 'shi'?"
The Eight Masters heard the sound and opened their lips, but swallowed the words in their hearts.
"Don't tell me!" Mei Jiren's expression turned serious.
"Alas." The Eight Lords sighed in understanding and asked:
"How can swordsmanship be divided into different branches?"
"The unsheathed sword represents evil, and the unsheathed sword represents ceremony. But there is only one sword, so why can't evil and ceremony co-exist?"
"There are nine swordsmanships, eighteen swordsmanships, three levels of Love Sword, and she has been practicing for a long time to become a god... But her Rao family's second level Sword of Forgetfulness, can it withstand your sword of Prajna Wu?"
"Is Shan Hai's defense insufficient, or is your Mei's sword elephant too strong?"
"None of that!"
The Eight Deities were very knowledgeable and vocal, and when they spoke about this, they did not hesitate to speak and give an explanation:
"It's just because she, the Rao family, has mastered the swordsmanship to become Demon Zheng, and has perfected the eight great sword skills of the Sword God. With this as the main method, and the Love Sword as the supplement, she can use the power of the world's mountains and seas to open up the mysteries and become a god."
"She is naive. She just focuses on the sword of love. She builds tall buildings in the sky. She only shows off her vanity and is strong on the outside but weak on the inside."
"Now that she has woken up and started to focus on other swordsmanship, why are you always getting better and better and getting better?"
Mei Jiren's face turned red after being scolded, but she felt something clear before her eyes and said hurriedly: "Keep scolding."
Ba Zunzun choked for a moment, doubting the sarcasm was unfounded, but he didn't want to say more and just said:
"The force of drawing out the sword is Wan, and the force of withdrawing the sword is the heart. This force is not that force, and this force is also that force... Okay, you can figure it out on your own!"
Mei Jiren held the folding fan and was shocked, as if he had been enlightened.
After regaining consciousness, the eight acquaintances had gone far away, leaving only a shadow in the distance.
Mei Jiren hurriedly caught up.
"Can you make it clearer?"
"Well, I'll tell you what I felt just now. You can listen to it."
"The one who has the most powerful swordsmanship, Ling..."
"Mr. Jiren!" Bazun's head felt dizzy at the thought. He couldn't help but stop and look back, spreading his hands and saying, "Look, is it time to discuss Tao now?"
Following his hand, Mei Jiren saw the battlefield in the Blood Realm and couldn't help but wake up.
This damn Xu Xiaoshou is such a disappointment!
"Haha, you are right, but this trip is lonely, so you and I might as well discuss it again... but it will only cost more words!"
"How about I pay you for the time you owe me?"
"If anything happens to you, I'm always here for you!"
Mei Jiren patted her chest with a folding fan and said, "Hehe."
Is this a matter of time and time, human feelings and human feelings... Facing Mei Jiren's scorching gaze, Ba Zunzun was defeated in the end:
"All right."
He walked side by side with Meiji people, discussing the Tao as they walked.
How many years?
It's been a long time since the eight acquaintances discussed things like this with others.
The last time we had such an intense conversation about swords was when we were walking at the foot of Kongtong Mountain, we met a formless being and was asked to capture a disciple.
What happened after that is unbearable to look back on.
After all, it's too much trouble for mortals, and the questions they ask are all repetitive.
The eight masters learned everything from speaking out everything they knew, to not getting tired of it later, and finally understanding silence.
He has been through too much!
Repeatedly explaining to others why one plus one equals two, and why one plus two equals three is just torture for him.
But these people are always asking, and even when they say it, they don’t understand it. When they give an answer, they still ask why.
Ba Zunzhen is unable to define some issues that have already been defined at the bottom level. He cannot understand the thinking structure of these people.
He turned his insights into a simple sentence and pointed a sword, allowing people to understand.
He could no longer keep silent, but he was put on a pedestal and made some condescending remarks.
Until the end...
In order to find out the solution, some people gave each other beautiful jade and gemstones;
Some people do not hesitate to use swords to force each other in order to be together.
But in this world, if everyone in the world deserves to be fulfilled, then what time will he, the eight masters, have for themselves?
When I came back and talked and laughed, I didn't realize that I was already a fairy in heaven.
Half a poem, half a sword, half a sword, gods, demons and ghosts have been learned for thousands of years.
Pity……
The world worships him, but no one understands him.
…
The Blood Realm is not the Blood Realm, and the Cyclone Belt is not the Cyclone Belt.
They are completely different from the two people who can still talk casually outside the Miracle Forest.
This side has been beaten to one of the nine shattered Jedi. The only winner, Xu Xiaoshou, holds four swords in his hands and looks up to the sky, roaring with fierce ambition.
He crushed the Holy Emperor to pieces!
He even pierced the fierce sword into the opponent's residual thoughts!
The victory of this battle has been decided. Even if you borrow external force, you are still using the big to bully the small.
After all calculations, everyone is equally matched, but I win this battle.
Cool!
As for the non-sword cultivators, there were four swords that were possessed by the same demon, and Xu Xiaoshou could imagine Rao Wuze's tragic ending.
But he hasn't lost all his sanity yet. After all, there was a Yuling before... Oh, there is a lesson learned from the water ghost who was hit by a sword and was instantly eliminated.
Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou chose to believe Rao Wangze's Taoist heart to be on the safe side.
"Rao Wangze, do you have any last words to say?"
Facing the black demonic thoughts in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou was on guard and asked probing questions.
Hee hee hee…
The demonic energy splashed out one after another, and the Holy Emperor seemed unable to escape from it.
In other words, he could already see that even if he escaped, he would not be Xu Xiaoshou's opponent at this moment.
Being captured again and again is more humiliating than being defeated once.
At this moment, the Wanze Saint Emperor made his final decision:
"Tao! Qiong! Cang!"
The high-pitched holy voice filled the entire audience.
He obviously didn't say anything, but after finishing his drink, Rao Wang chose to ignite his own remaining thoughts of the Holy Emperor.
Outside the ruins of Sinyi Palace, Dao Qiongcang frowned, clearly intending to stay out of the incident.
However, he had no choice but to obey the Holy Emperor's last roar:
Sacrifice the power of the Holy Emperor, turn it into the ultimate energy, and integrate it into the Si Wu Formation with the help of heavenly skills to seal the Void Island again.
This game is definitely over!
After returning to the Holy Continent, Xu Xiaoshou has entered the Holy Emperor's eyes, and it is difficult for any outsider to guarantee his life or death.
"well."
Dao Qiongcang sighed, and finally took up the secret of Tianji and planned to join the game.
But Xu Xiaoshou didn’t give him a chance!
He had been on guard for a long time, and when he heard the sound, he roared loudly, and the green chains wrapped around him surged out.
"Make me sleepy!"
Beside the White Tiger Gate, the Weasel of Cold Heaven let out a shrill scream, and the majestic Holy Emperor's suppressive power was transmitted into Xu Xiaoshou's body through the four divine pillars.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
This time, there is no Taoist sound and no interpretation.
Xu Xiaoshou's body exploded and turned into an illusory blue prison, covering the sky.
Chains of order shot out from all directions, piercing into the body of Holy Emperor Wangze who was trying to sacrifice himself, and then tied him into a chain dumpling.
"Suppression!"
With a few rumbles, the green chain pulled back, dragging the remnants of the Holy Emperor into the depths of the dark prison.
Xu Xiaoshou's body returned to the form of a violent giant.
What everyone saw was that the Holy Emperor's remnant thoughts followed Xu Xiao into the Qi Receiving Sea, and then passed back through the power of the Four Divine Pillars into Hantian Weasel's body.
"Gulu~"
Visible to the naked eye, the weasel that blocked the sky and sun had swallowed something.
And the remnant aura of the Wan Ze Holy Emperor completely disappeared on this void island.
"Been, eaten?"
Countless people were horrified to see it.
If he were to act recklessly, the Holy Emperor would be killed, and the outcome would be considered good for now.
But being imprisoned by this mysterious-looking blue prison...
Can the other party exert any influence on the body of the Holy Emperor through this residual thought of the Holy Emperor?
It’s scary to think about it!
The battle on Void Island ended with Xu Xiao being victorious and the Holy Emperor being detained?
No!
After taking down the Wanze Saint Emperor, Xu Xiaoshou laughed ferociously, like a mad dog with red eyes, and turned his head to glance at the Sin Palace: