More than ten breaths passed, and when they saw the zombie lying on the ground still motionless, the spectators in the wine shop finally understood what was going on.
"Taixu, dead?"
The Cheng family's tone is too high, the steps are too big, and the momentum is too vain and exaggerated.
After Xiao Wanfengyun Danfeng struck a sword lightly...
Taixu fell.
Too weak to get up.
Is this too dramatic? The Cheng family has become a clown?
"No, it's impossible..."
Cheng Xie's face turned green and white, with disbelief written all over his face.
He knows the Heart Sword Technique, the Hidden Sword Technique, and he has some knowledge of the Emotional Sword Technique, but combined with all of them, even he can't create such a swordsmanship effect.
"Heart Lake?"
"Is this ancient swordsmanship? Where is this ancient swordsmanship!"
The effect of the Heart Lake is almost no less than that of Prajna Nothingness, and it is also essentially different from Prajna Nothingness.
It only passes through the use of the Heart Sword Technique, and is supplemented by the first level of most other major sword techniques.
But the fusion of the first realm can also create the lethality of the second realm?
"Are you surprised?"
Sheathing her sword and standing in awe, Xiao Wanfeng felt it was natural.
Over the years, he has understood, questioned, overturned and reshaped the nine major sword arts. When he did not draw his sword, it could only be said to be just talk on paper.
After gaining Xuan Cang's approval, Xiao Wanfeng became confident:
There is no wrong path, as long as the destination is clear, the process only depends on how people choose, how they go, and whether they persist.
He fixedly looked at Cheng Xie, looking at the ancient sword cultivators who were following the rules like Cheng Xie, took a deep breath, and explained his own way in front of outsiders for the first time:
"You practice the way of living beings, and I practice the way of evening wind. I am alone and not the same as others."
Buzz——
The divine sword Xuan Cang chanted for a long time, shaking continuously.
It seemed that only this moment, this moment, he and Xiao Wanfeng became one, which was also the fundamental reason why it chose Xiao Wanfeng instead of Rao Yaoyao.
"I am alone and not the same as others..."
Cheng Xie's eyes averted and he stepped back again and again, causing an uproar in his mood.
Xiao Wanfeng's sword slashed away all his knowledge of his lifelong career as an ancient swordsman. Those words made him doubt whether his path was correct.
When everyone is chasing the Eighteen Swordsmanship and "skills", this kid started directly from "Daogen"?
Is this right?
But this isn’t even a shortcut!
The path he took was clearly the most difficult one!
"So he can be recognized by Xuan Cang..."
Gu Qing'er clicked his tongue in amazement and looked at his senior brother, "And we are all Rao Yao Yao."
Rao Yaoyao is not synonymous with being weak.
It's just that ancient sword cultivators all over the world are following the path marked out by the Sword God, and are following the steps step by step, and the Sword Tomb is no exception.
"What about Xiao Wanfeng, who is the originator of this way?" Gu Qing has a good talent for three days and has never heard of this inhuman way of cultivation.
This is no different from just being born. Others are still practicing talking and climbing. Xiao Wanfeng whines and has already begun to practice taking off.
Taking off was so difficult that for seventeen years, he seemed unable to even speak or climb.
But when the day came to fly, it really became a blockbuster!
Gu Qing frowned and thought. He felt that he had heard of this method of sword cultivation somewhere. He quickly remembered it and shook his head at his third junior brother:
"You should have heard of a saying..."
"What?"
"The road built by the ancient sword has been destroyed long ago."
"Elder brother, what do you mean..."
Gu Qing's second, third, and fourth all turned around. Even Lu Shi and the spectators in the surrounding wine shop couldn't help but look sideways at the knowledgeable and knowledgeable Senior Brother of the Sword Burial Tomb.
Gu Qing said: "There is no record in the book, but I vaguely remember that Master said that some people have actually tried this weird way of cultivation."
Xiao Wanfeng stiffened and turned around.
Am I not number one?
Everyone thought for a moment, and soon someone in the crowd exclaimed:
"Eight Masters?"
Xiao Wanfeng's heart skipped a beat.
He has always kept his own sword-practicing methods secret, and even when Lingyushan asked the Eight Masters for advice, he only made circumstantial remarks.
He is very confident!
Ba Zun is well versed in relying on experience, but he has always been able to answer questions fluently. Now it seems that maybe that experience does not come from his many years of practicing swordsmanship, but from...
Gu Qing nodded: "Yes, the Eighth Sword Immortal."
It really comes from, he has also practiced?!
Xiao Wanfeng's body swayed, but he quickly regained consciousness. It didn't matter if he had practiced it before. He was not as proficient as me, and he was not as profound as me.
Gu Qingyi did not disappoint: "But Master said that the Eighth Sword Immortal has only scratched the surface."
Xiao Wanfeng took a long breath, it was better.
Gu Qing said again and again: "He tried it and found that the method was different and the result was the same, and the difficulty level was not much different. Since he had made achievements in other methods, there was no need to start from scratch."
?
Listening to this, Xiao Wanfeng sweated on his forehead.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that nothing came out.
Cheng Xie looked away in surprise: "How much is the difficulty level?"
Even if he observed Xiao Wanfeng's sword ten more times, he still couldn't fully understand it. Once the basics are clearly understood, they become obscure and difficult to understand.
How is this method the same as the general public’s way of practicing swordsmanship?
Gu Qing looked at it:
"He is the Eight Masters."
There was silence for a moment near the wine shop.
Yes, he is the Eighth Master and the Eighth Sword Immortal.
Not to mention those in the past and those who have fallen, all swordsmen in this world have to face a high mountain, and that is the Eighth Sword Immortal.
He can do everything you know.
Even if you can't, he can.
When you consciously find a new path and are excited about it, eager to try it, others may think it is similar and dispensable.
This is the past thirty years.
From now on, anyone who practices swordsmanship will have to face two high mountains, the Eighth Sword Immortal and Master Shou!
Xiao Wanfeng took a deep breath and smiled in relief.
Just follow your own path. There are so many talented and beautiful people in the world. How can you let other people's opinions, views, and words influence your own will?
"Young man, the Eight Masters are familiar with..."
The people around the wine shop, even the semi-saints, looked at Xiao Wanfeng in a different way, becoming extremely intense.
To say that he is a young boy is a bit exaggerated.
After all, he is only walking one of the paths that the eight masters have walked.
However, he possesses the talent of swordsmanship that Bazun is familiar with and directly cultivates the "Tao Root". Looking at the five realms, this kind of talent is feared to be matched by no one except Baxu.
"I……"
Cheng Xie looked at the two Taixu corpses on the ground, then glanced at Xiao Wanfeng, the young man holding Xuan Cang, with his eyes averted.
The dividing line on the ground suddenly became so heavy!
It stands to reason that when things have developed to this point, two Taixu members of the Cheng family have fallen, and it is already a no-death situation.
But the eight young men are familiar with the legend of overwhelming the whole generation, and they are like thunder in their ears.
Of course, Xiao Wanfeng was not able to dominate the entire generation. He managed to kill one tenth of the Eight Masters, but what about himself?
"What fraction of the Eight Masters am I?"
One percent?
thousandth?
One in ten thousand?
Cheng Xie wanted to cross the dividing line, his feet felt like lead, and he tried to raise his head and eyes to look at Xiao Wanfeng, as if he were riding a ghost.
His body was hunched over, almost crushed into a giant shrimp.
Not everyone can speak freely when faced with the name of "Eighth Sword Immortal", not everyone has a sword burial mound, Shenyue Immortal City, Southern Territory Feng Family and other backgrounds, and not everyone is a newborn calf.
Don't know what it is called.
A normal ancient sword cultivator, fanatical pursuit of the Eighth Sword Immortal.
After the genius ancient sword cultivator heard the name of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he either chose to fight to the death or avoid it for fear of avoiding it.
Cheng Xie even suffered from decades of pressure from Shengnu Jijian.
Of course he is also a genius, otherwise how could he be recognized by the Hidden Blade Twin Needles?
But he, Cheng Xie, is eighty-eight years old this year, and Haoshibushi happened to be able to grow up to this day with the overwhelming legend of the "Eighth Sword Immortal" at his peak.
Genius is just the threshold for meeting him.
After seeing clearly the tip of the iceberg of the Eighth Sword Immortal, I understand even more how vast the vast ocean is...
The more people know, the greater the pressure.
So even though the young man in front of him was only as familiar as the Eight Lords, he, Cheng Xie, was already panicking.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
This is convenient for Cheng Xie when he is in a difficult situation and is in a dilemma.
Outside the battlefield around the dead-silent wine shop, there was a strange and out-of-place sound, accompanied by the sound of laughter that was unabashedly complimentary:
"Ten years of hiding a sword, and searching for a nameless one all over the world."
"When I wake up to the rainbow that day, the ghosts are also scared."
"Okay! Okay! Okay! What a Xiao Wanfeng. There is no talent in the Sword Tomb, and the Feng Family City is useless. You are the only rogue, with amazing skills and stunning beauty!"
who?
Everyone is waiting for Xiao Wanfeng to fight Cheng Xie.
They were all waiting to see if Cheng Xie would take the initiative to speak, or if Xiao Wanfeng would take the initiative to draw his sword.
At this time, even the atmosphere is not dared to come out. Which insect is so rampant, dares to make such a big noise in the rear, and even despise the Sword Burial Tomb and the Feng Family of the Southern Territory?
brush!
Crowd diversion.
Everyone looked towards where the noise came from.
Cheng Xie had to relieve his urgent need. Now that he was relieved of his embarrassment, he wished he could be grateful to the savior. No matter what kind of arrogant person he was?
But when he looked along the path where the crowd separated, by coincidence, he met the eyes of the "savior".
Bang!
Cheng Xie's knees weakened and he fell to the ground on the spot.
Stars even appeared in front of his eyes, and his mind was full of disbelief:
"Eight, eight acquaintances?"
People around the wine shop were also shocked.
At first, I didn't realize why Cheng Xie had such a big fight. After looking at the details, everyone held their heads and screamed:
"Fuck! Eight Masters?"
"Brother Zhao, am I dazzled? He has eight fingers, right? Is that a sword scar on his neck?"
"Oh my God! Ah? No, isn't the Eighth Sword Immortal in Lingyu Mountain? Why are you here?"
"What the hell, are there eight living acquaintances? I finally saw them. Go back and brag to my son!"
"This is the first seat of the Saint Slave!"
"..."
How about not talking about the people from the Central Region, but the people from the Eastern Region have no experience?
There were also many people from the Southern Region present, and they could not count the eight acquaintances they saw every day.
The first reaction at the moment was naturally not that I saw the real thing, but that I saw a fake.
But, then again.
The Fourth Son's Sword Tomb is located here. Feng Tingchen, the head of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, many people noticed his presence at the scene.
It’s just a fake, how dare you be so crazy?
As soon as you come up, you challenge the rightful masters of all the forces. Are you not afraid to fight against the famous sword holders?
"Fake, right? These damn eight masters know me well. I see ten of them in one day and chop eight of them. The remaining two are all practitioners of escape arts. They can slip away very fast with oil on their soles!"
It wasn't until someone from the Southern Territory screamed out in shock that Cheng Xie woke up from a dream and realized that he had gone so far as to make the Cheng family lose all face.
He stood up in a hurry, his face turned red, and he was about to speak when he looked at the fake Bazun Shu.
"Want to fight?"
The fake actually spoke first, his words full of provocation.
Xiao Wanfeng holds Xuan Cang in his hand. Due to Xuan Cang's sharp edge, I, Cheng Xie, don't want to fight. How come you can't fight when you don't know where the corner of the Southern Territory comes from?
Cheng Xie just opened his mouth.
The guy who resisted the sack, Bazunxu, spoke again, choking him uncomfortably: "I can't bully the minority with more people. After all, I am only one person, but bullying the weak with strength..."
As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips and spread out a hand with only four fingers: "It's always been like this, isn't it?"
So crazy!
Isn't this the same as saying, I am invincible, you can do whatever you want?
"Weird..."
Feng Tingchen didn't have a close relationship with Bazun, they only met each other a few times. He felt something was strange, but he couldn't explain it.
Are you saying he is a fake?
Very strong!
Feng Tingchen could intuitively feel that his sword intent was deeply hidden and restrained, and his strength was probably not weaker than anyone present.
But do you think he is the real thing?
Feng Tingchen couldn't make any comments, so he turned to look at the person beside him.
This man was of the same age as Bazun, and had a close friendship with him.
Gou Wuyue was very straightforward: "Ba Zun's mouth is not so broken."
Cheng Xie gave the opponent a sharp word with a gun and a stick, which made him blush again and again.
He didn't want to say anything more. There was war in his eyes and he asked sharply: "Ancient sword cultivator?"
The sloppy uncle carrying the sack was amused: "My name is Bazun Shu, and I am not even an ancient sword cultivator. Who among you here dares to claim to be an ancient sword cultivator?"
He looked at Xiao Wanfeng: "You dare?"
He looked at Tears: "You dare?"
He saw Gou Wuyue and Feng Tingchen again, selectively skipped them, quickly looked back at Qing Duo and said, "You dare?"
Cheng Xie was even more certain that this was a fake, but he still asked one more question: "What kind of cultivation level?"
"Unfortunately, I also have the throne of swordsmanship." Uncle Sack's momentum became more powerful, and he was on the same level as Xiao Wanfeng.
Cheng Xie suddenly calmed down.
Immediately, he became furious: "You should be punished for blaspheming your honorable name!"
"It's just you?" The eight nobles in the sack raised their eyebrows, "Do you know why I haven't been to your Cheng family for thirty years?"
Cheng Xie was slightly startled and didn't know why.
Everyone around him also stared.
True and false, false and true, this Eight Masters is quite interesting. It seems that they can also say something?
Bazun weighed the sack on his shoulder, shook his head and said in disappointment:
"The ancient sword cultivator is marching forward without hesitation, but you, Cheng Xie, are hiding in a corner in order to protect yourself. Even though you join hands with all the saints to protect the sword, over the years, the gods and Buddhas have gradually grown in number."
"So much so that now you only dare to bully the few with more, so much so that now you will kneel down when you see me."
"The two needles of the Hidden Sword followed you, which really blinded the famous sword and lost its status as a famous sword!"
Cheng Xie was scolded until his head was swollen, his heart was filled with anger, and he almost vomited blood. This hit him right where it hurt.
He raised his hand, took out a small sword from his sleeve, and pointed it directly at Ba Zunzun: "Do you dare to fight me?"
In the tall building behind, Li You of the Yin Ghost Sect saw this scene and directly covered his mouth and burst into laughter.
You didn’t dare to beat the young Eight Masters, but you chose to beat the adult Eight Masters?
The Cheng family still has some talent...
The four people in the Sword Burial Tomb all had strange expressions on their faces. At this point, they also felt that the Eighth Sword Immortal was somewhat different from the one in the legend.
Su Qianqian alone looked at the scene of Cheng Xie's sword pointing at the eight masters. She didn't know what she thought of, and her face lost all color and turned as white as paper.
Sack Bazun's face darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know the consequences of pointing a sword at me?"