The eight masters became silent, with strange expressions on their faces, as if they were calmed down by Cheng Xie.
It was so quiet all around that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone is waiting for a brutal fight on the throne of kendo, where swords and swords will see blood.
Unexpectedly, if Xiao Wanfeng could not take action again, he would be able to wait for the extremely arrogant Eight Masters. It was indeed a worthwhile trip.
only……
"Why is it so quiet?"
The sudden silence of Ba Zunzhen made people feel upset.
Maybe he is also a character who bullies the weak and fears the strong. As soon as Cheng Xie is tough, he will be soft.
But it is obvious that even though this Bazun is suspected of being a fake, his way of thinking is also very Bazun. He is not shrinking back, but is thinking about some weird things.
"Ten breaths..."
Sack Bazun raised his head again and looked at Cheng Xie, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of the sentence.
"One sword..."
He changed his words to another one, but looked at Cheng Xie with a rather contemptuous look, and finally said no more.
ridicule!
Naked ridicule!
Cheng Xie couldn't tell that this guy was just imitating Ba Zunzhen and applying some inherent coquettish ways of speaking.
But his expression and his eyes actually gave people the feeling that he couldn't even hold ten breaths, and couldn't even catch a sword.
Cheng Xiegang was about to open his mouth, but Bazunzhen across from him seemed to have found a way to target him, and he spoke steadily:
"Last words."
Who can bear this?
Cheng Xie raised his sword, his sword intent aroused, and he threw it out:
"Shu Zian dares to insult me?"
…
Oops!
The world suddenly slowed down.
Cheng Xie saw a headless corpse wearing familiar clothes, thrown in front of him as if weightless.
His hands were floating, his feet were flying, as if his head had been cut off by a huge force, and his lower body was spinning and thrown into the air.
The blood reflects the snowflakes.
The setting sun shone on the faces of the people around him, making their faces look horrified and even more ferocious.
After a brief moment of shock, Cheng Xie felt severe pain from nowhere.
Maybe it’s the neck, maybe it’s the brain, maybe it’s the disconnected lower body…
He finally reacted.
That familiar headless corpse is mine!
"No--"
…
"What?"
The spectators around the wine shop were so frightened that they all fled.
No one could see clearly when the eight masters of the sack made their move. The sword light had already passed through the air and easily tore Cheng Xie's neck.
Its momentum did not decrease and it was cut back.
Broken tiles, cracked buildings, and shattered buildings instantly cut through Fusang's southbound streets, eventually tearing apart the city wall and disappearing into the dense forest outside the city.
"this……"
Li You's beautiful eyes, watching the battle from behind, were filled with surprise and deep disbelief.
This time she stared hard.
She just wanted to see how she had been tricked just now.
But Ba Zun knew that there was no warning when he started his attack. No matter how careful she was, she would not know when she would step into the trap of his illusory sword skills, and she would eventually fall deeply into it.
"Really dead?"
Cheng Xie was separated from his family, and only then could the two needles in his sleeves fly out. His fighting consciousness was not at the same level at all.
After the pair of needles flew out, they did not attack, but were easily pinched by the eight masters.
Immediately, with a flick, the double needle sword chanted.
Ba Zunzun then hid these famous swords in his sleeves.
"Or phantom swordsmanship?"
Li You stared at Cheng Xie's body that fell heavily to the ground, still unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.
She is a half-saint.
She couldn't even figure out what was going on.
The spectators around were even more shocked, with puzzled expressions on their faces.
A good Cheng Xie...
The battle has just been decided...
Shouldn't the next step be a life-and-death fight between ancient sword cultivators? How come the battle is over as soon as it starts?
"One move?"
This isn't even a move, is it?
If the Eight Masters didn't give them a chance, Cheng Xie wouldn't even be able to hold in a fart from the beginning to the end?
boom!
Cheng Xie's head fell to the ground.
Suddenly there was a heavy thunder in the Fusang sky.
Immediately afterwards, dark clouds gathered, strong winds blew, and the Holy Power came from the sky, accompanied by an extremely angry roar:
"who?"
"Whoever dares to kill Cheng Xie my grandson will be investigated by this sage everywhere!"
Half Saint!
Everyone looked up to the sky.
However, the color of the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and a huge old man's face appeared, with flying beard and angry eyes.
The semi-saint's face flashed away, and soon an old man in green robes appeared in the air.
"Cheng family's half-saint, Cheng Caizhi!"
Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu Qingnan made a sound, with a strange look on his face.
In other words, Cheng Caizhi has always been nearby and has always been concerned about Cheng Xie's life safety.
This is correct. After all, Cheng Xie went out with the famous sword that the Cheng family had guarded for decades. Perhaps his original intention was to find out whether the trend of Saint Slave collecting swords had passed.
Unexpectedly, the Eight Sacks were so skilled that even Cheng Caizhi couldn't react, and Cheng Xie was beheaded with one blow.
"The art of attracting souls, the souls are coming back!"
The half-saint Cheng Caizhi stood in the air, took out the seal with both hands, slapped it down with one palm, and green light shot out.
There is a scream of a fierce ghost in Fusang City.
Not long after, the crystal soul fragments gathered together.
Cheng Xie's remnant soul was collected and pieced together, and he barely transformed into a human form.
"Grandpa Cheng!"
He came back from the dead, screamed in horror, and tried desperately to escape from this place.
He didn't even dare to take another look at the sack of Eight Masters, and he didn't even mention the two needles of his Hidden Sword. The only thing he could think about at this time was to survive.
"My grandson, come quickly, this sage is here today, no one can kill you!"
Cheng Xie is not good at ghost swordsmanship.
If Cheng Caizhi hadn't been paying attention to this situation, his precious grandson would really have died here today.
But now that he, Cheng Caizhi, is here, it’s time to end this absurd battle...
"Talk."
Ba Zunzhen held the sack on his shoulder with one hand and pointed his finger in the air. His cold voice interrupted everyone's chaotic thoughts.
The remnant soul of the grandson then flew towards where he was, and there was only a few feet between him and Cheng Xie.
One step away, life and death are in sight.
"But the soul."
A faint light bloomed on the fingertips of the Eight Masters. Before Cheng Caizhi could take action, the light flew through the sky and penetrated the head of Cheng Xie's remnant soul.
Boom!
At this moment, not only the half-saint Cheng Caizhi's heart stopped beating, but also countless spectators who were watching.
Everyone watched as Cheng Caizhi hurriedly moved forward to embrace him, but what he held back with both hands was only the fragments of his grandson Cheng Xie's shattered soul.
The crystal is like quicksand, pieces withered into pieces.
Between the elbows, wrists, and between the fingers, it turns into nothingness.
In front of his grandfather, he completely killed his grandson...
"How dare you?!"
When the earth-shattering roar exploded in Fusang, everyone realized that the decisive battle between the sword immortals had not come, and Fusang might start another holy war.
"Damn it! Damn it! Ah——"
Cheng Caizhi's eyes were about to burst, and he watched his grandson die tragically in front of him. This was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
He could no longer contain his murderous intent, so he turned his head and pointed at the extremely slovenly, imageless eight-fingered cripple on the ground, and shouted in disbelief:
"Who are you?"
This person is definitely not one of the eight acquaintances. The eight acquaintances are in Lingyu Mountain.
Outsiders couldn't see clearly. His semi-saint's holy thoughts swept away the birthplace of Lingyu Mountain's sword thoughts. Except for the eight acquaintances, there was no possibility that it was an outsider.
So this person must be a fake!
But how can a fake person dare to provoke the Cheng family?
How dare he kill the remaining soul of his grandson Cheng Xie with one finger in front of his half-saint Cheng Caizhi?
"Who are you?!" Cheng Caizhi roared angrily, and Wu Shen repeated the question, wondering what the current situation would be like.
Fusang's heart was filled with panic.
Everyone retreated far away from the wine shop.
Some even retreated outside the city, feeling that the aftermath of the ensuing battle would kill everyone watching.
But when he looked at the sloppy uncle on the ground, he saw that he was calm and calm, unmoving under the pressure of the semi-saint. He just chuckled and said slowly:
"My name is well known to all the Bazun."
Fusang is empty, but this name is resounding.
Even Xiao Wanfeng felt a little numb after hearing this.
He was self-reliant, but after all, he was dozens of times younger than these old monsters. At Xuan Cang's urging, he also stayed away from the frontal battlefield.
The Eight Sack Masters raised their eyes and looked into the air, stared at Cheng Caizhi for a long time, shook their heads and smiled:
"You are not enough."
"I'll give you ten breaths, and call all the people you can. After ten breaths, I will take action."
Isn’t this the Eight Masters?
Such a wild and rebellious person has no half-saint eyes. If he is not a master of the Eight Masters, who dares to claim to be one of the Eight Masters?
At this time, the counterfeit goods should calmly exit.
Where does this guy get his confidence? It's not enough to defeat a Half-Saint, but he still has to ask Cheng Caizhi to call someone else?
"Bluffing?" someone murmured in shock.
But he gave the person next to him a cold shower: "Are you also trying to bluff in front of the semi-saint?"
Cheng Cai's qi caused pain in his lungs.
But what if we don’t say that human nature is base, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong?
When the fake Eight Masters dared to thrust so hard, Cheng Caizhi wondered for a moment whether he was dazzled.
Is this actually a real thing and not a fake?
He couldn't afford the gamble, so he took out his token and crushed it into pieces. With veins twitching in the corners of his eyes, he pointed at the person below and shouted:
"Ten breaths? Okay, ten breaths! Just wait for me!"
Scared!
Everyone was amazed.
A dignified half-saint, he really frightened people with his words.
Should I say that the Cheng family's half-saint is weak and boneless, or that the Eighth Sword Immortal is too strong, and anyone who can stand up to it can do miraculous things?
It doesn’t take ten breaths.
The countdown hasn't even begun yet.
As soon as Cheng Caizhi's token was shattered, the dark clouds gathered in the sky again, and immediately several more semi-sacred powers came down.
"Haha, Brother Cheng, why are you interested in having a drink with me?"
"Brother Cheng, what I promised you is just a one-time move. You still have the two needles of the Cheng family. Don't waste my favor."
"Jiejiejie, Cheng Caizhi, are you ready for what I want?"
Three semi-saints!
Black clouds rolled over the city, and three figures fell behind Cheng Cai.
One is a burly man with a gun, the other is a graceful fairy in white, both young, and the last one is a consumptive old man with sores and warts on his face, who seems to be the same age as Cheng Caizhi.
"Half-Saint Dai Xiu, half-Saint Luo Hui, and a San Jie from the Southern Territory, and half-Saint Qinggui." Dan Saint Lu Shiyu recognized the identities of each saint at a glance.
This time there was really something good to watch.
The four saints suppressed the city, and the eight saints fought alone.
How much does this Eight Masters weigh? Is it just a pretense? It can’t be fake, it can’t be fake, it’s time to show its true form!
Everyone stood outside the battlefield.
It's really interesting to watch the fire from across the bank, I wish the two sides would start fighting right away.
In fact, everyone has a strong point in their hearts. They probably know that this sack of Eight Supreme Beings is not the real Eight Supreme Beings. But with the Four Saints approaching, will he still dare to continue barking?
Countless eyes fell on the dilapidated wine shop.
Everyone stared at the lonely figure, wanting to see how they would respond after the excessive shouting in order to survive.
Maybe it can be used in the future?
The eight masters of the sack are still holding his torn sack with one hand, and they don't know what it contains. His body is slightly hunched, as if he is overwhelmed by the power of the Four Saints.
Just when everyone thought he was going to kneel down and beg for mercy, this guy suddenly laughed loudly, looked up at the dark clouds covering the city, and chanted loudly with high spirits:
"Black clouds bully the mulberry trees, and the river flows against the west."
"Dao Gang is often absent, and Quan Yin is a slave."
"A broken wing is no longer a bird, a sword is sealed and the body is no longer a mortal."
"Are you bowing down in fear? My Dao Tian is too low!"
After chanting, he straightened his back and was so angry that he was like a sword coming out of a mulberry tree, one foot high in the sky. With his momentum alone, he could actually compete with the Four Saints!
"hiss……"
The snow in Fusang City is not cold.
But at this moment, the spectators took in a breath of cold air and felt truly chilling for the first time.
This guy!
This guy actually dares to shout!
Those are the four half-saints. Do you really think that all of them are Shouye? After changing shape, they can also kill the saints and war emperors, but the enemy ancestors are gods?
"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low..."
Xiao Wanfeng clutched the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly, and his body felt a little hot.
Gu Qingsan bumped into the second senior brother's arm and looked at each other, each seeing the enthusiasm flashing in the other's eyes.
The ancient sword cultivators everywhere in Fusang were all excited. When they repeated this sentence in a low voice, they felt as if their bones were exploding and their pores were dilated.
It is true that this person is pretending to be acquainted with the Eight Masters, but isn’t it just moments like this and scenes like this that our ancient sword cultivators have been seeking all our lives?
At this moment, everyone understood what Sack Ba Zun was thinking:
Just for this moment that will be recorded in history, why not die?
"He is..."
High in the sky, after listening to these words with a heart as high as the sky, Half-Saint Dai Xiu looked back at the sloppy man on the ground with his sword coming out of Fu Sang, and quickly thought of something.
His expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and soon turned blue and white, and he asked in disbelief:
"Brother Cheng, you asked me to wait here. The one we want to fight is the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
You might as well let me commit suicide at home!
Cheng Caizhi responded quickly: "False, this beast may have some strength, but it is definitely not one of the Eight Masters. Otherwise, how could I easily provoke him?"
"Indeed..." Half Saint Luo frowned slightly.
Who among the women of that era had not paid some attention to and fantasized about the Eight Masters?
After thinking about it, she decided to say: "This poem was recited by the Eight Deities, in the Eighth Palace of the White Cave outside Tiansang City in the Eastern Heaven Realm of the Eastern Region..."
"Well, he never sings the same song a second time..." At the end of the sentence, his voice sounded like a mosquito.
The sickly old man, the semi-saint Qinggui, laughed out loud, winked and said: "Remember that you are so detailed, Fairy Luo Hui, is very knowledgeable about the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
Luo Hui's face turned red, and he quickly returned to normal. He looked back and glared at the semi-saint green ghost, but did not answer.
Half-Saint Dai Xiu squinted his eyes and stared at the slovenly man with eight fingers and scars on his neck on the ground for a long time without saying anything.
He has watched the battle of the ten thrones.
After that, I had nightmares day and night, with ten mountains weighing on my heart, and it was difficult to be sanctified. I really wanted to erase that memory!
Finally gritting his teeth, Dai Xiu completed his mental preparation, put the spear in his hand, pulled out, and shouted:
"Brother Cheng, wait a minute, let me come and meet this guy first!"