The snow in Fusang is very light, and it doesn't fall as hard as in Yujing.
The spectators around the wine shop wanted to wait for a vigorous holy war.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Caizhi's four saints, after wailing a few times, their bodies all stopped in mid-air.
Those who didn't know it thought that these Four Saints suddenly lost their desire to fight.
With some insight, my eyes immediately turned to Ba Zunzhen, and I found that he had put the sack on the ground at some point, and retracted his hands into his sleeves.
"Everyone, help me count the tens." He suddenly turned his head and looked at the spectators outside the field with a smile.
"The Eight Masters have already drawn their swords..."
Some people looked at him with fear in their hearts.
There is no doubt that the first among the Four Saints to succeed was the phantom sword technique of the "Eighth Sword Immortal".
Whether this person's identity is true or not is still debatable.
But with his silent first sword, he was able to control the Four Saints, which was a bit too shocking for the gods.
"At the very least, you have to be at the level of the older generation of Sword Immortals to be able to do this, right?"
While thinking and trying to figure out the purpose of the sack, the good people outside the field began to help count:
"ten!"
Although I don’t know what his intention is, it doesn’t feel like he really wants to kill all the four saints with one enemy, right?
"Nine!"
The first sound appeared, and then someone spoke.
"eight!"
Soon, the enthusiasm of the spectators was aroused, and they spoke out one after another.
"seven……"
The crowd counted quickly.
The speed at which Fu Sangxue fell seemed to speed up.
When they counted to "five", they saw the Eight Masters step forward with sword intent in their eyes.
With a loud bang, everyone felt like there was thunder in their ears, and they saw in a trance the scene of ten statues gathered together in the vast wilderness.
"This is……"
Alchemy Saint Lu Shi and his pupils were shocked.
Li You of Yin Guizong is also beautiful and wide-eyed.
In the picture, there are several "evil ghosts" surrounding them. The Eighth Sword Immortal dressed in white also steps out, and standing face to face...
"Cheng Sheng? Cheng Caizhi?"
"No, it's Dai Xiu, half-saint Dai Xiu!"
"I saw Fairy Luo, no, it's a semi-saint green ghost?"
The people on the opposite side had four transformations, and each one was shaking like chaff, as if they were suffering from indescribable terrifying pressure.
And that pressure clearly comes from...
"Snow?"
Some people looked up at the sky.
People are in Fusang, and their intention is in the wilderness.
There was heavy snow falling all over the sky, accompanied by the sound of singing and chanting, which made people breathless:
"If you ask for snow in August, you will get nothing."
"In a dream, flowers are drunk under the moon, but pear branches can be broken."
Declare.
The snow falls like sprinkles and rustles down.
Outside the city, the earth hummed and shook.
The Eight Masters raised their sleeves, and a pair of needles flew out from the sleeves. At this moment, the sound of the sword was heard, and pear trees several feet high were uprooted in various places.
"three!"
The enthusiasm of the spectators for the countdown was pushed to a climax.
When it comes to the final moment, the snow is heavy on the pear branches, thousands of trees are blooming like flowers, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword fly past, piercing the sky, and the sky is filled with white.
"Crack!"
The first pear branch was broken by heavy snow.
This is like triggering a chain reaction. Under the guidance of the double needles, pear orchards all over the city and pear trees all over the mountain are clicking.
The sounds of broken branches come and go, like those ten thousand swords breaking free from their restraints, and each snowflake shoots out the bright sword energy and clangs into the sky.
"ah--"
Among the Four Saints, the first one who couldn't hold on was the Semi-Saint Green Ghost who was born in the Southern Territory.
He was clearly high in the sky above Fusang, behind the Three Saints, and had not encountered anything yet.
He was obviously just surrounded by ten statues in the wilderness, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword only stirred up the flying snow, but it didn't seem to be aimed at him.
The semi-saint green ghost seemed to have encountered some terrible horror, his eyes were filled with blood and tears, and his face was full of ferocious green and white.
"No! Don't!"
"Mother, mother...don't kill, no--"
"Alan, no, no -"
He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but his face was filled with fear and helplessness.
He was as crazy as a lunatic. His holy power surged and bombed everywhere, completely destroying Fusang City.
But there is no fixed target of attack, they are all aimless venting attacks.
What is he trying to save?
After he vented his anger, he couldn't do anything in the given past.
"one……"
The counting sound gradually became very low and weak.
The spectators were horrified to see what happened to the semi-saint Aoki. Even the majestic semi-saint could not resist it, and became like this?
"His childhood?" Tie Dameng hesitated and looked at Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu, who shook his head and said nothing.
However, Taoist Master Shangfeng of the Formation Saint spoke up: "Those who can cultivate to the semi-saint level in the Southern Territory will always experience twists and turns, and the most difficult one is the 'heart test'... I remember that Qing Gui experienced ups and downs when he was a child, as well as when he was young, and as an adult.
It was the same later, when he was forty-two years old, he had an epiphany, and then he started to overcome obstacles all the way from the master, and was finally canonized..."
Tie Dameng clicked his tongue and looked at the "Eighth Sword Immortal", wondering and saying: "This is killing your heart..."
Everyone has a past that is difficult to look back on.
In the hands of this guy, he used the ten thrones that were feared by all the saints in the world to suppress him, and then amplified the fear in his heart, making him unbearable.
Every snowflake raised by the twin needles of the Hidden Sword must be the most painful past of the Semi-Saint Aoki.
And now, he has experienced it all over again!
"What a terrifying Ten Thousand Swordsmanship..."
Gu Qingsan also practices the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, but he has never tried such a combination of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, the Illusion Sword Technique, and the Heart Sword Technique.
What is the origin of these eight acquaintances?
The fusion of various realms is like an antelope hanging its horns. When the real Eighth Sword Immortal comes, it can't be better than this, right?
…
There is a sound when the snow falls.
That was the sound of a pear tree breaking.
Every snowflake falling on Dai Xiu in Fusang City was like cotton falling on a high mountain, and the mountain remained motionless.
But when in the wilderness, the snowflakes stirred up by the double needles of the Hidden Sword flew past, Dai Xiu's half-holy defense was like paper.
He was actually killed by the snowflakes shooting from the sky, and his body was covered with wounds and bruises.
"No--"
As soon as the countdown to ten in Fusang City ended, Dai Xiu could no longer suppress the trembling in his heart.
He tried hard to calm down his past self.
But the inner calamity that he could suppress by all means during the holy calamity at that time was easily seduced out of this unprepared moment.
The first time I went crazy due to my innate forcible enlightenment...
At the age of 20, the world of love has never been able to suppress the tendency of self-repression...
The Half-Saint Ruins thought they had a chance, but in the end they were almost taken away by the Half-Saint old monster. The confrontation lasted for thirteen years...
Small ones, big ones.
It's so far-fetched that it can be fatal.
Following the snowflake cave, like a sharp sword piercing the mind, all kinds of past events come one after another!
In an instant, Dai Xiu was tortured into a green man, his whole face turned green to purple, and he felt like vomiting.
But he is not a semi-saint green ghost.
His past is quite reasonable, and everything is still on track.
At least every time in the past, he successfully defeated the hardships and defeated himself even more.
And this time...
"This time, it's the same!"
With his heart roaring, Dai Xiu found himself again.
He looked at the ten seats in front of him. Each of the ten seats was empty - I can defeat them!
He looked at the eight acquaintances in front of him. The eight acquaintances were not real - I will definitely win!
The half-sage's strong self-confidence helped him escape from the predicament and was about to be reborn from the ashes. Dai Xiuzhi grasped the gun and struck it down with one shot, dissociating the swordsmanship all over his body.
"Wow!"
In the week of Fusang, everyone was shocked.
The first one!
Among the Four Saints, Dai Xiu was the first and only one who was able to suddenly take action and break the shackles.
Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu showed a shocked look, Yin Guizong Li You was even more surprised, Dai Xiu was completely oblivious and only focused on the present.
"Yes, it's all fake!"
"These are just the second world, just his little tricks!"
The semi-saint personality was sacrificed, and the holy power bloomed magnificently.
Even though his body was covered with blood, Dai Xiuyi did not hesitate, raised his gun and swept away, pointing directly at Fake Eight Masters, whose momentum seemed to have weakened slightly after that move!
"Buzz..."
At this moment, the screen everywhere was shattered.
The ten thrones turned into flying ashes and disappeared into smoke.
Dai Xiu found himself back in Fusang City, and his holy thoughts scanned the other three saints around him.
The semi-holy green ghost was making strange noises, scurrying around with its head in its hands, and was in a state of utter confusion. It was unknown what it had gone through.
The half-saint Cheng picked it up like falling into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't know what he had experienced.
Ban Shengluo's thighs were tightly closed, his lower lip was pursed tightly, his face was red, and he didn't know what he had experienced.
"They couldn't break free, why can I?"
"Or can you say that my escape this time is fake?"
His thoughts were like a floating boat. When this thought flashed across his mind, Dai Xiu suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the predicament of the ten thrones swept across them like a nightmare again.
Dai Xiu stopped again.
What he saw was that after the eight masters mastered the sword, they moved forward.
The same clouds and gentle breezes, the same strolling in the courtyard, he helped me make the choice, and with a hint, there was a sword light coming from the east.
At this time, the flying snow has passed away, and a golden light shines between the sky and the earth, accompanied by a misty song:
"There is a great hidden Buddha in the world..."
…
"Why am I doing this?"
The pressure is too much!
It's really too big!
This "one poem, one sword, one sword, one song" may be acceptable to those who have not personally fought or participated in the battle for the ten thrones, but only heard legends.
Dai Xiu is not!
When the moaning sounded again, in an instant, his short and glorious life was over in his mind.
Compared to the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he is not even a piece of dust.
Dai Xiu suddenly woke up, he was not the protagonist of this battle, Cheng Caizhi was!
He was only here by invitation, and it was just a small test. Why did he fight so hard for Cheng Caizhi that he actually wanted to test the Eighth Sword Immortal's edge - whether he was or not.
"I'm crazy!"
If you give up your thoughts all at once, it will be like a flood breaking a dam and getting out of control.
Dai Xiu even gave up the desire to fight, put away his Seli Gun, sacrificially poured out a little holy blood, and chose without hesitation...
"Blood Escape!"
…
"Blood Escape·The Way to Retreat from Heaven!"
"Blood Escape·Xue Luohui!"
"Forbidden Nine Ghosts and Gods!"
Cheng Caizhi was awakened from a nightmare by several sounds in succession.
His face was stunned, and his holy thoughts swept away, but he saw the three saints in front of him and behind him, none of them knew what they had experienced, and their faces were as white as paper.
One by one, they vomited semen and blood, or offered holy blood. The semi-holy green ghosts even gave up their physical bodies...
Actually, on the run!
"Three people!?"
Cheng Caizhi's eyes almost burst.
Only after he was tortured in the pear garden was he able to break free, and he even thought about uniting with the Three Saints to attack back together.
Who would have thought that these three saints would be scared out of their wits, and face the mere fake eight acquaintances, but they would actually choose to retreat.
If you withdraw and leave me alone, how should we fight?
Those are the Eight Masters!
No, that's not the Eight Masters...
No, if he wasn't the Eight Masters, how could he scare the shit out of these three saints...
"Buzz!"
Fusang disappears and dreams return.
Cheng Caizhi once again returned to the barren mountains and ridges, and this time he was not an outside observer.
He was not beside the scholar.
He attracted the attention of the public, shouldered all the pressure that should be shared by the four holy places, and faced the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him with a poem, a sword, and a song!
"There is a great Buddha hidden in the world, and a great Buddha stands in the heart."
"One sword comes to the east, and everything goes to the west."
As the dazzling Buddha's light shone, the Eighth Sword Immortal had already made his choice for himself, and pointed out a move to summon... Qingju!
The sky is one foot tall and eight people know each other well. Who dares to take the title of Qingju?
This time, I faced not just half a sword, but a whole sword of Qingju, the Eighth Sword Immortal in his prime!
"Big Buddha...kill!"
When the sword light struck, Cheng Caizhi's heart trembled.
Want to stand up, legs and feet are weak;
I tried to resist, but was exhausted.
There is more than one big Buddha in his heart - ten of them can be as big as a mountain, and more than half of the saints from the five realms are invincible, not to mention the various remarks made frequently by saint emperors and ancestor gods in the past six months.
He watched helplessly as the sword light kept enlarging and he kept shrinking, the Eight Masters kept enlarging and he kept shrinking, the world kept enlarging, but he was still shrinking...
He raised his hands high in front of his face, trying to cover up the bright golden light in the sky. Like a child facing the sky, the only resistance he could make was that he had no way to resist.
"No--"
…
Fusang City.
The pear trees are gone.
Ba Zunzhen pulled back his two needles with his sleeves, raised his two fingers together, and slashed lightly in the air.
"Big Buddha Kill?!"
Lu Shiyu has seen this style and the Eight Masters are well versed in the technique of becoming famous!
Li You was originally sure that this person was not a familiar person, but this time, his heart was shaken again.
Gou Wuyue stared at the sword, slightly distracted...
What everyone in the wine shop was looking at was not the reaction of the saints, but the half-saint who was the only one in the center of the battlefield who was still standing there, apart from the deserters!
Half Saint, Cheng Caizhi!
But he is not a brave man.
He seemed unable to run, and closed his eyes tightly. After the golden light shone, hundreds of thousands of mountains grew out of his back.
Even though the mountains were just shadows, they still pressed Cheng Caizhi to the ground.
"brush!"
The giant Buddha was slashed, and the sword light flashed.
Behind Cheng Cai, hundreds of thousands of mountains collapsed.
His whole body seemed to be emptied and cut into pieces in an instant. After a violent shock, the protective spirit beads crackled into pieces and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Dead?"
The spectators in the wine shop jumped up in fright.
One sword, kill the saint?
"No, not dead yet, just..."
Cheng Caizhi was indeed still alive, but he was taking in too much air and not letting out too much. He was lying on the ground unable to get up, and he even foamed at the mouth in the end.
This is worse than death!
A dignified semi-saint was cut to the ground with one sword and was left frothing?
"He, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal..."
The Great Buddha Slash is the standard equipment of the Eighth Sword Immortal. It is a technique that became famous in the Battle of the Ten Seats and is a brilliance that cannot be replicated.
Everyone looked at the Eight Deities on the other side.
That slovenly, unscrupulous guy, with an expression as calm as if he had crushed an ant to death, easily bent down and picked up his torn sack again.
He looked at the crowd and raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, but was quickly suppressed.
He looked back at Cheng Caizhi, who was about to die like an old dog frothing. He stared at it for a long time, laughed, and opened his mouth:
"With one blow of my sword, I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I wish you well... uh."
He suddenly seemed to choke on his saliva, his eyes drifted to the other side, and then he started to dodge.
Someone noticed it and followed it.
Then they saw Gou Wuyue's face as black as charcoal, as gloomy as if ink was about to drip out.
"cough."
Bazun cleared his throat, gave a sly smile, walked slowly over the process, clasped one hand behind his waist, and calmly changed his words:
"If you want to gain my reputation, you still need seven points of effort."