Hua Changdeng suddenly woke up, and Xiao Kongtong opened the mysterious sword. He did not force himself to the third realm, but invited the eight masters.
"Similar to the great summoning technique of Xiang Yao Yao..."
And with such a twist in my thoughts.
The atmosphere on the other side seemed to have changed.
In fact, the Eight Masters are undisguised from the beginning to the end. It is just the inertia of people's thinking, and it is difficult to change it for a while.
These ten sword fingers look like they can be heard from Xiao Kongtong, but in fact they are not the same. This sword thought seems to be able to be heard from Xiao Kongtong, but in fact it is of a higher level.
"He appeared so obviously, but I didn't recognize him the first time..."
A little cold light suddenly broke out, and Lingyu was swept by wind and snow.
The Eight Masters are proficient in the simultaneous use of sword fingers, almost exhausting the limit of the Three Thousand Sword Techniques, and converging absolute power into their fingertips to point out the Arrancar.
And that side is his Huachangdeng!
"Well done!"
Huachang Deng was not surprised but happy.
When the cold light of the sword pointed in front of him, he leaned his upper body back slightly, pulled it out from his waist, and held it hanging in front of him.
Keng——
The melodious sound of the sword resounded through the mountains, making people excited.
At the critical moment, the faint cyan sword light shone, as if the night turned into day in an instant, allowing the spectators to see the battle more clearly.
Hunting ghosts on both sides.
On one side, the sharp edges of ten sword points shine out.
It was like a mirror looking into a demon, making everyone realize that the person who could send out such a superb finger could never be Xiao Kongtong in a weak state...
"The Eighth Sword Immortal is here!"
I don't know who shouted loudly, and the whole mountain of Lingyu Mountain was restless.
Everyone woke up as if from a dream, and their blood began to pour into their heads, making their blood boil.
On the other side of the ghost hunt, Hua Changdeng responded calmly.
The green light that shone slightly on the sword seemed to cast a layer of cold and cold light on his face, reflecting his stern look, making it even more penetrating:
"Order this: the Altar of Hundred Ghosts!"
A few short words, like a command from the gods.
With a command, the ten-segment sword pointed at Shimmer and the hunting ghost. The distance was already just a hair's breadth, and he never thought that the mustard seeds would turn into Sumeru.
In the meantime, he was forced into countless worlds.
Layers after layers of Fengdu visions, scenes of purgatory, blooming like epiphyllums in this world, ice and fire, tongue pulling, steamers, iron trees... countless people were tortured.
All kinds of scenery cannot be looked at carefully.
The scene inside is terrible.
At the end, a six-sided altar made of skulls emerged from the stamen, with soul-destroying ghosts embedded in the gaps, screaming to the sky.
The Hundred Ghost Altar appears!
From small to large, in an instant it can reach the sky!
It lies between the hunting ghost and the pointed edge of the ten-segment sword, turning it into an absolute defense that can block any attack in the world.
"It's hanging..."
The Eighth Sword Immortal is strong.
But he used Xiao Kongtong’s body.
As for Hua Changdeng, he is here in person.
The one used is no longer the clone of his thoughts and treasure incarnation when he was killed by Master Shou next to the stone tablet in the Zhongyuan Realm...
What he used this time were all real Fengdu treasures!
No matter how fierce the ten-segment sword finger is, can it break through the defense of the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, which is higher than the sky and more terrifying than the copper wall?
No matter how strong the sword thought is, it can overcome the eighteen different levels of hell, finally break through Fengdu, reach Huachangdeng's true form, and damage its roots?
"Not at all!"
Many ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain clenched their fists.
Compared to the reputation of the Ghost Sword Immortal, the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal of the Eastern Region is huge.
In addition, although the Holy Slave "does no evil", it can be regarded as seeking freedom for those in high positions. Not to mention anything else, the personal charm of the Eight Masters also makes the world fall in love with him.
In this battle, at least 70% of Lingyu Mountain is on the side of the Holy Slave.
And if you want to put aside your stance, then about 99% of people want to see the Eight Masters.
However...
The Holy Emperor takes the lead!
How difficult is it to win?
…
"As of now..."
The battle situation is changing rapidly, and everything happens in the blink of an eye.
Until this moment, the word "stop" uttered from Xiao Kongtong's mouth was able to calm the storm on Lingyu Mountain.
And it sounds exactly like this!
What everyone saw was actually the fierce light emitted by the eight acquaintances. It was going away with a devastating force, but suddenly it hit the hunting ghosts, the vision of Fengdu, and the unshakable Altar of Hundred Ghosts.
, stop strongly.
"brush!"
Lingyu wind and snow followed by a late stop.
This pause caught the hearts of almost all the spectators, making them hold their breath and their thoughts tremble:
"With such a sharp and fierce finger, you can stop when you say stop?"
"Can this stop? If it were me, it would explode as soon as it stops!"
"The weight is orderly, the relaxation is appropriate, the control is familiar, and the master is perfect... Oh my God! What level of control is this? Is it designed in advance, or is it adaptable?"
If it is the former, it would be a bit scary. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Eight Deities are skilled in scheming and are far superior to the heavens of Dao.
If it's the latter, it would be even more terrifying. It's easier said than done to take advantage of the situation in a battle, but it would test your basic skills and combat consciousness.
You can see the true meaning in the details.
This finger, the young ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain, such as Xiao Wanfeng, Gu Qing, etc., can recall it for more than half a year after carefully studying it.
"If you want to take advantage of the situation, how do the Eight Masters want to take advantage of the Hundred Ghost Altar?"
This is the point!
And when such thoughts flashed through the minds of the spectators, and even Hua Changdeng was suspicious of the emergency stop, the Eight Masters had already responded in time.
It is exactly as he said.
It trembled slightly in front of the hunting ghost, and then with a "pop" sound, it rippled like water waves and spread into the void.
It's light and easy, pleasing to the eye.
"Wow!"
Everyone was moved by the wave of sword thoughts that swept through the wind and snow without being surprised. For a moment, they felt like they were in another world.
Or Lingyu Mountain.
But the night has been lost, and the wonderful scenery of Fengdu has been lost.
The faint light of dawn shines through the clouds from the east. It is gentle and warm, but it makes people who have adapted to the night feel a bit dazzling.
"Ah! It's a sword!"
Someone exclaimed, the light slowly came out, fell into the eyes, penetrated into the heart, and pierced the soul, and then it actually reflected its true shape, which turned into tiny pieces of lightsabers.
If the light spreads across the sky, the sword will be endless.
The endless sword light descended like a rain of falling swords, striking vigorously at Hua Changdeng, who was still defending the ten-segment sword finger in front of his face.
"Wan Jian Shu! This is Wan Jian Shu, Wan Jian Shu in Illusion Sword Technique?"
"If it's phantom swordsmanship, should I guard against it or not?"
"If you use Ten Thousand Swordsmanship and don't guard against it, you will only be pierced and turned into a hedgehog!"
Hua Changdeng was not a hesitant and uncertain outside observer. He reacted very quickly. He turned around and pointed to Li Ming:
"Order this: Fengdu opens the door, and the world falls into night!"
With a bang, the huge Fengdu Gate opened up again in the void.
The double doors opened wide, taking in the endless sword light. When they finally merged, they took away the dawn and returned the night to the east of Lingyu Mountain.
Hold on!
The spectators clenched their fists again, no longer sure whether they were happy or nervous.
The fight between gods and gods is calm and peaceful.
What's boiling are the theatergoers surrounding the mountain.
"besides!"
Suddenly someone turned to the west and pointed to the distant sky.
The night is dark in the east and the sun is setting in the west. After all, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is too big. Under the infiltration of the Eight Deities, Huachang Deng seems unable to maintain the overall situation of Fengdu.
He protected the east side, but he never thought that the night in the west would also be broken. The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with drunken red.
"Light!"
"It's still light!"
The light of the setting sun shone, this time it was not dazzling, but it hurt my heart.
The light hit the face and reflected in the heart, vaguely sketching the appearance of an angel, but it was not holy.
It is the sunset angel, holding a fierce sword, with twelve wings on its back, the wings are scarlet and can drip blood.
"Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!"
The same Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, but this time it was scripted, and the most standard second level of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, the Wrath of the Big Red God, was performed.
"Twelve wings..."
Gu Qingsan muttered silently at the Sword Tomb.
What a terrifying power this is!
He also majored in Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, so he knew better than others how much effort and effort it would take just to form one wing at the second level of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship.
This does not matter, some people can gather a wing, but they cannot even stabilize the power of one wing, let alone launch an attack.
But heaven...
But the eight masters who are one foot high in the sky know...
In an instant, he constructed a twelve-winged sunset angel, pushing the art of ten thousand swords to the second level.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a grand scene.”
Feng Tingchen took a deep breath, but did not compare himself with the Eight Masters. This would reduce some worries.
He is old.
He gritted his teeth, worked hard, and spent some energy to achieve this.
But he knew that he majored in Wanjian Shu, and Wanjian Shu was just one of the "all involved strategies" for the Eight Masters.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The sunset angel lowered his hands to control the sword, curled up the twelve wings behind his back slightly, and the void froze, and then a storm swept over.
The terrifying blood sword shoots towards Lingyu Mountain from the outside world, like locusts crossing the border, covering the sky and the sun, and is unstoppable.
"Let this be: Hundred Ghosts..."
Hua Changdeng's first reaction was to mobilize the Hundred Ghost Altar, so that he could easily prevent the eight masters of this sword.
Suddenly he woke up and realized that what Bazun was most proficient in was phantom swordsmanship. At this time, even the Wrath of the Great Red God was just making waves in the east and attacking in the west.
The sword is here, but the mind is not.
The only thing you want is for him to take the initiative to remove the defense of Baigui Altar in front of the ten-segment sword finger?
"Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water are just nothing."
Hua Changdeng chuckled and relaxed completely.
Of course he can use the Three Sword Demon Swords. Let alone the Wrath of the Red God in the second realm, he will not be able to win even if he wants to fight with the eight gods who are familiar with the second-generation pure mind.
He has to reach the third realm before he can barely fight with himself!
But the current situation is...
The person on the other side just pointed at me casually, but forced out the Three Sword Demon Swords. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to spread the word?
The Hua Chang Lantern is large and square, facing the sunset angel, holding the sword with its body without any defense.
With a loud bang, the sword light tore open his clothes, pierced his skin, and passed through his body, bringing out a bloody mess.
Swords pierce the body.
Hua Changdeng was shot and turned into a bloody man.
In the end, only a dead skeleton was left standing, and not even half of the flesh and blood on the bones was contaminated.
…
"Dead, dead?"
Such a magnificent debut and such an easy fall are such a child's play.
After the spectators' eyes blurred, the world clicked, like a mirror shattering...
Huachang Deng is dead?
The Huachang lamp is clearly still standing in place!
On Lingyu Mountain, the Ghost Sword Fairy is as straight as a sword, and the hunting ghost is still hanging in front of him, reflecting the faint green light, making people feel bitingly cold.
"It's really magic swordsmanship. Hua Jianxian made the right bet!"
"No, it can't be said to be a 'gamble'. If you don't cultivate your will, the wrath of the Red God under the magic sword alone can kill your consciousness."
"The Ghost Sword Immortal is completely undefended this time. He is facing the sword with his body. All I can say is... strong!"
Hua Changdeng was struck by a sword and remained intact as before.
From this sword, he had clearly seen the realm of the Eight Masters, and couldn't help but chuckle:
"I haven't seen you for more than thirty years, and your magic sword skills are still at this level. Then I think maybe I am taking this battle too seriously..."
Huo!
Before the sound was settled, changes appeared again.
After Lingyu Mountain returned to Lingyu Mountain from Fantasy Swordsmanship, I don’t know when it started to have an extra floor.
Everyone can see it!
The wooden three-story attic has the vicissitudes of time and ancient atmosphere. There is an open window on the first floor of the attic, and there is a person leaning against the window.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"
Someone saw that side face clearly and screamed.
The eight figures standing next to the window are no longer as young as they were then, and their faces have the marks of time. He looks out the window with a melancholy look.
"Snow……"
He murmured softly, stretched out his hand and looked out the window.
The falling snowflakes from Lingyu Mountain fell gently on the palm of his hand, not insoluble, just like the tranquility of the years.
"So quiet..."
During the battle, everyone felt a sense of relief and joy for no reason.
Follow the wooden attic with the plaque "Ancient and Modern Wangyou Building" and follow the sight of the Eighth Sword Immortal looking out from the window.
As everyone saw, the wind in Lingyu Mountain stopped at some point.
The snow fell quietly, and when it hit the ground, there was actually a soft squeaking sound.
And in the vast whiteness, suddenly not far away in the cold winter, there was an unknown red flower blooming brightly.
Red flowers, bright.
At that moment, everyone's attention was taken away.
As a result, the white snow on Lingyu Mountain has become so insignificant, and the green color of the Lingyu and Fumulang trees on the mountain has also faded and become insignificant.
Quiet and beautiful.
This beauty was broken by a sudden and incompatible sound.
Hua Changdeng sneered: "We haven't seen each other for many years, and my magic sword skills have not improved. Your ability to play tricks on mysteries has not fallen much..."
Huo!
His words were undecided.
The eight acquaintances in the attic suddenly turned their heads, as if they were disturbed by someone, their eyes flashed with evil light, and the blood-red red flowers swirled in their eyes, and their sword thoughts were dyed from silver to scarlet.
With a "Zila" sound, everyone's hair stood on end, and even Hua Changdeng realized that something was wrong: everything just now was just a whitewash, and next is the sword that the eight masters are familiar with the true strength?
rumble……
A storm was rising outside the building.
Hoho…
Red flowers are blooming on the mountain.
Suddenly, as if coming from the night sky, a ethereal singing voice came down, with a long aftertaste and a hint of meaning:
"The snow falls, the rain and the wind stop, and the flowers bloom and the grass and trees are light."
"I hear dogs barking at midnight, and evil stars ring in the middle of the night."
who?
Who is speaking!
The spectators felt overwhelming pressure, almost breathless.
"Up there, up there!"
Some people raised their eyes with difficulty despite the pressure, and saw that the night had been torn apart by the stars at some point, and a bright bloody sword thought bloomed.
Hua Changdeng also raised his eyes and looked at Qing Ming.
But in that starlight, there is an Eight-level Master reappearing!
Different from the down-and-out Eight Masters in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower who already showed their twilight atmosphere, he was dressed in white and free and uninhibited. He was clearly still young at that time and still the Eighth Sword Immortal!
The eight young men knew how to sing every step, and they were as rustling as stars. They pointed at the same time and pointed towards the ground, accompanied by a long smile:
"Hua Changdeng, my finger started thirty years ago, and finally thirty years later, you have taken over."
Obviously, he did not stop at the Tao, but continued at the Tao.
With one finger, it penetrated.
The bright blood immediately tore through the boundless night, shattered the endless void, and turned into a torrent, surrounded by a dominant silver light in the middle.
The position it shoots towards is still between Hua Changdeng’s eyebrows!
The location of the ghost!
"It's not Jian Nian..."
Hua Changdeng's pores dilated all over, as if he realized that in the past thirty years, the eight masters had mastered the magic of phantom swordsmanship, but instead used sword thoughts to cultivate something that could rival his own sword ghost.
What is it?
Was it his youth?
There was no time to think about it, even though Bazun Shu had already defeated him once in his youth.
But that time he won without force, this time he still didn't dare to take it lightly, let alone move the Hundred Ghost Altar to defend - it was possible that it was still a magic sword!
Hua Changdeng did not dare to accept the advice of this young man.
He focused all his attention on this weird young man and his weird sword finger. When the sword came to his face, he felt something was wrong again and fiercely struck out the ghost from between his eyebrows!
"Crack."
There are no big fluctuations.
Like a slap in the face, the slight sound echoed on Lingyu Mountain, which suddenly became silent.
The spectators only felt that there was another flower in front of their eyes, such as the eight young masters, the bloody evil star outside the building, and the finger from thirty years ago...
Not at all!
The Huachang lantern is held high above the head, facing the air.
But at the moment when his mind was diverted, the out-of-control Baigui Altar in front of him was like the grass and trees after the red flowers bloomed, easily turned into nothingness by the sword stream opposite.
Xiao Kongtong's ten sword fingers seemed to be frozen in the long river of time. After the waves dispersed, one of them easily passed through the Fengdu vision, the scene of purgatory, and the Altar of Hundred Ghosts.
Click till then.
That wave of light did not erupt with a terrifying sword thought, but struck the ghost-hunting sword hanging in front of Hua Changdeng moderately.
"Crack!"
The light sound as big as a slap came from here.
The hunting ghost received the force and hit the master Hua Changdeng on the high bridge of his nose with a snap. It also did not cause much damage, but left a red mark on the tip of his nose.
"Gulu!"
Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the legendary Holy Emperor Ghost Sword Immortal.
Ghost Sword Fairy's nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.
The ghost on his head was towering and the power of the sword was terrifying, but he seemed unable to withstand the power of the ghost and staggered slightly.
When he almost fell, he subconsciously withdrew his right foot and stepped back, thus stabilizing the situation.
"hehe."
Xiao Kongtong raised the corners of his lips and stared at Hua Changdeng's feet.