Even if he only took half a step back, the spectators in Lingyu Mountain were excited.
This is the Holy Emperor, and he is here in person, not to mention that the hunting ghosts and ghosts all come out, but they still retreat half a step.
The most important thing is that Yi Gui blocks the loneliness in the air.
After the Hundred Ghost Altar was sacrificed, it was not effective in isolating attacks from the beginning to the end.
All defenses are ineffective under the ancient swordsmanship of the eight gods who know the true and false repeatedly.
——He even got slapped in the face!
"Is it foreshadowing?"
"The Ghost Sword Immortal fought against the Eighth Sword Immortal. Although they fought in the air in the first round, he took half a step back! What happened after that?"
"I don't think so! The Ghost Sword Immortal was just careless. I didn't expect that the Eight Masters would dare to take such a risk in the end. He was just relying on Xiao Kongtong's body, so he couldn't hurt himself, right?"
"If we really have to face each other face to face, not to mention that his ten-segment sword fingers have been worn away and no substantial damage has been done. The subsequent counterattack of the Ghost Sword Immortal will definitely be enough for the Eight Masters to drink a pot!"
"But I don't think there is a 'what if'. A half step is still a step, and a half step to win is still a chip... Oh, it's also a win."
"Haha, then I think Ba Zunzun has three losses. He has not dared to reveal his true identity so far, which is one loss. He has successfully aroused the anger of the Ghost Sword Immortal, which is two losses. With these two losses, he has three losses!
"
"Okay, okay, you win, you don't lose, your whole family has no uncles!"
"I'm just talking about things, you idiots, why are you so impatient?"
"I'm anxious for your mother!"
"..."
There were many people watching the battle in Lingyu Mountain.
There are also different opinions on this round of fighting.
It seems that the combination of the Eight Masters and Xiao Kongtong has won half a step, but it is only a half step, and it is difficult to match the myth created by the "Eighth Sword Immortal" back then.
The higher the expectations, the greater the gap.
What most people want to see is if the Eighth Sword Immortal really shows up and kills the Holy Emperor with one sword in a single blow, that would be amazing!
The reality seems to be very skinny.
If a half-step victory is still a victory, this will inevitably remind people of the battle in the past when the Eight Masters ended in a disastrous defeat.
A disastrous defeat is also a defeat. Once defeated, it is difficult to come back and win again!
The myth itself has long been stained, and so far it has not been able to live up to people's expectations and meet their high expectations. This in itself means that there is something wrong with the myth.
"If the young Eight Masters are illusory swordsmen, the old Eight Masters themselves look so weak. Could it be that they really don't dare to show up to fight, right?"
"On the other side of the time rift, Que Leihan's performance is just mediocre. The thunder is loud, the raindrops are light, and there is no god-killing, right?"
"The three great ancestral gods all seem to have retreated and stopped fighting. Like Emperor Hua Sheng, they don't seem to be afraid, but more like... preparing for an attack?"
Combining the overall performance of Huachangdeng after its arrival in the five regions, as well as the war situation like a crack in the time, some people have begun to swing their stance and re-align.
Being slapped in the face and taking half a step back is insignificant.
In terms of the overall situation, Shengnu's performance after the arrival of Huachangdeng is indeed a bit like fighting the fire.
What other people think and think will not affect the outcome of the battle.
The hot tears in Hua Changdeng's eyes had evaporated, and now only the tip of his nose was slightly red. He was aware of the smiling gaze, but he didn't care about it.
He is not someone who sticks to small details, nor does he feel sorry for himself for taking half a step back.
After half a step, he simply took another half step back.
Then he touched his nose, chuckled and summoned the copper lamp, stretched out his hand to pull it, and two broken souls flew out.
One sword and one soul, any more are considered bonuses.
Even if my opponent is no longer Xiao Kongtong, I have never made an agreement. Since you, Bazun, have shown up, why not give you some face?
"Chichi..."
It's ridiculous that after the battle at Kongtong, he was in the shape of a wooden stake, with only sword thoughts intertwined all over his body, controlling his body and not falling to the ground.
He had no energy left to move.
The people from Meisi hurried forward to pick up the remnant soul and couldn't help but sigh.
I never thought that before entering the building, Li Fugui was still a human being. After leaving the building, Li Fugui was completely dead, leaving only a few pieces of his soul.
"You have regressed."
The one who regressed was clearly Hua Changdeng, but Hua Changdeng stared at the shattered Xiao Kongtong. After taking back the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, he spoke again:
"You were lucky enough to beat me by half, but then you handed over your trump card. This is not like you."
"And if these are all you have left, I'll be disappointed."
Xiao Kongtong's lips curled up, and it took a long time before he could respond. This time everyone heard clearly that it was indeed not him, but the voice of Bazun:
"I'm in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower."
Of course Hua Changdeng saw it, not only in the magic sword technique, but also in Li Fugui's soul memory.
He didn't care about any of this. The only thing he focused on at this moment was the eight young masters who only appeared for a moment at the last moment and were both real and fake:
"What is that?"
If that is true, its power is derived from the sword thought, which is far better than the sword thought, giving people a sufficient sense of threat, and the Eight Masters may still have the power to fight.
If that was an illusion, just a phantom swordsmanship adventure on the battlefield, Hua Changdeng's burning desire to fight again thirty years later would become waning.
"Sword me."
The Eight Masters are well versed in the idea of speaking concisely and concisely, without redundant explanations.
Hua Changdeng tasted these two words carefully and wanted to laugh a little. Was he the "Sword Self" he created to deal with his own "Sword Demon"?
Even the name is so specific!
But Ba Zunzun is quite smart, knowing that with the intensity of his sword thoughts, he simply cannot catch one of the three sword ghost swords of his adult form.
only……
What path do I take with this sword?
Although the Eight Masters are extremely talented and have first-class understanding of the Tao, they are often able to outdo others and outperform others, but that's all.
Legends are meant to be told to ordinary people.
From the perspective of Huachangdeng, the Eight Masters are just average.
His swordsmanship stands on the path of becoming the sword god Gu Louying.
His sword thought stood on the shoulders of Quilehan Punishing God Xingjie.
Many geniuses in this world have the ability to "take the essence and discard the dross", but when it comes to "making something out of nothing and finding a new path", most people actually walk in mud.
Apart from Que Leihan, apart from himself, looking across the five realms, it would be difficult for Hua Changdeng to see a third true genius!
What is Jianwo's intention, what form of presentation it is, what principles it incorporates, whether it is a hodgepodge or a collection of the best of hundreds of schools of thought, whether it is innovative or something created out of nothing...
These are all still question marks.
To be able to stand out in one of them is already a gift. To say that you have reached the extreme level in all of them is as difficult as reaching the sky!
After all, "Three breaths of innateness, three years of sword immortality" can always be suppressed for hundreds of years.
But those who follow the new path, have you not noticed that some of the ten ancestors have walked for millions of years and can hardly even take a single step!
"You're already here, why don't you show up?"
Hua Changdeng didn't want to wait, he wanted to see Jianwo now to see if it was a mystery or something serious.
Bazun knew it but did not accept the attack head-on.
Hua Changdeng is so anxious, obviously he has other considerations, and it has something to do with the plans of the Third Patriarch.
And he has been waiting for thirty years, and he is not in a hurry at the moment. There are all kinds of things, how can Xu Xiaoshou be important?
"I'm in Gujin Wangyou Tower. If you can get in, I'll fight with you. If you can't get in, just wait."
Once the conversation is over, no more entanglement.
The sword thoughts on Xiao Kongtong's body stopped intertwining, and he vomited blood and collapsed, thrashing on the ground again and again. His injuries were extremely serious.
Go, go?
Such an unexpected arrival, such a graceful departure, without any regard for any variables, and without regard for everyone...
"What if he isn't the Eighth Sword Immortal?"
Everyone looked at Huasheng Emperor, unsure of his response.
Should they continue the killing spree and force the Eight Masters to show up again, or should they just wait and see if they can't get in as the latter said?
Hua Changdeng frowned and stared at Xiao Kongtong's broken body for a long time.
His ears moved slightly, as if he had received some sound transmission, but he shook his head slightly and finally looked at Mei Siren.
Even though he had just fought with Xiao Kongtong in the past, he was still paying attention to the present of Lingyu Mountain and knew that the Meisi people came from the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower.
"I'll give you an hour."
Hua Changdeng took a deep breath and spoke. This was a concession after taking a half step back, and it was also his expectation and respect for "Sword Wo".
brush!
All eyes in the audience turned to Mr. Siren.
Mei Si looked at the former student and now the Holy Emperor, opened his mouth, and finally raised his brows high, without saying any words.
"Actually, I don't even have the ability to convey messages on my behalf..."
"Just like you can't enter the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, the same goes for me."
Of course, such a price drop would not come out of your mouth.
In front of thousands of people on Lingyu Mountain, the Meisi people slapped out a new paper fan and fanned it gently, making ink characters fly and snowflakes flying - it was so cold in the ice and snow!
"Awesome, awesome."
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Everyone in the audience was stunned. Is this a mockery?
Mei Siren immediately realized something. Without lowering his head, he calmly turned the fan secretly:
"It's easy to talk about."
…
"Mr. Ba Zunzhen wins."
In the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, Kongyuhen has already gained a second place, but I can still say a few good words.
Just now, Ba Zunzun just said to open the window.
The windows of the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower can naturally be opened.
The Eight Lords knew what they were planning, so of course they were not looking at the scenery outside the window, but rushing to the battlefield to ease the situation.
It’s natural to understand that I have spare time to hate.
After obtaining the second door, this convenience can naturally be given to me, so I did so.
After a fight, he narrowly won by half a move, but he still won.
I hate that I don't know how to pour cold water on it, but I also want to hear Ba Zunshen's personal evaluation of Hua Chang Deng.
"It's just a coincidence."
Ba Zunzun didn't take this victory to heart, "We haven't seen him for many years, and he is still pretending to be the heir of Yunshan. If he had been surprised earlier, there wouldn't have been so many things, and it was actually me who should have quit."
"Mr. Ba Zunzhen, my sword..." Kong Yuhen tried a little.
"You want to try?"
Seeing that the other person was smiling but not smiling, Kong Yuhen immediately shook his head and changed the subject:
"It can be considered a hand-in-hand in advance. Are you sure about the next situation, Mr. Ba Zunshen?"
Of course, this is not a question about the situation, but essentially a question about Huachangdeng. But the war has not actually started yet, so who knows if there will be any changes?
50/50?
Take a gamble?
Ba Zunzhen never said such meaningless words. He stared at the space and smiled bitterly: "You have the right to turn back at any time. If you want to stand, they can stand. I don't care, but what's wrong with Xu Xiaoshou?"
Of course I didn’t mean it... I didn’t ask about it anymore, it was really easy for people to misunderstand. After my thoughts turned to the other side, I murmured:
"Calculating the time, it should be almost done."
…
"Passive system..."
Xu Xiaoshou was on the hospital bed, holding the Source of Time and Space in his hand, staring at the red interface in front of him and the Gate of Reincarnation, not daring to dwell on it.
The unknown is thunder, and you never know when it will break out.
Since Shi Zu gave him the pearl to trace everything back, he must explore what he needs to explore and take risks he should take.
Some secrets have been hidden until today, and it’s time to see the real chapter.
"bring it on!"
Holding the golden beads in his hand and squirming his paralyzed body, Xu Xiaoshou aimed the source of time and space at the red interface of the passive system.
It is divided into several major passive skill sections, and many passive skill names are listed in them.
But at this moment, they are not the protagonists.
This is the essence of a passive system!
"Buzz."
As soon as the golden bead is printed with a red interface, the power of time and space inside it flows on its own, turning into a swirling golden cloud and smoke, which is slowly injected into the interface.
Fluctuation, chaos...
The entire ward space began to distort as a result.
Xu Xiaoshou was nervous and looking forward to it, watching as the red interface representing the passive system wrinkled a little and collapsed towards the center.
He very much doubted that after the source of time and space destroyed the passive system, all his passive skills would also disappear.
But he is determined!
If what is given can be taken away at any time, everything in itself is meaningless.
So from now on, starting from scratch and rebuilding can also be regarded as a blessing among misfortunes.
——At least wake up early!
"In this case, I will change my name to Master Xu, and I will start taking the initiative!"
"Well, it doesn't sound good. Xu Dazu? Xu Zu? Just call him a god and ancestor."
"It's weird. I'm so deceiving myself. Ah, it's so annoying. It's not as good as 'Xu Gusheng'..."
The retroactive power of the source of time and space is still continuing, and the golden clouds and smoke fill the entire ward, which is frightening to see.
Xu Xiaoshou was thinking wildly, but he didn't want everything to develop in the most extreme direction.
But when he took this step, he also prepared for the worst: if all his life-long skills were exhausted, he would still have a name to accompany him!
This is the realization gained through self-cultivation.
He is not Xu Xiaoshou, a third-level spirit refiner who only mastered the sword Baiyun Youyou in the outer courtyard in three years. He is Xu Tianjiao, who was able to combine all his insights and find a new path in half a year!
Along the way, he had already proved that his understanding was not bad, and he also developed the confidence to practice Taoism again.
Name, born out of sword thoughts, takes root in the world. It starts from "cognition" and relies on "passivity" to achieve enlightenment. However, it is not like a castle in the air like a passive system, but has a down-to-earth sense of security.
"No matter what happens, I can rely on my reputation to get back to the top!"
"At that time, I will take back everything that belongs to me and everything that does not belong to me, and I will also see if that 'famous ancestor' is real or fake!"
Xu Xiaoshou twisted his mouth and clenched his fist fiercely, as if this could scare away the unknown fear.
In fact, he also knows that there is not much time left for himself.
It is easy to cultivate one's name. Under the pressure of Hua Changdeng and the Third Ancestor, no one will give me time to grow again.
"time……"
Xu Xiaoshou had a splitting headache when he thought that he was still in the long river of time and needed a lot of time to practice Taoism.
But suddenly, in the cold golden clouds that filled the ward, a low voice came from nowhere:
"Meow~"
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
Greedy God!
He immediately looked around.
But after Greedy God made a contract with him and merged with him, he seemed unable to enter the world of the ward behind the second door.
Xu Xiaoshou's heart stabilized.
"Yes, I still have the God of Greed, and I still have the power of devouring..."
time?
It doesn't take any time for the Devouring Body to grow again!
I'm really desperate, so I just start eating, eating, eating. I have the entire apricot world, I have the four ancestral trees, I have all the resources from scratch to the ancestral gods, I have friends, family...
"I already have nothing. What am I afraid of?"
Same white ward, completely different life experiences, Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and suddenly smiled with relief
And at the same time, when his mind calmed down, the power of tracing back to the source of time and space in front of him ended.
"Coming!"
In mid-air, the red interface of the passive system disappeared.
Instead, there was a very simple-looking black turntable with a long and thin pointer on it that seemed to break if it was turned on.