"Damn it, we have to wait for an hour and a half, right?"
"There must be some. It has been timed out for a long time. I feel that Ba Zunzhen will not come..."
Around Lingyu Mountain, in the cold wind and snow, there are thousands of figures that are beginning to look restless.
These people come from all over the five regions, and their auras are extremely powerful. Most of them arrived during the waiting period. Among them are ancient sword cultivators and spiritual refiners, with average combat power above the throne.
You have to be at the Throne Realm or above who boasts some means and the ability to protect yourself before you dare to appear on the frontal battlefield.
At this moment, there are also many people occupying good positions, opening palm apricots, golden apricots preaching scenes, conveying the real-time battle situation to the five realms, and they are all whispering something.
The pictures of each preaching show and the number of people watching the battle were in the hundreds of thousands or millions.
For those like Matchmaker who had made a name for themselves before, temporarily hired semi-saint masters to guard them, and returned to Lingyu Mountain with great force, the real-time number of people watching the Golden Apricot Mission screen exceeded eight digits.
But whether they are on the scene or through the preaching screen, the greater the expectations of the spectators, the greater the disappointment!
"Why haven't you shown up yet?"
The matchmaker murmured, "Eighth Sword Immortal, or Master Shou, any one will be fine..."
Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.
The situation is so depressing, so deadlocked, so anxious.
Regardless of whether they were saint slaves or non-saint slaves, everyone was pulled to Fang Lingyu Mountain either actively or passively.
This is like the driest firewood in the five regions, all piled up in Lingyu Mountain. Whenever there is a little fire, it is not crackling, but a booming earthquake, just like a volcanic eruption, which is enough to detonate the entire Holy God Continent!
There was no flame, not even sparks...
They all seemed to be scared off by the words Huachangdeng.
The whispers are from the spectators on Lingyu Mountain who dare not speak loudly. Across the preaching screen, discussions among the apricots from various families are now in full swing:
"So the side that was revealed just now is already the limit of the Eighth Sword Immortal. If he really wants to face the Holy Emperor of Shanghua head-on, he actually doesn't have the confidence?"
"Brother, this is the true form of the Holy Emperor. Who can be completely sure? If he doesn't come, the Eighth Sword Immortal can still be a legend. But if he comes, the legend will die!"
"But everyone is waiting, is he really embarrassed to be a coward?"
"Hmph, I didn't believe it before, but now it seems like, how can I put it, anyway, I think Hua Changdeng has given enough face, but Bazun Shu is a bit ignorant!"
"Sure enough, I predicted it, and my evaluation is: The eight masters of waste!"
"You have something to say, but you don't even dare to show your face. You are indeed a piece of trash! Not as good as Shou Ye's chicken feathers!"
"Yes, although Mr. Shou also hid, he is young and can be forgiven."
"Excuse me, I have to free up one hand to watch the battle when I steal someone in the master's house. Don't you understand the eight gods? It's a waste of my time! Damn..."
As time goes by, the discussion has become completely one-sided by this time, and not many people are optimistic about the Eighth Sword Immortal, Shou Ye.
Because with the temperament of the two of them, the problem has already been explained within an hour.
If it times out for so long, there must be a big problem.
If you come, you will probably lose!
"Oh."
Under the spotlight of everyone, the lanterns with hundreds of preaching scenes pointed at them were like sculptures in the wind and snow, standing still for a long time.
Suddenly, he moved.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, raised his eyelids slightly, and the flying snow fell on his body. The hearts of those watching the battle from all over the five regions suddenly lifted.
Everyone realized that before the sparks fell, Emperor Hua Sheng's anger was ignited!
"Mr. Siren, you should know what I want to say."
Hua Changdeng still holds the copper lamp, and the hunting ghost quietly hangs it on his waist. He looks calm, but his words are full of edge:
"An hour has passed long ago. I have given you the respect of the Eight Masters."
"Take my sword, and for half an hour, I will give you your face."
"I don't have much patience anymore."
Opposite him, far away in the middle of a group of young ancient sword cultivators, the Meisi people had blood-stained temples and tattered clothes.
A bloody hole the size of a newborn baby's head was opened in his chest. His chest was visible through his back, and even a beating heart was faintly visible.
Although the blood color had stopped, there was sword energy looming across the wound, preventing it from recovering.
"Ho...ho..."
People in Meisi take in more Qi and less Qi out, so they hold their swords with their hands.
Taicheng Jian could only barely support his body to prevent him from lying on the ground and fainting like Xiao Kongtong next to him, so as to retain the last bit of the ancient sword cultivator's character.
In fact, the eyes of Meisi people were turning black from time to time, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this old man was not going to die soon.
"Elixir! Elixir!"
Xiao Wanfeng shouted back several times urgently.
Mr. Siren has a good reputation in the five domains. Immediately from a distance, Taixu, a wealthy family, threw another golden bottle to help the poor ancient sword cultivator.
Xiao Wanfeng poured out the medicine and fed it to the old man: "Mr. Siren, this time it's God's blessing... Eat it, eat it quickly, you can live longer!"
People around looked silent.
A piece of God's blessing can only save Meisi's life for half a quarter of an hour, but what's the point of insisting on waiting for help?
Hua Changdeng can destroy Mei Si, the first echelon of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Regions, with one sword, and the eighth sword immortal, what if Master Shou is really here?
"Gulu."
The Meisi people swallowed the elixir.
Once the medicinal power is refined, I immediately feel refreshed.
The tinnitus faded away, the dizziness decreased, and the three strange black spots that obscured the world in front of me were reduced by half...
In good condition!
Mei Siren touched his chest and stretched out his hand to touch his back. It was such a novel experience. He quickly pulled it back and accidentally touched his beating heart...
"hiss!"
It was like having chili pepper sprinkled on the wound, it was burning and painful.
interesting!
It’s getting a little hot!
Mei Si didn't even lower his head at all. He pulled out the Taicheng Sword and asked in a low voice to the young man next to him whose face he couldn't see clearly: "It's time, isn't it?"
"Yeah!" Xiao Wanfeng nodded heavily, "I arrived half an hour early, but he actually gave me a little more time..."
"Be particular about it."
Mei Siren nodded, then his eyes were clear, his chest was straightened, his abdomen was straightened, and he returned to look at Hua Changdeng with high fighting spirit: "Little Hua, the old man has recovered as before. One more sword attack, and it will take half an hour!"
hiss!
When this sentence came out, everyone who was watching the battle in Qingyuan Mountain or watching through the screen took a breath of cold air.
Old man, are you serious?
How dare you stick your chest out when there is such a big bloody hole in your chest?
This bleeding, God’s blessing and hematopoietic power are all making ends meet!
"Where are the Eight Masters?"
"Why should Mr. Si Ren take the lead? He is just an old man and he can't carry it anymore!"
"Speaking of the younger generation, why doesn't anyone dare to stand up and take the sword? What about Gu Qing'er? Isn't he also a swordsman? Why is he so timid?"
"That's right. If you want to exchange time for war and still want to wait for those two losers, then let's have a wheel-to-wheel battle. Why are you relying on the hot-blooded old man to support you?"
"Is this era a disease? Young people are so useless?"
"..."
The matchmaker didn't even dare to take another look at Jin Xing's comments. These people were completely extreme.
Even Mr. Siren can't catch Hua Changdeng's sword. How can anyone in the younger generation be able to catch it?
The only ancient sword cultivator in the field who might be capable of fighting...
She secretly glanced at Gou Wuyue.
The old god Wuyue Sword Immortal is here, as if the matter has nothing to do with him. It is true that he is not a slave of the saint, and there is no need to be involved in such a vortex.
"Meisi people!"
Hua Changdeng's tone was quite impatient: "If you want to die, I can help you, but before you die, do what you say, go back to the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, and call out the Eight Masters."
Mei Siren stepped forward and was about to speak when the wound was pulled and he grimaced in pain. He couldn't even maintain his image and almost fell to the ground.
"Mr. Si Ren..."
Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly helped the old gentleman.
This is really life-threatening. Let alone catching the sword, Mr. Siren will fall down even if Hua Changdeng blows his breath, and then he won't wake up!
"Ho...ho..."
Mei Siren took a deep breath and slowly shook out the paper fan. On the fan was "It's not a big problem" and he said weakly:
"Of course I can go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower."
"But the old man also said that the eight masters are the key to enlightenment. Two hours are two hours."
"When the time comes, I will go back. If the time is not up, even if you kill me, you will not be able to enter the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower without being invited."
He stroked his beard, but his hand was filled with sticky and dark blood. He didn't care and smiled: "Young man, haste makes waste, let's strike again."
absurd!
Hua Changdeng really didn't want to kill the Meisi people, but now he couldn't restrain his murderous intention at all.
An hour passed before, and Mei Siren came forward to take the sword, daring to use "Mr. Siren's" reputation in the five regions as a guarantee:
He could go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower, but the Eight Masters were enlightening, and it would take half an hour to go back. It was already a great honor to come out of Xiao Kongtong's body before, and he didn't want to bother him by going back early.
Enlightenment?
OK! I can understand!
Hua Changdeng knew that the Eight Masters could not come out of seclusion, so they must be enlightening a great Tao. He also expected to face the stronger Eight Masters, his "Sword Self", and the concept of Sword Self.
He took the initiative to wait for an hour.
After receiving the sword, the Meisi people did not die, but it took an hour and a half.
Now when the hour comes, you change your words to "two hours". Are there still two hours after two hours?
"Mr. Siren's reputation..."
Hua Changdeng's eyes flashed with cold light.
This would not show that the reputation of Meisi people is worthless.
This old guy might not even be able to go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower. He was just performing the "drag" technique throughout the whole journey. He Hua Changdeng could really pull out his sword and kill himself.
"In order to wait for him, I have broken trust over and over again."
"I might as well tell you that you are short of time and I am also in a hurry. One and a half hours is already my biggest concession."
Hua Changdeng slowly raised the copper lamp in his hand, with a cold expression on his face: "Since Mr. Siren can't return to the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower by himself, and it's so difficult to invite the eight acquaintances, I will lend you your soul and I will take the initiative to go to the building.
I met him in the past."
laugh!
The copper lamp candle flickered.
The atmosphere in Lingyu Mountain seemed to be ignited. Everyone was looking forward to it. Mei Siren's pupils were shocked and he managed to lift the Taicheng Sword in his hand...
"Keng——"
At this moment, the sound of swords sounded.
Stuck between Huachangdeng and the Meisi people, he was thrown heavily by a blue and white three-foot long sword from the mountain with a dragon and a phoenix carved on it.
Divine Sword Xuan Cang!
With a flick of the brush, thousands of people in the mountain were stunned for a moment, then they all showed different expressions and turned their gazes.
And as the scenes of each Zhang Xing preaching came into focus again, spectators from all over the five regions saw a slightly immature face appearing on the screen, looking like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Xuancang Divine Sword? Rao Jianxian's sword?"
"Who is this young man? How come he has the Xuan Cang Divine Sword?"
"I have told you more than thirty times to pay attention to the young man next to Mr. Si Ren. I just said that this sword looks like Xuan Cang. You don't believe it..."
"How dare he come out?"
"Young hero, you are so brave!"
"I would like to call you the strongest young man besides Shou Ye!"
"..."
The moment he threw Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted that he was impulsive.
It wasn't Xuan Cang's guidance, it was just that as soon as the blood went to his head, he couldn't see Mr. Siren working hard at the front alone, so he did so without thinking too much.
And when the eyes of the whole mountain turned around, there were those from the Sword Tomb, those from Shenyue Immortal City, those from the Feng Family in the Southern Region, and even the Sword Immortal like Gou Wuyue who emerged from the mortal world...
He also knew that there were many people watching the battle in the Five Realms at this moment, and they were even more attracted by his actions. It would be a lie to say that for just a moment, Xiao Wanfeng felt a surge of pride in his heart.
"Woo..."
But as his mind moved, he heard Xuan Cang's mournful cry again.
This sword, which usually always provokes myself and others to cause some trouble, now clearly wants me to draw the sword and leave quickly, don't try to steal the limelight!
Go?
Xiao Wanfeng is not someone who likes to show off his strength.
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But when he saw the weeds and gravel on the mountain from Mr. Siren's back through the blood hole, he took a deep breath and stepped forward to stop Mr. Siren back.
He placed himself directly in front of Hua Chang Deng.
"Xiao Wanfeng..." Gu Qing'er's face was shocked. He was embarrassed, excited, unwilling to be robbed of the first place, but more importantly, he was filled with admiration.
"Xiao Wanfeng..." Lei Shuangxing unconsciously took half a step forward. Before that, he had never known this person in his mind. He only knew that this person named Xiao was the tea-server on the first floor in the sky.
"Xiao Wanfeng..." In Fusang City, everyone in the wine shop who had seen Xiao Wanfeng slash Taixu with his sword, even the semi-saints, now had expressions of disbelief on their eyes. The person surnamed Hua was not Taixu!
"Xiao Wanfeng!"
When the preachers of each family pronounced this name, people from all over the five regions truly knew this young man.
They watched the young man stop the old man with one hand, and with his own strength, he held all the night haze that overwhelmed the five realms on his thin and immature shoulders.
They looked at the young man lowering his head, his whole body trembling, his fists clenched, but he was fighting stubbornly, his neck was red and his veins were bulging, like a bright flower blooming with full vitality.
"Master Xu, if you were me, what would you do at this time?" Xiao Wanfeng's mind was filled with thoughts, and he tried hard to raise his head, raise his head, raise his head...
Lift your head, Xiao Wanfeng!
It’s just a Huachangdeng, it’s just the Holy Emperor. He raised his head and looked directly at the swordsman gods and Buddhas in his eyes!
"drink!"
Xiao Wanfeng shouted angrily, raised his head suddenly, and looked straight ahead.
The pupils dilated in an instant.
…
"Woo——"
The whole world became dark.
Around Lingyu Mountain and in the distance, everyone's figures disappeared.
The scream of a fierce ghost in the distance penetrated into my mind, the invisible shadow scratched my ears and my heart, and the noise became even more harsh.
The sky and earth are covered by night.
Above Qing Ming, a pair of strange and cold ghost eyes opened, and when the cracks were opened, the face of a fierce ghost that was one foot long or even thousands of feet wide was revealed.
There were fallen gods and Buddhas with three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, and the spirits of evil beasts from outside the realm emerged. They roared from the heavens, and in an instant, the stars withered.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The heaven and earth collapsed, and the Tao collapsed.
Thunder disasters and storms continued throughout the world, as if the end of the world was coming, and all the unknown creatures that were watching with eager eyes fell into Fengdu.
"Buzz!"
As his mind was shaken, Xiao Wanfeng's face turned pale and he finally got a clear look at the person in front of him.
The Huachang lantern stood quietly in place.
The entire scenery of Lingyu Mountain collapsed as he looked at it, and gradually rose up into the scene of eighteen layers of hell.
The Lords of Hell in the ten palaces are hidden around them, each holding a weapon, their huge size covers the sky, and their faces are playful.
The turbid yellow Wangchuan River rolled down from the merciless waterfall above Jiutian, easily submerging the former Jade Capital, submerging the Zhongyuan Realm, and flooding the Southern Territory.
The river water covered the feet, half of the body, chest, chin...
"Hmm."
asphyxia!
Absolutely suffocating!
The feeling of powerlessness without any struggle or resistance!
It turns out that just standing in front of him requires you to withstand such terrifying pressure. What Mr. Mito was facing alone just now...
In the drowning-like suffocation, all the illusions created by the pressure created by Hua Changdeng's unintentional momentum were broken by his hoarse voice:
"Young man, I said, I don't have much patience anymore..."
Xiao Wanfeng was shocked when he heard the sound, and woke up as if from a dream. He immediately supported his knees - he almost fell to the ground.
He raised his head and looked ahead.
All illusions are false.
Lingyu Mountain is still Lingyu Mountain, and Huachangdeng is just Huachangdeng, just such a weak person.
He is a human being and I am a human being.
He practices swordsmanship, and I practice swordsmanship too.
Zhan Zhan can't do it, after all, it's several generations apart, and the time to practice Taoism is too reluctant.
But if Xu Shaolai simply "speaks", he can buy some time for himself, right?
Me, can I?
Xiao Wanfeng didn't know, so he could only do his best.
While he was recalling Xu Shao's tongue sword skills, he managed to straighten his back, took a deep breath, and solemnly clasped his fists:
"Senior Hua!"
This is not the time to be humble…
It's time to show off, it's time to release your own light, it's time to take the lead...
He said solemnly: "Junior Xiao Wanfeng has some understanding of ghost swordsmanship. I hope Senior Hua will not hesitate to give me..."
Bang!
…
The world is quiet.
Xiao Wanfeng felt a pain in the center of his eyebrows.
Immediately, the cold wind came in from the back of the holed head, stirring up his brain.
The moment he flew out, time slowed down.
The flying snow stopped in the void in front of me, dancing like a butterfly at an extremely slow speed.
It is mocking its own ignorance and weakness!
Xiao Wanfeng finally saw it. Hua Changdeng pointed his finger in the distance - it wasn't even a ten-segment sword finger, it was just such an ordinary, ordinary finger.
My vision is so blurry, it's like I've lost half of the world.
It wasn't until that hateful snowflake was shattered by a flying eyeball and scattered in all directions that Xiao Wanfeng felt cold.
"It's so cold..."
He trembled.
The flow of time seems to have returned to normal.
He passed by Mr. Mi Ren, and when he turned around to look at him, he could see that the old man's eyes were about to burst, his beard and hair were exploding, like an angry lion, and he was yelling at something...
"I can't seem to hear...Mr. Mito..."
He smashed through the flying snow and fell through the air. From the corner of his eye, he could see the Fourth Son of the Sword Burial Tomb who was standing not far behind him and was a few years older than him.
They hurried forward with expressions of shock, confusion, and collapse on their faces.
Su Qianqian...
Xiao Wanfeng also saw Su Qianqian, who was the same age, with an anxious look on her face, and suddenly pulled out a black broad sword. It was the famous sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Ancestor, but was stopped by the three senior brothers in front of her, and the scene turned dim.
.
"Senior brothers are right...you can't be impulsive...it's not anyone...it's all Mr. Xu..."
Falling from high to low, Xiao Wanfeng once again saw the laughing Kongtong lying on the ground, the tears that stopped after raising his feet, Feng Tingchen who sighed, and the Moonless Sword Immortal who was not squinting.
…
Life is so fragile.
Life can last a hundred years for a mortal, or it can fly upside down and die after being hit by a finger.
"I will become the first ancient sword cultivator in history to be thrown to death..."
When his thoughts finally flashed like this, Xiao Wanfeng saw that Shanshan was too late to call for help and failed to block the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.
He could vaguely feel the apology conveyed by Xuan Cang who couldn't help but be shocked. There was no need to apologize, it was me who was impulsive.
The sounds of the world fade away little by little.
The picture from the one-eye perspective is also a little bit darker.
Along with taste, touch and other functions, it seems that the functions have begun to become disordered, and he starts to tease himself mischievously.
cold!
pain!
There is everything, but it doesn't matter anymore.
"Snow……"
Xiao Wanfeng's eyelids were so heavy that they were just a few flakes of flying snow, but he was so arrogant that he wanted to bury himself.
It’s crazy, this snow!
I'm really unwilling...
It turns out that this is what death feels like...
The five distinct senses were gone, but Xiao Wanfeng could clearly understand the distance between himself and the earth, and the distance between himself and death, just after this thought.
"Oh."
There was no abnormal sound when it hit the ground.
Xiao Wanfeng heard a subtle sound of breaking wind.
He could have foreseen a long time ago that after he landed, his entire body, soul, and consciousness would completely fall apart due to force and seizure.
No!
No?
Xiao Wanfeng tried his best to raise the eyelid of his left eye, wanting to have another glimpse of the beauty of the world. It was like a flashback, and he did it.
The touch comes back.
He realized that he was being held up by a broad and strong arm, which prevented him from smashing to the ground.
Vision comes back.
In the dim and hazy world, where only black and white remained, he caught a glimpse of a blurry face with his peripheral vision.
It was just a profile of the face, and only the strong jawline and the lowered corners of the eyes were slightly exposed while the black hair was hanging down and swaying.
"Although it was difficult, you did it. You protected Mr. Siren."
"Hmm...?!" Xiao Wanfeng recognized that eye and heard the mellow voice. At this moment, the world was filled with light. His whole body was shaken, and he opened his mouth to speak in excitement, and then he vomited blood.
.
"right."
He obviously couldn't say anything.
But this man seemed to know what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask. He lowered his chin and whispered: