At this time, Gou Wuyue's belated shout came from within the sky canopy of Hui Guo.
But who among the saint slaves can endure the humiliation caused by the spiritual leader having his head blown off with a palm?
The battle is not over yet!
There was another "boom" sound.
Yu Lingdi's body collapsed into pieces of flesh in mid-air. Under the ferocious look on the storyteller's face, he was forcibly chopped into pieces by the phantom of an ancient book hundreds of feet in size, and was severely crushed against the huge purple begonia blooming on the ground.
"Oh."
The petals of the enchanting purple begonia trembled.
With a soft sound, they closed together like piranha and swallowed everything up.
"Gu."
The flower branches are like intestines, bulging downward and squirming.
"Gulu."
Xu Xiaoshou's Adam's apple also rolled up, and his face turned blue.
"I knew it, I knew it..."
"I knew these people were just trying their luck in the white cave..."
This is so fucking crazy!
How many great slashes, Taixu, were played together as if they were just for fun, with a set of combos to kill Yu Lingdi, the so-called master of the ultimate mysteries who claimed to be able to annihilate Taixu?
"Spit it out!"
An angry voice came from the horizon.
At this time, No. 33 had completed repairing his body and came over with a burst of fire.
But in the end he was more than one step too slow.
When they came to the battlefield, the purple crabapple flower that occupied the entire ground trembled slightly, as if it had burped, and its petals had returned to full bloom.
No. 33’s eyes were a little red.
Yu Lingdi is his partner.
Over the years, both parties have witnessed each other's growth.
I just made a mistake, my former partner...
Gone?
"broken!"
No. 33 roared angrily, raised his fist, and white Taixu power suddenly burst out from his fist, and punched Haitang on the ground.
"Chi~"
Fists touch Begonia.
Begonia shook and turned into flying flowers.
But the so-called falling red is not ruthless, it moistens things silently.
One begonia dies, and thousands of begonias bloom again.
For a moment, the world was spinning, the order of heaven collapsed, and a sea of flowers replaced everything in the situation.
"Click!"
No. 33’s fists clenched loudly.
This familiar scene...
"Flower Hometown?"
The last time he escaped from this terrible predicament was when Yu Lingdi finally felt the water element of the flower breath after trying everything.
This realm is broken through the connection with the great avenue of all realms.
And at this moment.
Entering the "Hometown of Flower Fragrance" again, Yu Lingdi has disappeared.
This broken place, without Haitang'er's command before, was just exiled in the space debris flow. No. 33 tried 1,800 attacks, but all were completely ineffective.
Now, how can it be broken?
That is the recreated realm of the Seven Forbidden Zones!
…
"what's the situation?"
"Where is this place? My God, it's so beautiful. It's even more beautiful than the fairyland I just saw..."
"Well, isn't that right?"
"It's an illusion again!!"
After losing the purple begonia, all the people in white clothes finally woke up from the dilemma in the fairy garden. Looking at the endless sea of beautiful flowers in front of them, they all lost their minds again.
Within a moment, a spiritual formation master realized something was wrong.
The previous predicament was so realistic that it could enchant people's will, making it difficult for them to think that the fairy court predicament was actually an illusion.
But at this moment, in this trapped formation of flowers, we can still see our accomplices!
Are there still people who can clearly realize that this is an illusion?
"So, it's not an illusion!"
Among the panic-stricken white-clothed people, the spiritual formation master who had experience in manipulating large-scale spiritual formations such as the Fu Guo Tianshi finally made a judgment by touching the formation eyes and feeling the formation patterns.
This is not a fantasy.
Because they couldn't feel the so-called formation eyes and formation patterns at this moment.
This is so perfect, it’s not an illusion.
"This is the realm!"
Finally someone told the truth.
However, the people present, the Throne, and the Dao of Killing were there, but they frequently failed under the repeated attacks on this realm.
Not to mention breaking through the realm.
A magical skill hit the flower bones all over the sky, only clearing a little space.
Can drop reddish matter.
Instead, other flower bones are nourished by more fertile energy and bloom more coquettishly.
That's all.
There is no other result!
The fragrance of the flowers was astonishing, and everyone began to feel a little confused.
"This is the realm?"
"Isn't the ability in this realm too strong?"
"I am also a Zhan Dao, how could I be lost in a mere realm?"
The criticism gradually weakened.
The white-clothed ones with Throne cultivation level fell to the ground unconsciously one by one, while those with Zhan Dao cultivation level were still able to hold on.
However, the Predicament Realm took the lead, but the right time, place, and people were gone. It was already very difficult to resist.
"Hometown of Flower Fragrance..."
Gou Wuyue walked up to the person and stared with a look of surprise on her face: "Haitang'er?"
Brush it.
No. 33 appeared behind Gou Wuyue.
"I've met Senior Wuyue."
There is no Yu Lingdi thinking.
This "Flower Fragrance Hometown" is the realm of the Seven-End Forbidden Edition, and is also known to have the ability to confuse the Taixu...
He is a clueless puppet who is not afraid of brutal battles, but is afraid of weird methods.
It is impossible to live alone and gradually break through.
Even if he is a puppet of Tianji, he will still fall under the miraculous tricks of this holy slave.
After all, at the very beginning, the old man holding the ax showed an extraordinary Taixu power - Ji Ling, a terrifying method that could threaten the puppet of Tianji!
"Senior Wuyue, do you recognize me?"
Begonia, who was holding flowers, was a little surprised.
He has never seen Gou Wuyue.
Gou Wuyue is not responsible for the battle section of the Northern Territory.
"Flower-scented hometown, I have admired the famous name for a long time." Gou Wuyue's face looked a little solemn.
Same as No. 33.
Those who have reached their level are not afraid of violence.
Because no matter how powerful he is, he cannot be defeated by the Sword Immortal.
But such evil ways and tricks...those who can really pull off tricks are the most deadly.
Not much.
Even death, I don’t know how to die!
There was a smile on Haitang'er's face, and she said: "Senior Wuyue, are you going to try to break my 'Flower Hometown'? To be honest, I'm also very curious whether the upper limit of my realm can resist the Sword Immortal."
A blow?"
Gou Wuyue stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled.
"Zhan Dao?"
Haitang'er raised her brows but did not respond. Gou Wuyue knew everything.
"No need to try."
He shook his head and refused: "You are no match for me."
After speaking, Gou Wuyue turned around and cast her gaze on the masked man.
"Mask, take off."
This is a commanding tone!
The masked man raised his eyebrows, but didn't care: "What else do you want to prove?"
"I said...mask, take it off!"
Gou Wuyue's voice was very cold.
"Well."
The masked man hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly, "Okay."
As he spoke, he actually took action and slowly lifted the mask from bottom to top, revealing a face covered with coagulated blood scabs and stains.
The disheveled hair that was pressed close to the scalp, the unkempt beard that was twisted and of varying lengths, those turbid eyes that were completely lifeless and did not show even half of the swordsman's style in the past...
Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.
But this is the face of Ba Zunzun!
Even if outsiders imitate, they should think twice before imitating.
But a real person is a real person, and a fake is a fake.
Even if the temperament is completely different from that of decades ago, there are some things and flavors that cannot be erased by time.
What Gou Wuyue saw from this face was not slovenliness.
Instead, the edges have been smoothed by time, fortunes have been crushed by heaven, and after being forcefully suppressed by Huachangdeng, there is a face that has deteriorated slightly, but still shows the charm of the past.
"obedience……"
A word flashed through Gou Wuyue's mind, and suddenly her pores opened slightly and her hairs stood up.
What a ridiculous word!
The words are not ridiculous at all.
But if you put it on the Eighth Sword Immortal who was once scornful and unruly...
obedience?
It's like two parallel lines intersecting at a certain point.
That dirty face really shocked Gou Wuyue.
"Changed." He murmured.
"Is it enough?"
The masked man laughed and said again: "It's not enough."
He took off his gloves, the gloves on his hands, and then tore open the black robe that protected his neck and tore it to his chest.
The eight fingers that lost the thumbs of both hands...
Where those eight fingers wandered past, the neck was exposed to the air with a shocking and terrifying scar...
Gou Wuyue tightly held Nulan's voice in her palm.
He took a deep breath, his voice trembling.
"Tell me, what's your name!"
It's not a question, but an exclamation.
"I've already told you, it's useless to say more." The masked man smiled.
"name!"
Gou Wuyue roared.
The masked man's expression froze for a moment.
He could see the burning fighting spirit in Gou Wuyue's eyes, which was a sign of respect for his former opponent.
At this moment, his blood surged all over his body, and his blood was boiling.
Even if you can't fly...
"call out!"
Suddenly a huge force came from the bottom of his feet, and a blooming crabapple pushed him up.
Later.
Once the space under your feet is stable and completely solid, it can support a person standing.
The masked man turned around and looked away.
Haitang'er is smiling, and the storyteller's eyes are full of encouragement.
Everyone knows that the so-called ancient sword cultivators have their own arrogance.
When you declare your home, it is the moment when the sword ceremony is completed and the battle comes to an end.
"I can't fly, but my partners can still make me reach the heights of the past..."
The masked man tightened his fingers, and the old color faded from his face.
He felt that his last declaration of war was inadequate.
To formally declare war, it was as if Gou Wuyue forced him to not even have the slightest bit of cover.
Being fair and aboveboard...is the path that the Holy Slave should take in the future!
"Eight, respect, familiarity!"
The masked man has a sword in his eyes, and his golden words are sonorous and powerful.
At this moment, the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand trembled wildly and flew out into the sky.
The sound of Nulan's voice in Gou Wuyue's hand also shook violently, almost breaking its jaw.
Masked man…
No, the masked man is no longer masked at this moment.
He has a new name.
"My name, Bazun knows it well!"
"Everyone in the world imitates me, but until I am born again, no one can surpass my... Eight Masters!"
Bazun said knowingly, and with a wave of his hand, the four swords that were about to be pierced were returned to Xu Xiaoshou's hand by his order.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the two swordsmen standing high in the sky and felt his blood boiling at this moment.
He held onto the four swords tightly.
"Don't make trouble. I don't want you anymore. He knows eight things. No sword is better than a sword!"
"Woo——"
Surprisingly, there were four swordsmen who did not resist, but choked sobs, as if they believed it, and they were really sad.
"Hahaha!"
"What a saying: 'When he was born, no one can surpass the eight acquaintances'."
Gou Wuyue raised his head and laughed.
Finished laughing.
He let go.
Nu Lan's voice was suddenly released, and it stopped in the air with a buzz. It didn't fly away, but it didn't know how to make a decision.
"The promises made in the past are still valid. If you follow me, it is just a temporary commitment."
Gou Wuyue waved his sleeves and said: "Now, your real master is here, go!"
He was full of hostility towards Bazun's words.
But speaking to the famous sword in front of him, he was gentle.
The eyes that turned into softness along with the words had a few rays of determination and a touch of reluctance.
But when it’s time to let go, let it go.
Relieve, that's all.
"Woo——"
Nulan's voice trembled even more violently.
Its choking sound is not as dead as the four swords, but rather a high-frequency whistling sound like a demonic wind.
Everyone onlookers looked dumbfounded.
Even the seven hundred Holy God Guards outside the venue, hiding in a blind spot in the Eighth Palace, were all speechless.
No one would have imagined that the situation would take a turn for the worse and that a war would imminently come.
No one thought that after Yu Lingdi's palm struck, the holy slave would run wild and kill him on the spot.
What's more, I didn't expect Gou Wuyue to come in person and confirm the birth of the Eighth Sword Immortal!
"The sky is going to change!"
Dozens of people in the audience, as well as 700 to 800 people outside the venue, were both excited and frightened.
But everyone knows that when the name "Eight Masters" is officially recognized.
Today, things are about to change!
…
The battle situation is changing.
Once Gou Wuyue appears, the protagonists in the world can only be these two swordsmen.
Ba Zunzun looked at the hesitant famous sword Nu Lan and waved his hand.
"There is no need to come back."
His face was filled with relief. He filtered the four fingers of his hands through his hair, pushed the messy hair to the back of his head, and then made a sound to solidify the hairstyle.
"When I abandoned you in the past, you and I are no longer on the same page."
"Now..."
Ba Zunzhen looked at his hands with only four fingers left and murmured: "They are dirty and old... My hands can no longer hold a sword."
Put your hand to the left.
No one knows what he wants to do.
Cenjou sighed, took out another wine gourd from the ring, and threw it over.
"I knew you still had..."
Bazun Shu shook his head and chuckled, his face became solemn, and he drank again.
"Gulu gulu."
Everyone was frightened.
Even Gou Wuyue was shocked by this bold gesture.
The Eighth Sword Immortal who used to be known as a teetotaler and a master of drunken swordsmanship...
"You have really changed." Gou Wuyue murmured.
"How can people remain the same forever?"
Bazun drank the last drop, threw the wine gourd away, and his eyes became more playful, "You have also changed, but your war-loving look that is not afraid of death has not changed at all."
Gou Wuyue did not speak, but turned to look at Nu Lan's voice.
"Buzz."
The famous swordsman Nulan's voice trembled, as if he was completely desperate.
It lost its movement.
"Then come back!"
A loud shout woke up Shen Jian.
The sword intent in the void was bright, reflecting the endless sea of flowers. Everyone felt that Gou Wuyue's temperament had changed. It was as if he no longer had a hidden edge, but a real sharp sword unsheathed.
"Others don't want you, but I, Gou Wuyue, want you!"
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