"So you can stand up?"

"Then just stand up and talk earlier. I thought your injury hadn't healed yet!"

Dao Qiun smiled.

For a long time, seeing the person in front of him without saying a word, he finally stopped smiling and faced the other party's problem squarely.

"Dare to die."

"But the **** man has been resurrected."

He said that his eyes moved down, and he glanced at the famous sword hunter on his neck, without blinking his eyes, "Move away."

"What on earth do you want to say?" Hua Changdeng's eyes narrowed sharply, and the killing intent in his eyes seemed to overflow.

Daoqiang sighed helplessly.

"Eight Masters are resurrected."

A faint sound echoed on the screen candle floor, where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, and the scene became deadly and terrible.

Hua Changdeng said nothing.

He took the hunter back, disappeared with a swish, and fell back to sleep under the broken willow again.

"If you are idle and bored, plan to use this kind of joke to entertain me..."

"Not a pastime."

Daoqiang interrupted his words, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.

Above the light curtain is the scene of the confrontation between the masked man and Gou Wuyue in the Eighth Palace.

And under this big picture, is the image from the four small crystal **** in the battle of the Eight Palaces in the Eastern Region, with four anxious faces above them.

They all seem to be waiting for a response from the headquarters.

Although I didn't speak, I could see that the full stomach was a problem.

"I can't see it anyway, you have fought with him, do you know who this person is?" Daoqiang asked, pointing to the masked man.

"Have you never beaten him?" Hua Changdeng asked back.

"It's been fought, but the secret of heaven can no longer deduct the existence of this person. The power of the holy emperor has blocked his breath, and he has a helper!"

"Shit~"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "This is what you call the Supreme Avenue? You can't even tell whether a person is true or not. How can you talk about it?"

Daoqiang was choked.

He did not refute, but asked again: "So, is it him? Eight masters?"

"Suddenly~"

The Hua Chang Deng snorted.

Taoist firmament: "..."

He was angry.

"Old ghost Hua! Didn't you say something?"

"Now is the time for a child's play?"

"If not, behind the holy slave, there is the holy emperor supporting it."

"And if it is, behind the saint slave, not only is the saint emperor supporting, but the person in power on the bright side is the eighth sword immortal of the past!"

"Can you imagine the consequences?"

"If he raises his arms..."

"You're so noisy!" Hua Changdeng turned around a little irritably, sniffed, and said lazily, "Isn't Gou Wuyue there?"

"Yes! So?"

"So you think that a guy who can't even break through the realm of sword immortals can escape to life under the hands of the former seven sword immortals?"

"..."

Daoqiang was angry again, and said angrily:

"Have you shut yourself down for decades?"

"If he is eight masters, how could Gou Wuyue act on him?"

"The voice of Nu Lan is in hand, and the favor that Gou Wuyue owes to the eight masters has not yet been paid. How can he do it!"

Hua Chang Deng was completely annoyed.

"Stupid!"

He stood up and screamed: "Is it the ruling master of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, or the eight masters of his humanity, that even you can't tell?"

"Since the two of them met, it happens to be..."

"Didn't you say that Gou Wuyue doesn't like the Temple of the Holy Spirit?"

"Isn't it an opportunity now?"

"Let him do it!"

"If you dare to let go, then you must be prepared to pay the corresponding price after letting go; and if he doesn’t dare to let go, he only needs to beheaded eight masters, under the world, what do you think is worthy of turning his face? Leave?"

Daoqiang was stunned by the drink, and it took a long time to sigh: "So, the eight masters really know..."

"He was not dead!"

Hua Changdeng returned to lie down with his eyes closed: "On that day, I just cut off my second finger and cut off my head. How can I kill him if I haven't been sanctified?"

As he said, his voice lowered, his gaze turned to the other side of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Even so, such a practice has also caused harm.

As a result, there was an unnamed gravestone on the peak of Luoshen.

"But the eight masters were not abandoned by you?"

Dao Tiancang asked, "Where is the prohibition on martial arts, haven't you also issued it?"

Hua Chang Deng sighed.

"Next is next..."

"Don't you see that he is just the day after tomorrow's cultivation?"

"But the sky and the earth are huge, and no one can ban the prohibition of armed forces."

"At the very least, some people can only strip their swords, block their murderous intentions, and stop their desire to kill... and once these are broken free, they will rebound."

The scene was quiet again.

Dao Tiancang's eyes wandered, and he couldn't make up his mind.

He was silent for a long time before he said, "Are you really not afraid that Gou Wuyue would let him go?"

"Anyway, I can't go out now." Hua Chang fell asleep on the floor.

"I can help you."

"How to help?"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "Maybe, did you find Neng Yutu? Or kill him?"

"Do not."

A mysterious smile appeared on the surface of the Taoist sky, and said: "I can help you shield the secrets, temporarily solve this dilemma, and then send you over, you have a quarter of an hour of free time."

"That's just a quarter of an hour to add up..."

Hua Changdeng knew his own plight, and said: "My mission is no longer to travel around the mainland."

"Guizhe Holy Mountain is good. As a natural prison, I can be locked in here by the old fellow You Tu."

"And there is Gou Wuyue in the Eastern Region, so you don't have to worry about it, he knows the importance."

"and…"

After a pause, Hua Changdeng added: "Half-Holy Power is involved a lot, you really think I moved, Wen Ting, would you choose to stand by?"

Daoqiang was shocked.

He turned his head and looked to the far east, his eyes seemed to penetrate through time and space, and he saw the Dongshan that was glowing with decayed sword intent.

"Yup…"

He murmured.

To bury the sword tomb, there is still someone who can invite Jian Dongshan.

Even if the secret of heaven has not fluctuated greatly, the guy, estimated that the distance is half holy, there is only one step left.

If it can't be a stimulus, it will help them move forward and enter that realm.

And with Wen Ting's familiar friendship with the eight masters, would he sit back and watch Hua Chang Deng and hurt his former friends?

"unfortunately."

Dao Tiancang showed a disappointed expression, "No good show."

He turned his head, and finally glanced at Hua Chang Deng.

"Really don't want to go out for a walk?"

"Om—"

Hua Changdeng hadn't spoken yet, and the famous sword hunter trembled spiritually, seeming to have given an answer.

"be quiet."

Hua Chang Deng swept away coldly, and the hunter immediately returned to silence.

"miss you."

Hua Changdeng uttered a word, then hummed, his voice weakened a bit, "but not now."

"Oh."

Daoqiang waved his sleeves and was about to close the curtain and leave.

"and many more."

Hua Changdeng stopped suddenly.

"how?"

Daoqiang looked over, but saw the person who was sleeping on the ground, his eyes widened for some unknown time, and he was staring at an inconspicuous figure on the light curtain.

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked.

Daoqiang looked intently, and then realized why Hua Chang Lantern Festival pays special attention to the young man with the national character and the beard.

"There are four swords?"

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked again.

"amount…"

Daoqiang didn't know how to exit for a while, he thought about it twice before he said: "Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiaoshi Tan Ji?"

"I don't know, this person has many names, but..."

"The successor of the Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue stopped talking as she looked at Sijian.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji... Is it?"

Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if to carve that figure into his memory, then immediately retracted his gaze.

Long hair, beard, square face...

well.

I Hua Chang Deng, remember you!

…

In the Eighth House.

"DaDaDa!"

The rain seems to be heavier here.

This kind of "heavy" is not heavy by comparison, but a real "heavy".

From being broken by the masked person to the dark clouds gathering.

Back and forth, but only a small amount of time to stick incense.

And when the rain came back down, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the "Rhythm of Light" field of Taste Wing were falling down, suddenly not afraid of the light.

The rain seems to have lost its surface tension.

Even if it was really cut apart by a certain light in the process of falling, it was glued again at the next moment after leaving the light.

From heaven to earth.

The end of rain's life.

But when it landed, a deep hole was smashed.

"Boom boom boom..."

The rain is inexplicably worse.

It has become like a dull drum sound, and the ground has also begun to become bumpy.

Every bit of raindrop beats, as if it could drive the heartbeat of dozens of people in this deadly scene.

"Snee!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't stop wanting to sneeze, and immediately resolved the disappearance of the incarnation, adjusted a comfortable posture, and hid behind the masked person again before appearing.

so close…

In this completely stiff atmosphere, he seemed to be cold, and he couldn't even control his urge to sneeze.

It can be placed in such a sudden sound on weekdays, and it will be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of passive values.

At this moment, the information bar can only contribute so much...

"Attention, passive value, +2."

"Only two people noticed me..."

Fortunately, Xu Xiaoshou secretly said that these white clothes, red clothes and grey clothes were really shocked by the words just now.

"My name, eight masters!"

Even though there had been similar speculations before, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but his blood began to boil when he heard this sentence with his own ears.

It was only then that he could fully understand why Cenjof, the storyteller, and even Sang Lao and other peerless powerhouses were willing to follow this person's footsteps.

It was only at this moment that he truly understood what the masked man said that day by the Goose Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace, "Your road has long been broken".

"Eight masters..."

Xu Xiaoshou grumbled.

He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by name.

Secretly glanced at the other person beside him.

But even if he saw the storyteller staring at him, even Cenchov was so excited that he had no image.

"You guys, don't you know that he is the eight masters?" Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low voice.

Zenjov returned in a rare second.

"Guessed, but not confirmed."

After a pause, he added: "Verify it personally!"

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Then he said he is the eight masters, do you believe it?"

"?"

The star in the eyes of the storyteller disappeared instantly, turned into a sharp sword, and slashed at Xu Xiaoshou viciously.

Xu Xiao caught a cold on his back.

"Of course you have to believe this, and I believe it too, iron letter and thieves!"

"Bling~"

The stars appeared again.

Xu Xiaoshou was relieved.

Nima's, is this a deterrent from fans?

Really terrible!

…

"Get out!"

Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, said again.

This first sentence was not addressed to the so-called "Eight Masters", but to his subordinates.

brush!

Everyone in the audience suddenly disappeared like a spring that was already ready to go.

"Cenjof."

The masked man also said again.

The old woodcutter's motionless body was finally ready, and there was no movement, the small axe in his hand suddenly flew, and he was not afraid of the light realm with super cutting power.

"Boom!"

It swelled in midair and burst into a wave of air, transforming into a long mottled giant axe.

"Panxian axe, heaven and earth return to Yuan!"

Cut down from the sky with one axe.

There is no movement in the space and the earth.

However, the realm of "Rhythm of Light" suddenly turned into a grandiose purple meaning, and was sucked into the axe by the Panxian Axe.

"Broken?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this inexplicable situation and dared not try easily.

The realm that seemed to taste the wings seemed to be broken.

But the heavens and the earth would say that the light disappeared, but it wasn't that way, it was just a little bit weaker.

Couldn't help but flick his finger, Xu Xiaoshou was still tempted.

However, the moving fingers were not as before, they were directly shattered into blood mist, and Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really broken."

The realm was really lost, and Xu Xiaoshou felt sorry for UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

"It's a pity, I moved the 9999 passive value once, I should have moved a few more times just now..."

The feeling of being able to sneeze without vanishing technique is really wonderful.

But even if he could move, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to make big moves easily at this moment.

He shifted his position, quietly stepped in front of Zenjov and the storyteller, and looked at the legendary eight masters in front of him, feeling a little more secure in his heart.

The triangle is stable.

Now, if others want to kill me, they have to break through the three sage slaves.

So this wave, Xu Xiaoshou should be able to survive...

No one cares about Xu Xiaoshou's small details, and the protagonist present at the moment is not him.

Gou Wuyue cleared the white clothes, and his eyes returned to the masked man.

"Eight masters?"

He took back the voice of the famous sword slave and put it under the sheath. Without raising his eyes, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe you."

The masked man's mouth ticked: "I don't dare to believe it, or don't want to believe it?"

"Do not believe!"

"Don't believe it? Then why are you named as the sword, and why do you clear the crowd?"

"because…"

Gou Wuyue raised her eyes again, her eyes were full of heat: "I want to fight with you alone!"

"Ha ha."

"alone?"

The masked man laughed: "Are you afraid that those people will be killed by me? Don't worry, I don't like killing people now, it's not good."

"and…"

The masked man looked up and down Gou Wuyue, his turbid eyes were more joking, "You are almost half-sacred, and you want to bully me the day after tomorrow?"

"acquired?"

Gou Wuyue laughed loudly: "Can you squeeze and slash Dao easily the day after tomorrow? I brought out Tsing Yi. I know his strength, so..."

He changed his words, "You, are Feng Jian?!"