Gou Wuyue's eyes burst into light, and she held the famous sword with her backhand.

this moment.

Everyone could perceive the last gulf between the famous sword and the sword immortal, and finally disappeared!

At least, rapport...

It is the only adjective that everyone present can find between the sword fairy and the sword.

"Eight Masters!"

Gou Wuyue holds the sword, his fighting spirit is bold and his momentum is rising steadily.

"In the old days, I didn't know that the white cave was you, so I brought many people here."

"But you cut off my subordinates, using it as an excuse to constrain me everywhere."

"Taste of wings reminds me that Yu Lingdi enlightens me..."

"This battle should be over, at least, you can't let you do whatever you want."

He step by step, pressing harder step by step, everyone felt that the air in the audience was going to be crushed by his momentum.

"Chichi..."

"Shit~"

In the realm of Huaxiang's hometown, the fascinating flower bones cracked and turned into powder.

The energy party wanted to feed back, but was crushed on the spot by the sword fairy artistic conception.

The wisps of sword intent rise from the tens of thousands of flowers.

Don't talk about feeding back.

All the petals in the audience, under the aura of Gou Wuyue at this moment, instantly shattered and faded.

Wherever the sword immortal comes, everything will be destroyed!

Haitang'er's complexion changed slightly.

Qi Duan forbidden in the Northern Territory had never seen a sword immortal, nor had he ever seen the power of a sword immortal.

So in this realm, he even wanted to let Gou Wuyue use his sword to find out the true upper limit of his realm.

But now it seems...

Where is the sword needed?

As Gou Wuyue said, the opponent in his eyes will never be him.

Even Tai Xu is still the last step, no matter how strong the realm is, how can he need a sword from a sword immortal if he wants to be broken?

One thought is enough!

Gou Wuyue's mind was not above the so-called Boundary Breaking. Even if the people in white clothes were completely trapped, the opponent in his eyes had never been only one of the eight masters.

"You want to kill me?" Eight masters asked wisely.

"You really changed..."

There was disappointment in Gou Wuyue's eyes. He looked at the lonely wine gourd, and sighed: "I have abandoned my faith in the past and lost my heart for a decisive battle. I love Xiaoli and push left and right..."

"you!"

Gou Wuyue said in a high tone: "There are eight well-known names in Kong, and no eight well-known souls!"

The eight masters smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"The world speaks highly of me, but I am who I am..."

"You are not a fish, you know the joy of fish, and you are not me, how dare you say that I don't have the soul of the past?"

"But the eight masters of the past will not invite the swordsman to fight, so nonsense!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, the voice of Nu Lan pointed at the person in front of him, and the sword intent in the void was ups and downs.

"boom!"

With a bang, the hometown of the fragrance of flowers exploded in the tumbling of sword intent.

The so-called Seven Broken Forbidden Reissue Throne Realm, under Jian Xian's anger, seemed like a joke, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The space turned into crystalline fragments and cracked, and the boundaries shattered.

"puff!"

Haitang'er's stature fell backwards, and the blood spewed back when she opened her mouth.

When the blood splattered, the sword gas was stunned.

The intent of the sword moved from the mind to the shape, and it counterattacked its master through the boundary, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er.

"Chichichichi..."

The furious Gou Wuyue did not fire a sword, Haitang'er, who was at the top of the road, was already wounded by the sword and turned into a blood man.

"Big Brother Haitanger!"

The storyteller screamed in panic, seizing his body to fly over.

But when he was about to move, he stopped abruptly.

"Sword Qi?"

A solemn color appeared on the face, and the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers into a seal.

But at this time, his defense was too late.

The white sword qi that rose from the sea of ​​qi has been scorched from the beginning of its birth.

Suddenly, if the green seedling grew into a towering ancient tree, it suddenly broke through the sea of ​​Qi and penetrated his entire body straight up and down.

"Uh~"

The storyteller's waist and abdomen were straightened, and the whole person was lifted into the air by the sword aura, and a complex and misty color appeared on his face.

"Pain, pain..."

"Tap~"

Gou Wuyue seemed to have just shot, the famous sword in his hand did not even move the slightest point in the direction of the eight masters, and she said something in her mouth:

"Mo Jianshu, Mo Jian!"

The sound of the famous sword slave Lan suddenly glowed with a cyan luster.

Immediately, under the sword body, Ying Ying Chuo Chuo appeared a cyan sword shadow.

Gou Wuyue spun the hilt lightly, and the cyan sword shadow opened the faint trace with the voice of Nu Lan.

When the tip of the sword was fixed down, the shadow of the sword overlapped into the body of the sword, swaying a long ripple in the void.

"Wuweiliu, Daocheng Zhangyi!"

With a soft swish, Gou Wuyue only drew the famous sword back, without much movement.

But the storyteller rolled his eyes white, and his whole body trembled violently.

That appearance is a bit more serious than Xu Xiaoshou taking drugs!

"Uh-"

Under a shout.

As Gou Wuyue's famous sword drew back, the white sword energy that exploded from the storyteller's body was also forcibly pulled back into his body.

Again, these sword auras were drawn away in the direction of Gou Wuyue.

"Zizzi!"

The sword energy turned from white to blue, from slow to slow, telling Hui Xiang Gou Wuyue to hold a famous sword.

And as the sword qi burst out of the body, the storyteller's body also trembled like chaff, and was completely stained red by the dense blood that came out of it.

The cyan sword silk dragged the blood, and went straight back into the famous sword of Gou Wuyue, before being swallowed by the cyan sword shadow under the sword.

Jian Ying became more faint and dim.

"Mo Jianshu?"

Xu Xiaoshou just showed it to him.

Since Gu Qingsan's knowledge system of Ancient Swordsman was taught by Gu Qingsan in the City Lord's Mansion last time, he has also made up some knowledge later.

Even though there are very few records of the ancient sword repair system in the world, there are still some well-known nine swordsmanships.

Mo Jianshu is one of them.

This swordsmanship is extremely difficult to practice, and to get started, you need to use the sword intent to comprehend and condense into a half-empty and half-real "Mo Sword", that is, the existence of that blue sword shadow.

It can be said.

For most Gu Jianxiu, this initial first step is enough to baffle everyone for half a lifetime.

Because the perception of sword intent forms the essence, this path itself has the same effect as the formation of sword intent.

How difficult is Jian Nian?

It is self-evident that the Eighth Sword Fairy can be created by arbitrarily in ancient and modern times.

Therefore, in order to achieve this step, the starting point is the master's sword intent. This is still a condition that must be high-quality kendo qualifications and comprehension.

For most people, even if they have entered the Swordsman Throne, they may not even realize the first step of Mo Swordsmanship.

As one of the nine great swordsmanship, Mo Swordsmanship, all subsequent directions are performed on this Mo Sword.

Without the first step, you can't get the stepping stone to enter this Mo Swordsmanship gate, and everything that follows is just empty talk.

Therefore, Mo Jianshu, known as the most difficult swordsmanship to some extent, is basically an ancient swordsman, and they would not choose to practice.

After all, this is too difficult!

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that this Moonless Sword Immortal was proficient in this extremely rare Mo sword technique.

"Mo Jian..."

Focused on the cyan sword shadow.

Xu Xiaoshou understood that the power of this Mo Jian was not terrifying!

The presence of the mental entity between the virtual and the reality can make Mo Jian ignore all physical and mental defenses, but at the same time, when causing damage, it can also attach a double attack and a heterogeneous attack.

Who can stand this?

An ordinary sword-intent possession, a person is a sword, and then the sword energy is stripped from the human body...

Xu Xiaoshou pretended to do what Gou Wuyue did.

But he has no self-confidence. With just such a little trick, he can hurt the storyteller to that level!

"Old Gou..."

The storyteller's body dies directly in the void.

On the other side, the avatars that had been blown off before, also had some panting curses.

But I dare not bully me and approach!

The storyteller also knows that the most terrifying thing about Mo Swordsmanship is not the damage from the long-range Qing Mo sword aura, but the close attack.

Outsiders have no way of knowing what kind of explosive damage a sword fairy who has absolute attack and cannot be defended will cause!

Gou Wuyue took back his eyes from the dying external incarnation, and didn't bother to clean up other types of storytellers.

This guy is also disgusting.

Even if it takes more effort, it is possible that it will not be found at all.

The avatar outside the body is too mysterious!

This is clearly a method that only a semi-sage can master. Since the storyteller really knows it, then it shouldn't be the first goal he wants to kill.

"Eight of you know how to take action against the subordinates I value, and you can use this as an excuse to force me to draw a sword, but have you thought about it?"

Gou Wuyue looked at the person in front of him and said with a cold voice: "What you value is also worthless in my eyes!"

Talking.

The tip of his sword shook, and opened the overlapping cyan sword shadows in the void, the sword pointed at Cenjov!

"Gou Wuyue, have you forgotten, what do you owe me?" The eight masters were so versed that their eyes were cold.

"From public to public, from private to private."

Gou Wuyue's Taoist heart is stable, and he can't afford to make waves again: "My task today is to capture the saint slaves, and I owe you the personal love... No matter how bad, I can rescue you from the prison of the Holy Temple. ."

"You don't want to kill you?" The eight masters shook their four fingers and curled up slightly.

Gou Wuyue shifted her eyes and noticed the other party's small movements.

The corners of his lips curled, as if smiling.

"Eight masters, if you choose to seal the sword, at this moment, you think I will believe you... can draw the sword?"

After saying that, Gou Wuyue made a little toe, and floated by the side of the eight masters.

He didn't even have a half defense, so he stabbed Zenjov with a sword.

"Begonia, **** the first seat first."

"After the old break!"

Cenjov screamed and stepped forward with an axe.

Lift the axe to empty.

In the face of Gou Wuyue who came first with a sword, he didn't have any fear in his eyes and struck Huashan with all his strength.

Sword Immortal, to put it bluntly, is the realm of Taixu.

Even if it is spread by the world, it is just a little bit too weak, nothing more.

As for Tai Xu...

He Cenchev is not afraid of anyone!

After all, there are not many people in this world who can be as old as he is.

In his eyes, this Gou Wuyue is just a great-grandchild!

"Panxian axe, yin and yang cut dawn!"

The sky was cut directly from the light to the darkness under an axe.

All of the onlookers can hardly tell the situation in the court at once.

But the dimness lasted less than a moment, and a golden light flashed suddenly, breaking into the cloud from bottom to top.

"this is…"

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to see a golden ladder rising into the sky.

The phantoms of the heavenly ladders that rise up are several feet high at the first step, connecting the sky in the darkness, as if they could step into the fairy garden from this.

"Pick up the ladder!"

The crowd suddenly exploded, and someone in white immediately became excited, "It's the ladder style of Senior Wu Yue!"

"Uh, this is..."

Some people are excited, others are puzzled.

"It's silly, you don't even know the ‘ladder pick’? No wonder you only have a saber, not a real sword repairer."

"Listen well, there is a super forbidden area on the sacred mountain of Guizhe in our headquarters, which is called'Ladder of Heaven', do you know that?"

"Huh?"

"The ladder is connected to the realm of the gods, but in the same way, it also has the pressure of divine power."

"Even if the throne is in that place, it is difficult to move, even if you cut the road, it is estimated that you can't take many steps."

"At least, even if you want to walk, you are walking in the world, and everyone can witness it."

"But when I first entered the realm of sword fairy, Wuyue senior went to the ladder to climb and temper, and he created a "ladder style". A sword destroyed the pressure under the clouds and stepped into the no one. World."

"No one knows where he ended up, because that might be where the gods are."

"It can be'pick up the ladder', but it has been spread for a long time!"

The white clothes were chatting up and down, and Xu Xiaoshou was fascinated by it.

But soon, he was re-attracted to the past by the war.

After all, he is not many people on the field, and he can see half of the battle scene in this darkness.

I saw Cen Qiaofu's axe that reversed the law of nature. Under Gou Wuyue's fluttering sword "laddering", Wanli was turned, just as if the ladder was pressed and replaced that day.

The trend of Tai Chi is backhanded.

At the moment when the golden ladder rose up, Cenjov's whole body strength was completely out of control, his body and the Immortal Axe were picked up at the same time, and he couldn't even hold his weapon for a while.

One formula was broken.

Heaven returns to normal, and light returns.

Everyone immediately looked sideways, only to see Gou Wuyue's understatement.

"pistol!"

A black silk thread in the void opened.

Xu Xiaosui's pupils shrank.

Click!

He may not know the "ladder".

However, he had personally experienced the "pointing way" in Three Thousand Swordsmanship in Gu Qingsan.

At that time, the guy couldn't restrain his strength, and the thickness of the bucket was enough to slam himself into a rattle.

right now…

Gou Wuyue's point said, if it were not for "perceiving" insight into the subtleties, Xu Xiaoshou would not even be able to observe the appearance of that trace.

How many years of skill is contained in this freehand brushwork!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

The fighting and killing of the innate strong is always earth-shattering. uukanshu.com is impressive.

Watch the battle of Taixu...

Either Yu Lingdi was crushed by one move, or Gou Wuyue broke the enemy with two swords.

This is really called a moisturizer silent!

Sure enough, the battle of the weak is the thunder and the rain.

The battle of the strong is unpredictable, and the rain is changing!

There are no accidents.

Cenjov's body shape that was picked up to the sky couldn't control at all. In the abrupt discoloration, he suddenly felt a pain in his eyebrows.

In the next second, his entire head burst open.

"boom!"

Along with Zenjov's head exploding, there was also a whole party of void within a few miles.

Gou Wuyue slowly retracted the sword.

The fragments that had exploded in the void had been strung together in advance by Qingmo Jianqi in the dark, and with this action of retracting the sword, they were returned one after another.

Explode the sky.

Make up the sky again!

A qualified person will not leave combat garbage on the battle scene.

The power that is so cleverly grasped is even more as if it has gone through multiple calculations.

I saw Qingmo's sword qi flow back, and at the same time it filled the sky, he jumped straight into the body of Cen Qiaofu, who was able to explode the power of the emptiness and wanted to escape.

Then he pulled his body and pulled back at the speed of light in the direction of Gou Wuyue's sword collection.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked at the eight masters, her complexion calm.

The famous sword in his hand turned around, pulling multiple cyan afterimages in the air, then lifted it upside down, the sword body was under the elbow, and the tip of the sword came back.

"Chichichichi..."

Qingmo Jianqi returned to the voice of Nu Lan, and Cen Qiaofu's body was also taken behind Gou Wuyue.

"How about this sword?"

Gou Wuyue still stared at the eight masters, asked softly, leaning back.

"laugh!"

This depends.

The sword tip of the famous sword was also sent into the heart of Zenjov's headless body.