"I have a passive skill (!

The dark clouds are overwhelming, and Jianhe is mired in the world.

There was a stern spirit in the court.

"furious!"

Gou Wuyue hadn't left before, and in the white clothes, someone could not suppress his anger.

There is no doubt that among the people present, the throne has it, and the cut is also there.

Perhaps Jian Xiu believes in the Eighth Sword Immortal like a god, but below the world, there is more than just Jian Xiu.

"The rickety generation, I will wait for the fish and meat?"

Accompanied by an angry rebuke, a white robe that was blown up by the uttering of the Sanskrit curse in his heart flew out in a dreadful manner.

"Wang Rang!"

"No—"

The exclamation came from time to time.

But under overwhelming attention, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions.

"Pisheng is boundless!"

Wang let his beard send out flying objects and raised his hand.

A mysterious golden light opened up and directly enveloped everyone in the audience.

In an instant, the world seemed completely silent.

The sound of the wind, the sound of the cry, the sound of the sword...

Completely missing!

Except for the mighty cyan sword river in all directions, it can still stay here, and even the sound of the eight great Buddhas caused by the curse has been eliminated in an instant.

"Cut Dao?"

The eight masters looked sideways, and there were no waves in their eyes.

This type of void realm can indeed eliminate all the negative states that are not conducive to white clothes in this place in a short period of time.

However, even Gou Wuyue had to keep silent amidst his rants.

How dare the guy who emerged from this place point fingers at him?

"The rickety generation?"

The eight masters whispered and let out a laugh.

Indeed, his back rickets slightly, and he no longer has the half-strong demeanor.

Even standing tall and standing on top of the Buddha.

The pressure from the years is still overwhelming.

Can be placed in his time.

Without Gou Wuyue's support on one side, how could this person dare to be so rampant?

"First."

Eight masters raised a finger at Gou Wuyue.

Astonishment flashed in Gou Wuyue's eyes, she had already noticed something bad.

The blue sword aura exploded suddenly on his body, and the sword aura that had frozen himself broke in a short while, and then he held the sword, and fought back with the momentum.

"Against the river!"

The cyan Jianhe moved violently, and then the endless sword energy rushed like the water that broke the dam and burst the embankment.

With a bang, the bodies of the eight masters were shattered by the water of Jianhe.

But when the figure disappeared, the sneer at the corner of his lips seemed to be showing something.

"Be careful!"

Gou Wuyue reacted in an instant, and shouted at Wang Rang.

Others may not be able to see it, but he doesn't know. The reason why the Eighth Sword Immortal is known as the Eighth Sword Immortal and the belief of Eastern Swordsman is because he has perfectly mastered the nine great swordsmanship of Gu Jianxiu!

Not one of them.

It's the ninth!

"Illusory swordsmanship?"

Wang Rang in white seemed to understand something.

He had fought with Gu Jianxiu, and he naturally knew that this was a sword technique that used space as a mirror, turned illusion, and even reached its peak, making chaos into reality.

But the eight masters shattered under the sword river of Gou Wuyue.

He couldn't notice the other side at all.

"where is he?"

For a while, Wang Ran was a little horrified.

He chopped the road to cultivate, even the avenue was cut.

But at this moment, I couldn't find a figure of an acquired cultivation fellow.

It's ridiculous!

"did you find it?"

A laugh suddenly sounded in my heart.

The king shrank his pupils, and his whole body exploded, protecting his body instantly.

Even the realm suddenly shrank in half.

But even so, the echo of the laughter is still completely indispensable.

The terrifying voices of the eight masters sounded again:

"Little guy, how many years have you practiced, have you had 30 years?"

"The Dao cultivation is still incomplete, no matter how fast you cut the Dao, there are still aspects that you haven't realized."

"Illusory Swordsmanship is very clear. Have you ever seen another type of Nine Swordsmanship-Heart Swordsmanship?"

Heart swordsmanship?

The king made the whole person dumbfounded.

He has heard of it!

But this long-lost swordsmanship.

Not to mention seeing him, he didn't even know how to attack.

Judging from this name alone, it is impossible to say that after the eight masters disappeared, they went to their own...

In the heart?

"Nonsense!"

Wang Rang was frightened by himself.

How can physical people get in the hearts of people?

He is eight masters, and not Yu Lingdi!

"Not nonsense."

Obviously it's just the voice of the heart, but the eight masters have read all that Wang Rang has.

After this sound, Wang Rang's gaze turned, and he suddenly found everyone in the audience, including Gou Wuyue.

In everyone's heart, all shadows showed a villain.

—Eight Masters!

"Heart Swordsmanship is made by observing the appearance, placing the gods on the entity, and those who desire, fear, fear, and delight..."

"The eight-square color is moved by emotion, and the nameless place dawns into a shadow..."

"He who is called by the heart, the spirit, the god..."

Wang Ran felt like he was going crazy.

That Mifanyin clearly only had the words "Om Mani Padme Hum" from the beginning, but when the little man was imaged in the bottom of his eyes, the six-character that he heard, which was often repeated, could be directly in his mind. Paraphrase.

"wrong!"

Suddenly, his back fell cold, and Wang Ran was horrified to discover that this issue was not important at all.

The important thing is that under your own "union of life", shouldn't you eliminate all the things you want to eliminate?

How could that Dadao Sanskrit sound come back again?

It seemed that the eight masters of laughter came out again.

"Little guy, do you think I am too weak? Even Gou Wuyue has to be cautious, how can you just think so easily..."

"My magic swordsmanship, can you see through it so quickly?"

When Wang Rang was shocked, the villain he saw standing above everyone's hearts disappeared instantly.

In the next second, it turned into a golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha image is not confined by the body, but emerges through the body in a flash, transforming into a giant Buddha.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Hong Zhongda Luyin shattered his eyes and his head was blank.

He didn't even notice that when the first sound was heard, his temples exploded on the spot.

And the follow-up is settled word by word.

After a few "boom boom boom" sounds, all his limbs, including his body, collapsed and died.

"death…"

So fast!

…

"Oh!"

In Huang Liang's dream, Wang Rangyou lost his footing in a dream, suddenly startled and sweating.

He blinked and looked up.

At the moment when he realized that he still had eyes and he was not dead, the scene in front of him directly shocked him speechlessly.

I saw the eight statues standing on top of the Buddha statue knowing that in a little bit of the dead branch, their own "life and unboundedness", from the very beginning, failed to penetrate their bodies.

When the swollen boundary sphere touched the dead branches, it was deformed by the nameless force.

It can be deformed again, it can't enclose the eight masters, and can only continue to extend outward.

In the face of the power control that is so wonderful, the realm has not been broken, it is only extended, extended, extended...

"This!"

Bai Yi's exclamation suddenly sounded.

"what's the situation?"

"Wang Rang and Wang Rang are not dead?"

"I clearly saw his whole body exploded, what's the matter?"

"Oh my God…"

Turning his head, Wang Rang was shocked to discover that not only was he deceived by phantom swordsmanship, but all the white clothes in the audience seemed to have seen a scene he had just seen.

I'm still alive.

That means that the scene just now is not true.

But such a real sense of death, it is not real, that is...

"Illusory swordsmanship?"

Wang Rang turned his head stiffly, wanting to see something in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

But apart from the shock hidden deep in his eyes, he had nothing.

"So, even the broken body of Jianhe is fake?"

"Even Wuyue Senior hasn't been able to see through the magical swordsmanship of the eight masters?"

Wang Ran was horrified.

He really didn't understand why this guy with acquired cultivation base could do this step.

Even if he was Gu Jianxiu, he was the eighth sword immortal.

What about the prohibition of armed forces?

After so many years of suppression, even if the opponent has some kind of power to break the imprisonment, is it possible to really ignore it all?

Besides, what about Gou Wuyue?

Even the former Eighth Sword Immortal is still only the Eighth Sword Immortal.

He didn't get the name of Seven Sword Immortal, so he could not be regarded as a true kendo leader.

But now, one of the real Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

Even he can't see through the eight masters of swordsmanship?

"Can't you break it?"

The laughter in his heart sounded again, and Wang Ran subconsciously nodded his head slightly, then reacted, and immediately looked up at the person on the top of the Buddha in horror.

But that person...

There is only Gou Wuyue in the eight masters.

This question was not addressed to Wang Rang, but Gou Wuyue!

"Ignore..."

This kind of grief and anger caused by being completely ignored and being used as a tool to test the strength of the strong is something that Wang Rang has never experienced since becoming a cut.

This feeling of weakness is something he hates.

But this reality is helpless, and he is completely powerless to recover.

Wang let the cold sweat begin to rippling.

Gou Wuyue's side also fell silent.

There was an unbelievable color in his eyes, as if thinking of something, completely lost.

The eight masters standing on the top of the Buddha statue smiled wisely, with a little more dead branches in their hands, and the realm collapsed.

"If you don't see it through, then you can't keep this person."

After opening a word, the eight masters stroked the dead branches in their hands.

"Taoist, Shun Ye."

brush!

A silver light pierced the sky.

Three Thousand Kendo-Shun Dao!

While the blood was flying, Wang Rang only felt that the world was turned upside down, and in a certain scene from the hovering world picture, there was a headless corpse spewing blood...

The blood is still hot.

The headless corpse was also very familiar.

"I?"

Wang Rang's eyes widened, he refused to close his eyes.

But the world is getting darker, even if you don't look at it, it's still hard to see.

…

"Cut Dao?"

The eight masters put down the dead branches and sighed, "It's just a realm."

He looked at Heavenly Dao, and the sword thoughts in his eyes flashed away.

"Rumble—"

The rules of the avenue appeared, and under this observation, they were instantly cut into endless pieces, and withered one after another.

silent.

The audience was silent.

Everyone looked in a daze.

Not even one person could think that under the prohibition of martial arts, there would still be someone who could destroy the heavens at a glance, and would not even allow the king to resurrect it.

"View...sword...skills?"

White clothes are hard.

Everyone saw this formula.

But they are not people of the same age, who have not fought in person, only wandering among the hearsay, fantasizing that it is a rumor that has been widely spoken...

Under such circumstances, who can think of it.

Sword watching, can it come so directly, so simply?

Not even a word of nonsense.

At a glance.

The world is shattered, and the owl's head is cut!

"Eight masters..."

Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly, her brows trembled, and her fingers shook loudly.

He couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe that the eight masters of the past seemed to really want to stand in front of his own position as an antagonist.

Even, in a more arrogant way!

"Your cultivation..."

Gou Wuyue couldn't say anything. The famous sword Nulan buzzed and trembled, and she seemed to be chopped by this look at the world, and she was shocked.

"Hahaha!"

The eight masters raised their heads and laughed. For a long time, he digs his head with a dead branch, his brows are upside down, and his face is funny.

"Gou Wuyue, even now, are you still struggling with such trivial matters?"

"This is not a trivial matter!" Gou Wuyue's eyes widened.

The eight masters had a solemn expression, and the voice of Leng Yuzhi cut their heads: "That's because your size is smaller!"

With a bang in his mind, Gou Wuyue suddenly went blank.

pattern…

Small?

There were hundreds of white clothes, and also all the wanton men who looked surprised and focused on the top of the Buddha.

The eight masters shook their heads, looking at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment. After a long silence, he continued to speak:

"From the time I showed up, all your concerns have been too one-sided and too restrictive."

"You never talk about my ambitions, you just want to impose what you want and want on your body."

"Don't listen to what he said, cover everything with your own voice."

"I have to say, Seven Sword Immortal, and the name of the ruler, have completely framed you!"

Gou Wuyue's heart beat wildly when she heard it, and she followed the crowd to raise her eyes.

However, I saw the backlit giant Buddha's phantom aura rising one after another, and even the scruffy man on it seemed to be attached with a layer of pale golden brilliance.

The eight masters paused for a while, remembering Gou Wuyue's previous questioning, which was very funny.

He raised the dead branch in his hand, stared at it for a long time, and muttered: "From my sword, to my cultivation base, to my body shape..."

"Racked?"

"Ah!"

The eight masters sneered, "I will talk to you about your position, you will challenge me, I will talk to you about your ambitions, and you will talk to me about your strength... The gods who are willing to close their eyes will not be able to awaken them!"

After he finished speaking, he was obviously unwilling to make more nonsense.

With a bang.

Lingyuan exploded, and the eight masters slowly flew into the sky.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Even Haitang'er, who was hiding in the space, was shocked.

"fly?"

This is not the exclusive of innate cultivation base?

Glancing again, the eight masters, who are constantly climbing, seem to have broken into the congenital realm at this moment.

It seems that whether the cultivation level breaks through or not is all within one thought.

Gou Wuyue felt bad and wanted to do something.

But under the eight masters who were slowly flying into the sky, everyone felt the pressure drop, and their statures couldn't stop creaking and trembling.

Eight masters looked up at the sky.

Tai Xu was angry, and dark clouds were everywhere; when the famous sword was mentioned, the river of swords approached.

These, nothing!

He regards Gou Wuyue as a good friend, even if his position is different, he wants to wake up.

But now, there is no need to say more.

Still the same sentence, the gods can't wake up people who are willing to close their eyes.

If you really want to give the other party an answer, then this answer will definitely be bloody, cast in blood.

On the top of the Buddha, a tragic song played.

The eight deities are familiar with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sounds reappear in everyone's minds. The words and the words Zhuji, seem to be even the interpretation, in the deafening sound of each word, there is a comprehension:

"The black cloud deceives Tiansang, the river goes against the current west."

Everyone's heart palpitated, and inexplicable fear fell.

The dark clouds covering the sky moved without wind, and began to roll and tear.

The Jian River that opened up a world rippled and began to wander and surge back.

Peak, unmatched power is present.

Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the Sanskrit sound changed:

"Dao Zhuan is often not there, and the right is enslaved by the court."

From Jing to Xing, I am obviously not talking about myself, but everyone feels completely crushed.

The trembling knee was about to smash his head, but his own resistance to servility still made everyone respect it among the sanskrit sounds.

The mantra recitation of the Sanskrit sound does not stop for a moment.

The figure of the man on the top of the Buddha became majestic, and as the light of the Buddha diffused, it seemed as if the gods continued to chant:

"Broken wings are not subject to birds, and the sword is not a mortal body."

It seems to be talking about himself, after the eight masters of cultivation base broke open the innate, they not only got rid of the residual petals on the ground, but also gained the ability to fly.

Even Lingnian recovered, and saw the whole battle in the Eighth Palace, scattered outside, too late to come back, or one by one who dared not to come.

When the golden light was in the sky, he suddenly raised his head, his body squatted, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Bend in fear? I am too low!"

At this moment, the dark clouds shattered and the sky crumbled to pieces.

The phantom of the big Buddha bloomed to the peak in the eyes of everyone, and the splendid look, like the afterglow of the setting sun, made people linger.

Everyone watched the dead branch in the hands of the man floating on the top of the Buddha was shattered by the nameless force, and Yu Silently broke into two pieces.

"Huh~"

The wind moved slightly, and the dead branches fell to the ground.

A few snaps.

Everyone's nostalgic eyes became eternal.

With a bang, the famous sword hit the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.

This scene, in his eyes, has also become eternal.

What the deceased saw was beauty. What he, an outsider, saw was a flash of silver light under the vacant shadows of hundreds of Buddhas.

That is Jian Nian.

It also cut off the sword light of the Great Buddha.

It is the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of white clothes!

"Sacred Power..."

Just a trace.

But the ending is completely different.

There was no pain, no groaning, and no exclamation.

Under the big Buddha, as the Buddha's light exploded, heaven and earth were stratified, and people stratified.

The sound of bang bang hit the ground, Gou Wuyue opened his eyes in grief, and he could see the floating corpse in the sea of ​​blood, but the corpse was all peaceful.

He clenched his fist, and suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had fallen off.

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"despair."

With a soft sound, the eight masters tapped their toes to the ground.

He stared at the people in front of him, pondering for a long time without making a sound.

sideways.

When looking back, after seeing the famous sword on the ground, the eight masters paused for a while, after all, they stepped forward and chose to leave.

"One of my swords will cut the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I hope you can do it for yourself."

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