With the city of the sky falling like this, all the low-level alchemists in the Yunlun Mountains don't have to live anymore.

This point, how can the Eight Masters fail to see it?

The Holy Slave's purpose is to oppose **** and oppression, not anti-society and anti-continent. Naturally, it is impossible for him to let the city of the sky fall like this.

What's more, the Yunlun Mountains are talking about everything, and there are the younger generation of Sheng Nu, as well as the group of geniuses in the first floor of the non-staff organization.

In reason and reason, none of these people can die.

The sound of "rumbling" gradually became harsher.

Looking up, at this moment, the end of this ancient city can already be seen, and a raging fire is burning.

According to the original plan, the task of rising from the city was assigned to the water ghost.

He had to hold on until the eight gods recovered a bit before he could issue the second command, making the city of the sky stop and float in mid-air.

But doing so is a waste of time.

Once the hall of the Holy Spirit reacts, Ai Cangsheng shoots an arrow, and the water ghost that rises from the city will be in a state of being unable to move, and needs to resist the arrow, so it will undoubtedly die!

Although for the sake of the spirit refiners in the Yunlun Mountains, there is a high probability that the Temple of the Holy Spirit will not be able to shoot such an arrow.

but…

Bazun Fan withdrew his gaze from the horizon, looked at Xiu Yuanke who still had the heart of a child, and understood that he had a better choice right now.

"Do you want to save them?" Bazun asked with a smile.

Xiu Yuanke was taken aback: "I really want to, but..."

He looked at the giant city that came crashing down from the sky, and he knew that in order to resist this wave of impact, he needed a force that was no less than a single sword that could destroy all the buildings in Sanyue Immortal City.

"I'm afraid I can't..."

Xiu Yuanke swallowed his saliva and smiled wryly, how could he be so strong?

Ba Zunfan didn't bother about whether Xiu Yuanke could do it, he just glanced at Cen Qiaofu and Shui Gui, indicating that they could retreat for the time being.

After the two had to retreat several tens of feet, he raised his eyes and continued to look at the huge city that was almost facing him in the sky, without turning his head, he said softly: "Gu Jianxiu?"

"Ah?" Xiu Yuanke was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the teacher was asking himself, and immediately nodded, "Yeah."

"What kind of swordsmanship are you majoring in?" The fire of the giant city was reflected in the hazy eyes of the eight masters.

"The nine great swordsmanships all have a strategy..." Xiu Yuanke said, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he became excited, "Teacher, what do you mean by this?"

"Illusion sword art, can you?" Bazun asked without answering, still calm.

"Yes!" Xiu Yuanke nodded heavily.

"Where did you realize it?"

"First realm, space-time leap!"

"Learning sword, how long?"

"Thirty-four years!" Xiu Yuanke said without hesitation, "Teacher, I switched to ancient swordsmanship midway, and like most people in Shenyue Xiancheng, I was influenced by you... I never believed it , you will fall!"

"Thirty-four years, the first realm, halfway through..."

Bazun murmured, and suddenly the corners of his lips twitched: "It's pretty good."

Xiu Yuanke blushed, scratched his head and said, "It's far worse than the teacher."

The eight masters shook their heads slightly.

How can this be compared?

He paused for a moment, finally turned his head, his eyes fell on Xiu Yuanke, looked him up and down, smiled and said: "Jian Nian is very difficult for me to teach you in a short period of time, but if you are destined in the future, you may still be able to learn it, but right now... "

As he spoke, his eyes fixed, and Bazun saw the mahogany sword box behind Xiu Yuanke.

"I have a sword that I can pass on to you.

"However, based on your current state, after learning this sword, you will either die or be injured!

"So... you, are you willing to learn?"

Xiu Yuanke froze and couldn't react for a while.

Soon, his eyes widened, and even his body began to tremble with excitement, completely hit by happiness.

He has never heard of the consequences of "either death or injury". He only extracted one thought from the words of the Eight Masters...

Teacher, want to pass on the sword?

With a bang, Xiu Yuanke knelt down on his knees and directly punched a big hole in the ground. His knees were bleeding without knowing it, and his eyes were full of piety.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening!"

From behind, Cenchov, ,, and Shuigui watched the scene, and then raised their eyes to look at the giant city in the sky, as if they understood what was going to happen next.

"Rare!"

Cenqiaofu shook his head and sighed: "Thirty years ago, with his unruly temperament, it would be impossible for him to take a second glance at a passer-by like Xiu Yuanke!"

"But times have changed, haven't they..." the water ghost also murmured.

In a trance, the scene of the second meeting with Bazun, when the other party invited him to join the holy slave again, appeared in front of him.

At that time, a generation of Tianjiao had already been beaten with a sword and left with only eight fingers.

Don't mention the sword.

Whether or not Ba Zunfan is considered a sword cultivator is another matter!

Facing the invitation at that time, the water ghost laughed and mocked like this: "I can't even hold a sword. Are you joking when you invite me to join the holy slave?"

However, even though there is a scar on the neck, the body is disabled, and even the eyesight has lost the sharpness of the past, the will of the eight masters has never collapsed.

"The body is already crippled, so what's the point of abandoning the sword? All sword cultivators in the world are under my control! Not to mention that you can't get out without a sword, and you can't do without a way?"

It was such a calm response that shocked the water ghost at that time, the man who single-handedly tried to overthrow the whole world was gone.

After the injury, he changed.

He has become better at using power, using the endless power behind the words "Eighth Sword Immortal" that he typed out in just three years...

Use people as swords, wait for the times to change, and then go to the sky!

A person like Ba Zun can bring endless panic to the whole world with one sword.

After he knows how to use power, who else in the world can resist?

The water ghost couldn't refuse such an invitation.

Because at that time, he was also eager to get an answer, and the eight masters in that state were obviously the only ones who could surpass him and give him the answer.

In a flash, the screen returned to Guyinya again.

The background is carrying raging fireworks, falling obliquely to the ancient city like a meteorite.

And above the extremely dark cliff, there was a one-armed and lame old man kneeling piously at this time, and in front of him, the eight gods stretched out their hands flatly, and hooked their fingers.

"Here comes the sword."

There was a snap.

The mahogany sword box behind Xiu Yuanke cracked at the sound, and a wide and long mahogany sword inside flew out with a clang, drawing a bright arc of sword light in Jiutian, and fell into the hands of the eight masters.

The water ghost watched this scene and took a deep breath.

Just a moment ago, he thought it was a crazy idea to use Xiuyuanke to block the city because the eight gods knew how to use him without him, but he couldn't disobey him, so he could only retreat as ordered.

Now, he feels at ease.

"What is there to distrust about this person?"

On the cliff.

The eight masters held the long mahogany sword lightly in their left hand, and with the fingers of their right hand together, they slowly slid across the sword.

Wherever the gaze went, the mahogany sword showed a white edge inch by inch.

"Om—"

Obviously he didn't hold the sword himself, but at this moment, Xiu Yuanke could feel the joy of holding the sword himself, and he could clearly see the extra thought power on Tao Mujian after the teacher's fingertips...

This is Jian Nian!

In the same way, just by touching and sliding like this, Xiu Yuanke even felt that his saber was recognized as the teacher's master!

As long as the teacher thinks, this sword seems to be able to solve the sky!

simply…

Unbelievable!

"Rumble!!"

The fire behind illuminated the darkness, illuminating the figures on the cliff, and the roaring sound was endless, like the end of the world.

"What is the name of the sword?" Bazun asked calmly.

Xiu Yuanke couldn't help raising his eyes, looked past the teacher, looked at the ancient city that was within reach, panicked, and didn't understand why the teacher could be so indifferent.

"Xiantao." He replied tremblingly.

"Wooden Sword Immortal Peach...

"A nice name."

Bazun Fan suddenly curled up four fingers of his left hand and gently grasped Xiantao.

At this moment, there was a white glow on Mu Jianjian's body, and the sound of the sword sounded, piercing the sky.

"Buzz!"

Goosebumps all over Xiu Yuanke's body instantly stood up, and he felt the time and space around him slow down with the sound of the sword!

Feeling the surging power contained in the wooden sword similar to his own, Bazun asked in a little astonishment, "Are you hiding the sword?"

"Yes!" Xiu Yuanke was terrified, "I have hidden the sword for thirteen years, four months and twenty-six days, teacher..."

The corners of Bazun's mouth slightly turned up.

From this point of view, maybe Xiu Yuanke could still survive after a single strike.

"Close your eyes."

When the gentle voice came, Xiu Yuanke didn't understand, but he followed suit.

"Hand out."

When he stretched out his hand, he felt a heavy weight in his palm, which was the power of Xiantao Sword.

"Rumble—"

As soon as the eyes were closed, the roaring sound in the ears became more piercing.

Xiu Yuanke was tense all over, not only excited about being passed on by the teacher, but also fearful that he was not qualified.

This should be the moment that the big brother would envy, right?

"Relax, don't think about it."

Xiu Yuanke immediately relaxed.

"meditation."

He was concentrating, and suddenly felt that the noise in his ears seemed to be a little quieter.

"Next, I will transfer my understanding of the way of the sword to you. As for how much you can learn, it all depends on your understanding." The voice of the eight gods, who knew nothing about dare to fluctuate, stretched out a finger.

Xiu Yuanke was so excited that he started to tremble again.

"Relax."

The voice came again.

At this moment, Xiu Yuanke put down everything and followed the teacher's guidance completely.

At a certain time, he felt a little more warmth between the eyebrows, which should be the strength of the teacher's finger.

"Om—"

In the next second, Xiu Yuanke felt his soul tremble, and the world became quiet.

In the rear, as Cen Qiaofu and Shui Gui saw, after the eight masters touched Xiu Yuanke's eyebrows with one finger, a strong force of time and space spread.

The ripples visible to the naked eye spread to the void and merged into the Dao of Heaven.

next second...

World, stop!

"this?"

Horror flashed in the water ghost's eyes.

How long has it been since he saw Ba Zunfan take action in person?

But the eight masters who are still in the state of sealing the sword, just pass the sword like this, and the leaked power can even affect time and space?

He tried his best to look around.

The flowers, plants and trees are no longer swaying; the wind and beasts are no longer noisy; the sky city that fell from the sky, at this moment, the flames burning from its tail have stopped flashing...

"This **** is the acquired state?"

"What's this called a weak state?"

The water ghost looked dazed.

The eight deities who are so weak are familiar with the tip of the iceberg that leaked power at this moment, and even he, the master of the profound truth of the water system, feels horrified.

If the sealing sword is really lifted...

What kind of elegant sword can the eight masters make?

"Boom!"

Like the water ghost and Cenchov, there is also Xiu Yuanke.

He only felt that at this time, the world disappeared, and in his mind, only himself and the teacher remained in the world.

"windy…"

An ethereal voice came.

In the world of phantom swordsmanship, Xiu Yuanke felt that there was more wind and whistling around him.

"Someone..."

Xiu Yuanke was completely immersed in the second world created by the teacher, and following this sentence, he heard the rustling of the world.

"There is a building..."

In the chaotic mind world, with this sound, the heaven and the earth are separated and clearly distinguished.

Amidst the mist and mist, there are towering buildings, built of blue bricks and porcelain, and green tiles flying. I don't know the geometry of the floors, but I can see fairy clouds lingering and cranes singing melodiously.

"teacher!"

As if on a pilgrimage, Xiu Yuanke suddenly saw a person standing on the top of the tower, without a face but a solitary figure.

Amidst the smoke and clouds, under the sound of cranes, that person raised his sword and danced on the top of the tower...

"Buzz!"

Among the Pianpian sword marks, waves visible to the naked eye came one after another.

"Phantom Sword Art, Mo Sword Art, Ghost Sword Art, Love Sword Art..."

Xiu Yuanke was stunned.

This turned out to be the mystery of the major swordsmanship that I have not been able to break for decades!

If he was a sponge short of water, he immediately immersed himself in it and frantically absorbed it, wanting to eat everything.

But suddenly, he thought of the teacher's words.

"Phantom sword technique, will it?"

— Too much to chew!

Xiu Yuanke immediately held on to his thoughts, endured the temptation, and only pursued the phantom sword technique that the teacher asked him to pursue.

Time and space jump, one thought is eternal.

Xiuyuanke has forgotten both time and space.

After some time, he felt that he finally understood what the teacher wanted to pass on to him with a sword!

Stand up suddenly.

Xiu Yuanke, holding the fairy peach wood sword, opened his eyes and looked at the chaotic world in front of him.

"Not a sword!

"What the teacher wants to pass on is everything here!

"Illusory sword technique, the ultimate mystery... the second world!"

Keng—

At this point of enlightenment, the ear-piercing sound of sword chant resounded, tearing the world in front of him to pieces.

Xiu Yuanke woke up from the chaos, and immediately felt the endless sword intent gushing out from his body and going straight to the sky.

"Boom boom boom..."

He seemed to be an evolving human being, and with his momentum alone, he blasted Guyinya into pieces of rock.

In the ear is the excited sword chant that spreads throughout the Yunlun Mountains, from Xiantao...

In front of him is an ancient city that stops in the void, originating from its own power...

"I…"

Xiuyuanke is at a loss.

The power of this peak ancient sword cultivator, I have mastered it?

This is not what he could, or even dare to imagine, in the past?

But now...

Dreams come true!

Xiu Yuanke was dazed, his gaze swept unconsciously, and he glanced at Cen Qiaofu and Shui Gui who were watching his changes behind him.

"Boom" sounded.

The sword intent in the eyes was like a tide, tearing the cliff apart, and the two of them cut back tens of feet further away.

"I…"

Xiu Yuanke was stunned again.

Is this something you can do at a glance?

He saw the horror in the eyes of Cenchov and Shui Gui about his changes at this moment, but he couldn't believe it even more in his heart. This is the power he can get after closing and opening his eyes!

"Snapped."

When I was at a loss, there was an extra weight on my shoulders.

Xiu Yuanke looked back and saw the teacher's frail face, but still with encouraging and admiring eyes.

Ba Zunfan really didn't expect that Xiu Yuanke could accept so much of his own inheritance with the comprehension of the first stage of phantom swordsmanship, and realize so much of the second stage of phantom swordsmanship.

He smiled and pointed to the sky.

The sky is the city in the sky that has stopped moving because of Xiuyuanke!

"Hiding the sword for ten years, let's listen to the sword chant...

"Go! Now is your time!"

One sentence falls.

Xiu Yuanke only felt a crazy force surging in his heart, which was more direct stimulus than any pill, and more violent encouragement than any forbidden move.

"Hiding the sword for ten years, let's listen to the sword chant..."

Xiu Yuanke murmured this sentence repeatedly, only to feel that the world is vast, and only the teacher can understand himself.

He looked up, up.

Among the misty blood, Xiu Yuanke thought it was the reflection of the flames of the ancient heroic city, but he didn't know that he was already bleeding from his seven orifices.

Do not hesitate any longer.

Raise your sword.

"Know-!"

The radiant sword light bloomed, and it was so huge that it even covered the sky city.

Under the terrified gaze of all the practitioners in the Yunlun Mountains, this ray of sword light drowned everything, and even brought out a brand new bright light from the dark doomsday.

"What a beautiful sword!"

Xiu Yuanke stared wide-eyed, looking at the sword he cut out in disbelief.

Second world!

This is the "second world" I dream of!

From this sword, he saw the figure dancing sword on the top of the sword tower, not the teacher, nor the sword god, but himself.

He, Xiu Yuanke!

Cut out such a stunning sword!

This is his dream... the second world!

"Crack!"

Immediately after the wooden sword Xiantao slashed, it cracked.

"boom!"

On the cliff, Xiu Yuanke hit the ground with his back straight, his whole body was covered in blood, everything in front of his eyes was blurred.

But in his eyes, there is still a strong sense of amazement and all the beauty in the world.

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My generation of sword cultivators, what I have been seeking all my life...

Only this one sword! But that's it!

"I did it!

"I did it!

"I did it!!

"Although it's only a flash in the pan...but teacher! But senior brother! I, Xiu Yuanke, did it!!"

Xiu Yuanke never closed his eyes, he just shouted silently.

In the smoke and dust, in the gray and another beautiful world, he stared at the sword in his mind, and finally stopped all his thinking activities.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you can die in the evening.

Le Wen

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