Now he looks like he has been sucked dry of all his essence and blood!

Lei Xi'er knew that the second level of ancient swordsmanship was definitely not that easy to achieve.

Xu Xiaoshou borrowed such a breath from nowhere, but after that sword blow, he was afraid that all his energy and spirit were completely lost with "Prajna Wu".

"Can Xu Xiaoshou really recover from this kind of damage at the Daoji level..."

"He's still pushing himself too hard. He obviously doesn't have to do this for the Eight Masters!"

Lei Xi'er felt her heart twitch for some reason, her brows were furrowed, and she quickly realized that she was under the influence of Mu Zixi.

As soon as the magic child turned around, her expression returned to calmness, she picked Xu Xiaoshou up sideways and swallowed up all the remaining demonic energy in his body.

"call!"

A whole body of life essence escaped and was passively swallowed by Xu Xiaoshou.

Not only did this not affect Lei Xi'er's own condition, it actually made her look more mature and glamorous.

The ultimate demonic body is constantly devouring the vitality of infants. The more she releases, the more she can regain herself and her strength.

"Xu Xiaoshou..." Xiao Kongtong saw in the distance that Xu Xiaoshou was so weak that he could hardly protect himself, so he subconsciously wanted to step forward.

Zhu Yiyi stopped him, "What do you want to do?"

"Why are you pulling me back?" Xiao Kongtong looked back and glared at him. Doesn't this guy care at all?

The two of them have completed many patient exchanges in the Yuanfu world, and they can be regarded as half-familiar friends.

"Why did you go there again?"

"I care! Xu Xiaoshou is half of my junior brother!"

"Is it your turn to care? You are very abrupt when you go up now." Zhu Yiyi held his forehead.

"Where did I stand out?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yiyi pulled back Xiao Kongtong, a conspicuous person who only knew how to fight but had no eyesight, and pointed vaguely at him, with the corners of his lips almost reaching his temples:

"Look, how harmonious they are..."

Xiao Kongtong looked along his fingertips.

Above the broken ruins, a woman with silver hair flying in the wind was wearing a green short skirt that was incompatible with her graceful figure. In her arms was the big devil Xu Xiaoshou, who was in love with the little bird.

In this picture, it seems that both of them have their own unique features, but when combined together, they are very eye-catching.

The priorities seem to be reversed, but it doesn't hurt?

Needless to say, there is no need to say much about Lei Xi'er's appearance. She is as graceful as a picture, with a fairy-like and tender posture, and her words are not spoken, and her aura is like a quiet orchid.

Even if there is dirt on his cheeks, it still can't hide the cold and charming temperament. Instead, it adds a bit of the human fireworks of a fairy who fell into the mortal world, making his existence and reality even more evident.

No matter how weak Xu Xiaoshou was, with a lackluster appearance and body, he had long since become extraordinary and handsome thanks to repeated "strength" reinforcements.

In the past, he always covered up his appearance and kept his body hidden for fear of surprising others, so it was difficult for outsiders to detect him.

Now that he has exhausted all his strength, his face is revealed, a face that is both delicate and delicate despite his bravery, and weak despite his toughness. Just like the young master in the painting, he is often sick while practicing martial arts. He is actually born delicate.

As soon as the eyes moved, his strong arms exposed under the torn clothes after the war, and the well-proportioned bronze muscles on his abdomen as if they had been carefully carved by immortal spirits, all proved that he relied on his own strength in the previous battle.

Power is not an illusion.

Xiao Kongtong looked at it and understood a little.

Isn't this the combination of teacher and mistress that I saw when I was a child?

The focus of the world seemed to be fixed on this talented and beautiful pair of princesses at this moment, and no one said anything for a long time.

There was nothing to praise or lament about Xu Xiaoshou's combat prowess, and everyone's attention began to shift:

"Haha, so Xu Xiaoshou is so strong? I really can't tell when he is wearing clothes! These muscle lines are too...his! I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!"

"Who is that silver-haired woman? Her appearance is simply astonishing. She should be on the most beautiful list!"

"Yes, she is so beautiful, why have I never seen her before? How can there be such a woman around Xu Xiaoshou? I remember that he only has one silly junior sister, what is his name?"

"Maybe it's her? The female transformation?"

"Then this change is too exaggerated!"

"Look, her silver hair, her eyes... are so beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful eyes, one black and one white, strange and powerful, mysterious and noble. What kind of eyes are these?"

"...The tearful boy, that is not beauty, that is the beginning of sin." Li Fugui sighed deeply.

The few people who knew the past of the children from the Lei family changed their expressions, feeling a little more pitiful for the silver-haired woman's life experience.

But at the same time, such a past, such a face, combined with the present appearance, add an even more mysterious atmosphere.

This post-war scene is imprinted in the minds of countless people. It is so beautiful and picturesque.

"Ta, ta, ta..."

Steady, steady footsteps came from behind the ruins.

Someone turned their eyes after hearing the sound, and saw Mei Jiren, who looked weak but had a look of happiness and pride on his face, waving his fan wildly.

Several large characters on the fan are thick and colorful, ready to be read:

"A boy can be taught!"

Only then did everyone realize that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be Mei Jiren's student.

So how proud should a teacher be when a student recreates his stunning sword in front of the teacher?

But before his thoughts could be settled, the man who passed behind Mei and walked into everyone's sight really caused an uproar in the hearts of all those who were looking at him on the battlefield.

There is a scar on the neck and only eight fingers on the hand...

Eight Masters!

This person who was far away from the Forest of Miracles in the previous spiritual mirror scene, moving forward step by step unhurriedly, finally arrived on the battlefield.

He only stayed behind and did nothing. The situation fell to him, and the pillars of the Holy Temple were chopped down.

Now that he steps here, he only has to face the last person.

His old rival, Dao Qiongcang!

So, will there still be suspense?

From the horizon, Dao Qiong turned his eyes and looked down. He raised the corners of his lips and took the lead:

"Ba Zunzun, to be honest, I'm not used to you entering the scene so quietly."

"If it were you before, now the clouds would be moving in all directions, the thunder of swords would be heard, and you would make a stunning appearance after attracting thousands of people's attention."

"You are getting old after all."

"I also learned how to scheme with others behind the scenes, and became the most annoying rat that you hate... just like me!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard that Dao Qiongcang actually devalued himself, just to hurt Bazun Shu with one word?

Is this an old rival...

Their eyes fell on the empty-faced Bazun Shu, who indeed looked a bit downcast, and everyone secretly felt sad.

It seems that what Dao Qiongcang said is right.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, this character who only exists in legends, is really old!

But at this time, the Eight Masters laughed loudly.

While everyone was astonished, he stepped forward on the ruins, splashing dust all over the ground, and chanted loudly:

"When I have a great dream, I come from heaven. I have no desire to disturb the world, and half of the world is welcoming flowers."

"After waking up from this dream, I came from the dust and became an immortal, how can I not be free and happy?"

After a pause, the eight statues looked up into the sky, seeming to smile but not smiling:
Chapter completed!