The eight masters became silent, with strange expressions on their faces, as if they were calmed down by Cheng Xie.

It was so quiet all around that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone is waiting for a brutal fight on the throne of kendo, where swords and swords will see blood.

Unexpectedly, if Xiao Wanfeng could not take action again, he would be able to wait for the extremely arrogant Eight Masters. It was indeed a worthwhile trip.

only……

"Why is it so quiet?"

The sudden silence of Ba Zunzhen made people feel upset.

Maybe he is also a character who bullies the weak and fears the strong. As soon as Cheng Xie is tough, he will be soft.

But it is obvious that even though this Bazun is suspected of being a fake, his way of thinking is also very Bazun. He is not shrinking back, but is thinking about some weird things.

"Ten breaths..."

Sack Bazun raised his head again and looked at Cheng Xie, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

"One sword..."

He changed his words to another one, but looked at Cheng Xie with a rather contemptuous look, and finally said no more.

ridicule!

Naked ridicule!

Cheng Xie couldn't tell that this guy was just imitating Ba Zunzhen and applying some inherent coquettish ways of speaking.

But his expression and his eyes actually gave people the feeling that he couldn't even hold ten breaths, and couldn't even catch a sword.

Cheng Xiegang was about to open his mouth, but Bazunzhen across from him seemed to have found a way to target him, and he spoke steadily:

"Last words."

Who can bear this?

Cheng Xie raised his sword, his sword intent aroused, and he threw it out:

"Shu Zian dares to insult me?"

…

Oops!

The world suddenly slowed down.

Cheng Xie saw a headless corpse wearing familiar clothes, thrown in front of him as if weightless.

His hands were floating, his feet were flying, as if his head had been cut off by a huge force, and his lower body was spinning and thrown into the air.

The blood reflects the snowflakes.

The setting sun shone on the faces of the people around him, making their faces look horrified and even more ferocious.

After a brief moment of shock, Cheng Xie felt severe pain from nowhere.

Maybe it’s the neck, maybe it’s the brain, maybe it’s the disconnected lower body…

He finally reacted.

That familiar headless corpse is mine!

"No--"

…

"What?"

The spectators around the wine shop were so frightened that they all fled.

No one could see clearly when the eight masters of the sack made their move. The sword light had already passed through the air and easily tore Cheng Xie's neck.

Its momentum did not decrease and it was cut back.

Broken tiles, cracked buildings, and shattered buildings instantly cut through Fusang's southbound streets, eventually tearing apart the city wall and disappearing into the dense forest outside the city.

"this……"

Li You's beautiful eyes, watching the battle from behind, were filled with surprise and deep disbelief.

This time she stared hard.

She just wanted to see how she had been tricked just now.

But Ba Zun knew that there was no warning when he started his attack. No matter how careful she was, she would not know when she would step into the trap of his illusory sword skills, and she would eventually fall deeply into it.

"Really dead?"

Cheng Xie was separated from his family, and only then could the two needles in his sleeves fly out. His fighting consciousness was not at the same level at all.

After the pair of needles flew out, they did not attack, but were easily pinched by the eight masters.

Immediately, with a flick, the double needle sword chanted.

Ba Zunzun then hid these famous swords in his sleeves.

"Or phantom swordsmanship?"

Li You stared at Cheng Xie's body that fell heavily to the ground, still unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

She is a half-saint.

She couldn't even figure out what was going on.

The spectators around were even more shocked, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

A good Cheng Xie...

The battle has just been decided...

Shouldn't the next step be a life-and-death fight between ancient sword cultivators? How come the battle is over as soon as it starts?

"One move?"

This isn't even a move, is it?

If the Eight Masters didn't give them a chance, Cheng Xie wouldn't even be able to hold in a fart from the beginning to the end?

boom!

Cheng Xie's head fell to the ground.

Suddenly there was a heavy thunder in the Fusang sky.

Immediately afterwards, dark clouds gathered, strong winds blew, and the Holy Power came from the sky, accompanied by an extremely angry roar:

"who?"

"Whoever dares to kill Cheng Xie my grandson will be investigated by this sage everywhere!"

Half Saint!

Everyone looked up to the sky.

However, the color of the wind and clouds in the sky changed, and a huge old man's face appeared, with flying beard and angry eyes.

The semi-saint's face flashed away, and soon an old man in green robes appeared in the air.

"Cheng family's half-saint, Cheng Caizhi!"

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu Qingnan made a sound, with a strange look on his face.

In other words, Cheng Caizhi has always been nearby and has always been concerned about Cheng Xie's life safety.

This is correct. After all, Cheng Xie went out with the famous sword that the Cheng family had guarded for decades. Perhaps his original intention was to find out whether the trend of Saint Slave collecting swords had passed.

Unexpectedly, the Eight Sacks were so skilled that even Cheng Caizhi couldn't react, and Cheng Xie was beheaded with one blow.

"The art of attracting souls, the souls are coming back!"

The half-saint Cheng Caizhi stood in the air, took out the seal with both hands, slapped it down with one palm, and green light shot out.

There is a scream of a fierce ghost in Fusang City.

Not long after, the crystal soul fragments gathered together.

Cheng Xie's remnant soul was collected and pieced together, and he barely transformed into a human form.

"Grandpa Cheng!"

He came back from the dead, screamed in horror, and tried desperately to escape from this place.

He didn't even dare to take another look at the sack of Eight Masters, and he didn't even mention the two needles of his Hidden Sword. The only thing he could think about at this time was to survive.

"My grandson, come quickly, this sage is here today, no one can kill you!"

Cheng Xie is not good at ghost swordsmanship.

If Cheng Caizhi hadn't been paying attention to this situation, his precious grandson would really have died here today.

But now that he, Cheng Caizhi, is here, it’s time to end this absurd battle...
To be continued...