He is not Xiao Kongtong!

He is the Eight Masters!

Hua Changdeng suddenly woke up, and Xiao Kongtong opened the mysterious sword. He did not force himself to the third realm, but invited the eight masters.

"Similar to the great summoning technique of Xiang Yao Yao..."

And with such a twist in my thoughts.

The atmosphere on the other side seemed to have changed.

In fact, the Eight Masters are undisguised from the beginning to the end. It is just the inertia of people's thinking, and it is difficult to change it for a while.

These ten sword fingers look like they can be heard from Xiao Kongtong, but in fact they are not the same. This sword thought seems to be able to be heard from Xiao Kongtong, but in fact it is of a higher level.

"He appeared so obviously, but I didn't recognize him the first time..."

A little cold light suddenly broke out, and Lingyu was swept by wind and snow.

The Eight Masters are proficient in the simultaneous use of sword fingers, almost exhausting the limit of the Three Thousand Sword Techniques, and converging absolute power into their fingertips to point out the Arrancar.

And that side is his Huachangdeng!

"Well done!"

Huachang Deng was not surprised but happy.

When the cold light of the sword pointed in front of him, he leaned his upper body back slightly, pulled it out from his waist, and held it hanging in front of him.

Keng——

The melodious sound of the sword resounded through the mountains, making people excited.

At the critical moment, the faint cyan sword light shone, as if the night turned into day in an instant, allowing the spectators to see the battle more clearly.

Hunting ghosts on both sides.

On one side, the sharp edges of ten sword points shine out.

It was like a mirror looking into a demon, making everyone realize that the person who could send out such a superb finger could never be Xiao Kongtong in a weak state...

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is here!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, and the whole mountain of Lingyu Mountain was restless.

Everyone woke up as if from a dream, and their blood began to pour into their heads, making their blood boil.

On the other side of the ghost hunt, Hua Changdeng responded calmly.

The green light that shone slightly on the sword seemed to cast a layer of cold and cold light on his face, reflecting his stern look, making it even more penetrating:

"Order this: the Altar of Hundred Ghosts!"

A few short words, like a command from the gods.

With a command, the ten-segment sword pointed at Shimmer and the hunting ghost. The distance was already just a hair's breadth, and he never thought that the mustard seeds would turn into Sumeru.

In the meantime, he was forced into countless worlds.

Layers after layers of Fengdu visions, scenes of purgatory, blooming like epiphyllums in this world, ice and fire, tongue pulling, steamers, iron trees... countless people were tortured.

All kinds of scenery cannot be looked at carefully.

The scene inside is terrible.

At the end, a six-sided altar made of skulls emerged from the stamen, with soul-destroying ghosts embedded in the gaps, screaming to the sky.

The Hundred Ghost Altar appears!

From small to large, in an instant it can reach the sky!

It lies between the hunting ghost and the pointed edge of the ten-segment sword, turning it into an absolute defense that can block any attack in the world.

"It's hanging..."

The Eighth Sword Immortal is strong.

But he used Xiao Kongtong’s body.

As for Hua Changdeng, he is here in person.

The one used is no longer the clone of his thoughts and treasure incarnation when he was killed by Master Shou next to the stone tablet in the Zhongyuan Realm...

What he used this time were all real Fengdu treasures!

No matter how fierce the ten-segment sword finger is, can it break through the defense of the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, which is higher than the sky and more terrifying than the copper wall?

No matter how strong the sword thought is, it can overcome the eighteen different levels of hell, finally break through Fengdu, reach Huachangdeng's true form, and damage its roots?

"Not at all!"

Many ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain clenched their fists.

Compared to the reputation of the Ghost Sword Immortal, the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal of the Eastern Region is huge.

In addition, although the Holy Slave "does no evil", it can be regarded as seeking freedom for those in high positions. Not to mention anything else, the personal charm of the Eight Masters also makes the world fall in love with him.

In this battle, at least 70% of Lingyu Mountain is on the side of the Holy Slave.

And if you want to put aside your stance, then about 99% of people want to see the Eight Masters.

However...

The Holy Emperor takes the lead!

How difficult is it to win?

…

"As of now..."

The battle situation is changing rapidly, and everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Until this moment, the word "stop" uttered from Xiao Kongtong's mouth was able to calm the storm on Lingyu Mountain.

And it sounds exactly like this!

What everyone saw was actually the fierce light emitted by the eight acquaintances. It was going away with a devastating force, but suddenly it hit the hunting ghosts, the vision of Fengdu, and the unshakable Altar of Hundred Ghosts.

, stop strongly.

"brush!"

Lingyu wind and snow followed by a late stop.

This pause caught the hearts of almost all the spectators, making them hold their breath and their thoughts tremble:

"With such a sharp and fierce finger, you can stop when you say stop?"

"Can this stop? If it were me, it would explode as soon as it stops!"

"The weight is orderly, the relaxation is appropriate, the control is familiar, and the master is perfect... Oh my God! What level of control is this? Is it designed in advance, or is it adaptable?"

If it is the former, it would be a bit scary. It is not an exaggeration to say that the Eight Deities are skilled in scheming and are far superior to the heavens of Dao.

If it's the latter, it would be even more terrifying. It's easier said than done to take advantage of the situation in a battle, but it would test your basic skills and combat consciousness.

You can see the true meaning in the details.

This finger, the young ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain, such as Xiao Wanfeng, Gu Qing, etc., can recall it for more than half a year after carefully studying it.

"If you want to take advantage of the situation, how do the Eight Masters want to take advantage of the Hundred Ghost Altar?"

This is the point!

And when such thoughts flashed through the minds of the spectators, and even Hua Changdeng was suspicious of the emergency stop, the Eight Masters had already responded in time.

It is exactly as he said.

It trembled slightly in front of the hunting ghost, and then with a "pop" sound, it rippled like water waves and spread into the void.

It's light and easy, pleasing to the eye.

"Wow!"

Everyone was moved by the wave of sword thoughts that swept through the wind and snow without being surprised. For a moment, they felt like they were in another world.

Or Lingyu Mountain.

But the night has been lost, and the wonderful scenery of Fengdu has been lost.

The faint light of dawn shines through the clouds from the east. It is gentle and warm, but it makes people who have adapted to the night feel a bit dazzling.

"Ah! It's a sword!"

Someone exclaimed, the light slowly came out, fell into the eyes, penetrated into the heart, and pierced the soul, and then it actually reflected its true shape, which turned into tiny pieces of lightsabers.

If the light spreads across the sky, the sword will be endless.

The endless sword light descended like a rain of falling swords, striking vigorously at Hua Changdeng, who was still defending the ten-segment sword finger in front of his face.

"Wan Jian Shu! This is Wan Jian Shu, Wan Jian Shu in Illusion Sword Technique?"

"If it's phantom swordsmanship, should I guard against it or not?"
To be continued...