"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

The matchmaker screamed, as if she had been hit with electricity from behind, and her eyes were wide open for a moment.

Hua Changdeng suddenly took action, pointed his finger at Xiao Wanfeng's head, and almost killed him on the spot.

This one is surprising.

I never thought that Xiao Wanfeng had not yet landed.

The tall man leaned out from nowhere as the wind and snow blew away. He stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Wanfeng, and the strength of Xiao Wanfeng's fingers was removed, saving his life.

He gently placed the boy in his hand on the ground, then stood up and turned his head to look forward.

"Wow!"

Lingyu Mountain was completely agitated.

Everyone was paying attention to it, with eager faces, and they all looked at the person who was surprised and surprised.

It is completely different from the sloppy portraits that have been circulated intermittently in the five regions in the past ten years. The eight acquaintances at this moment are as if the dust has been washed away and they are brand new.

He was born tall and tall, more than eight feet long, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, broad chest and long legs. He appeared now, wearing a silver-patterned cloud sweater, a woven feather robe, a dragon jade belt around his waist, and white Luo Yu boots.

, the whole body is blue and white.

Such light-colored sword robes are often seen in the Five Realms, and most of them are decorated with waist jade and gold beads for the finishing touch.

Bazun knows no.

He is too simple.

But just wearing such a common sword robe, how could it give him an otherworldly and refined temperament?

"The Eight Masters..."

"Brothers, you are so knowledgeable! I'm so excited!"

The matchmaker completely lost control, and her two eyeballs seemed to be sucked in, clinging to the tall man in white robes in the distance.

She didn't even have time to take a closer look at that face, but she was attracted by just such a feeling.

The only regret is that Ba Zunzun came empty-handed.

Regardless of whether it was at his waist or behind his back, he was walking without a sword, and he was alone. He appeared behind him, with his head tilted slightly, one hand lightly clasped behind his waist, and he silently raised his eyes to the front...

The wind and snow are strong in Lingyu Mountain.

In the wind and snow dancing, eight figures with black hair and white robes hunt together.

He didn't even make any unnecessary movements, and he didn't even say a word. When he stood up and stood, he seemed to be completely natural, and merged with the snowy scenery of Fangshan Mountain into one painting.

"The eyebrows are pressed to the bones, the eyes are crazy like stars, the clothes are as beautiful as snow, and the sword follows..."

I have never seen the matchmaker in person, but I have studied the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal down to the smallest detail. Naturally, I am familiar with the Eight Immortals who became famous in the five realms after the Battle of the Ten Seats.

sentence.

She excitedly pointed at the person in the distance, but was so frightened that her hand trembled and she quickly put it down. She hurriedly used the golden apricot to focus on the eight acquaintances, full of excitement:

"It's him!"

"It's definitely him!"

"Although it is slightly different from the one in the portrait, it is 90% similar. This time it is definitely not a fake..."

The matchmaker knew that there were many people in the five realms pretending to be the eight acquaintances, so she shook her head and said in a very firm tone:

"Brother Xiao Xiao has also pretended to be the Eight Masters before, and the matchmaker has seen him before, but he didn't have this kind of magnanimity!"

"The real Bazunzi, he doesn't even need to speak, the matchmaker doesn't even need to know him...he is standing there, he is already the Bazunzi!"

In the scene of Jin Xing's mission, the number of spectators is soaring at a terrifying speed. The matchmaker's tone is too crazy. Such a determined tone naturally arouses some doubts.

And it is true that although this person has extraordinary bearing, there are too many questionable points about him.

"Matchmaker, I see you are burning with desire. Could this be the Eight Masters?"

"I don't know what the Eight Masters look like, but it has been confirmed that the Eight Masters have eight fingers, scars on their necks, yellow eyes, and slovenliness."

"Yes, if nothing else, just count how many fingers he has?"

The same comments are reflected in the dozens and hundreds of preaching scenes in Lingyu Mountain, and the eyes of the audience are indeed sharp.

This time, everyone came back from the initial shock and noticed the details.

This Eight Masters, Ten Fingers!

There are no big ugly scars on his neck at all. On the contrary, they are extremely clean and tidy.

"I heard that ancient sword cultivators are all bored. Could it be that Ba Zunzun knew that he was going to come out to meet someone, so he gave some instructions?"

Mensao is definitely Mensao, and Maoluo is definitely Maoluo. Hua Changdeng can see it.

But simple grooming can't erase the old wounds, and it can't make the two broken fingers look fresh and natural again.

"The old scar has healed and the broken finger has grown back. It seems you are recovering well."

The look of satisfaction in Hua Changdeng's eyes was thick. What if the Eight Masters came to see him with their eight fingers on their heads? They couldn't even hold the sword, let alone fight?

"You're not bad either."

Amidst the whistling of the cold wind, the Eight Masters walked forward slowly.

He passed by Xiao Wanfeng, who was lying on the ground, and walked to many ancient sword cultivators. He looked past the unconscious Xiao Kongtong and past Mr. Siren, who had a bloody hole in his chest.

He finally looked directly at Hua Changdeng, from head to toe, from person to sword, after scanning and measuring them one by one, the corners of his lips slightly raised:

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all living beings are just like rotten dogs. I haven't seen him for thirty years, but Brother Hua has cultivated to such a state. He can kill all of them with one sword, regardless of age or age."

The cold wind suddenly dropped and became more biting.

All the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain trembled. Is this going to start?

From Xiao Kongtong, to Meisi people, to Xiao Wanfeng... As soon as the Eight Masters show up, will the settlement of this account begin?

Hua Changdeng could hear the sarcasm hidden in the words of the Eight Masters, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

"Buzz!"

The hunting ghost on his waist began to tremble slightly as Bazun came closer, seeming to recognize his aura.

Ghost hunting, which had always been silent since landing, now became eager to try.

Hua Changdeng held down the hunting ghost's abnormal movements, glanced sideways at the Eight Masters who had no swords, and chuckled:

"A serious injury can be healed, but when you return you have no sword to use."

"What, are you going to use your ten-segment sword fingers against me?"

"Or maybe thirty years from now, you will have mastered swordsmanship to the extreme, and prepare to use the way of nothingness to open up the mysteries and give me a surprise?"

sword?

The eight masters steadied their steps and laughed out loud.

Not long after, he looked at the world of Lingyu Mountain, looked around at everyone, and muttered:

"All heaven and earth can be used as support, and all things can be used as swords."

"Is this sword tangible or intangible? I don't know if I have the sword or not. If I don't say, Brother Hua has become blind and can't see the truth and appearance, the truth and the false?"

this……

As soon as this sound settled, the eight deities were familiar with the rhythm of their surroundings.

But it was only for a moment, and the aura that seemed like an epiphany on the spot disappeared.

The ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain were no longer calm.

This sentence sounds very simple yet comprehensive, and it is clear that if you sit down and understand the Tao, you will definitely be able to understand it.

But Hua Chang Deng, the Eight Masters are confronting each other in front of them. At this moment, there are a lot of ancient sword cultivators in the mountain. Who can calm down and sit down to realize the Tao?

"This is just the beginning, are you going to push it so hard? Just one sentence of enlightenment..."

In the scenes of each Zhang Xing preaching, there are tens of millions of spectators watching the battle, seeing the eight masters saying one sentence at a time, and the ancient sword cultivators all around have their own abnormalities.

Some even followed the Taoist rhyme flowing out from around them, but their Taoist hearts were rippling and they returned disappointed, making everyone feel excited.

"Fight! Fight!"

It's not a big deal to watch the fun.

If I were to say that I was completely disappointed with Bazunzhen before.

When this guy showed up, regardless of his image, temperament, or philosophy, what he presented was all at the pinnacle of his time.

This rekindled people's passion, and they wanted both sides to immediately draw their swords at each other and kill you to death.

Huachang Deng is equally eager.

He had been preparing for thirty years, and then he had enough time to realize the truth. The ancestor gods behind him also pushed away. Wasn't the "free time" left and right just to wait for this battle?

He held the hunting ghost down, body and mind, as ready to move as the sword on his waist, but before he could draw his sword and speak...

"Not to mention the sword, there is still a discussion to be had about Tao."

The Eight Masters suddenly waved their sleeves, and in an instant everyone in Lingyu Mountain noticed that the world had changed.

But Feixue is still Feixue, and Lingyu is still Lingyu. There seems to be nothing abnormal?
To be continued...