"Who is this?"

As soon as the old man in the grass hat appeared with a stern look, holding a sword and flying into the air while the sky was collapsing and the earth was sinking, the hearts of everyone in red were tense.

That skinny figure, twilight-like temperament, iconic straw hat, thick dark circles under the eyes...

 Shouye swallowed hard.

 The words of the storyteller just now echoed in my ears again.

 “Second brother, take the sword!”

 So, this person...

Lan Ling also cast his gaze over, with a difficult look on his face, and nodded in agreement.

"It's him!"

 In the information coming from outside.

The second leader of Shengnu, who was killed in Qinglong County, and the old man who nicknamed the sleevelessness was the same as the dress of the person who appeared at the moment?

“But shouldn’t it be that the second-in-command of the Holy Slave was defeated with injuries?”

“Even the Moonless Sword Immortal was injured after that battle.”

 “Sleeveless, how could it be possible to return to this state so quickly?”

 Hong Yi was all puzzled.

 Look at this momentum!

The man just stood there holding a sword out of thin air, and the whole place was completely silent.

Even the storyteller looked frozen and could not speak for a long time.

 The shattered space was oppressed by the man's aura that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers and condense into substance. Even the speed of recovery was extremely slowed down.

“Wuxiu did not escape, but instead entered the white cave space first after failing to intercept Wuyue Sword Immortal?”

 “Then, waiting for the opportunity?”

 At almost the same time, such an inference flashed through the minds of all the red-coated men.

 It felt like a haze had descended on my heart.

A storyteller who is the seventh leader of the Holy Slave has tortured everyone in this place into this state.

 Now, another holy slave?

How should we fight this battle?

 Shengnu is crazy! This is it!

If we all gather in Bai Cao, we are really not afraid of being eaten by Bai Yi?!

 …

 Everything is silent.

Xu Xiaoshou held a sword in one hand and a straw hat in the other.

 He never spoke, but his momentum continued to build up.

 And in such a depressing atmosphere, no one dared to raise a voice to question.

　　The storyteller's words "Older, take the sword" are too confusing.

 An existence that even the Seventh Leader of the Holy Slave recognizes, no one will immediately question his identity.

Not to mention the figure of Xu Xiaoshou standing with a sword at this moment, under the influence of "Qi Swallowing Mountains and Rivers", invisibly leaving a deep mark on everyone's soul when he appeared on the stage.

 “Ouch!!!”

 The red double dragon python entrenched in the shattered space was groaning in pain.

 The evil spirit of the four swords is too terrifying.

No matter how tenaciously you resist, unless you are a swordsman and you have never mastered the concept of swordsmanship, you will never be able to withstand the power of the sword wielded by the Eighth Sword Immortal.

 The calamity clouds have dispersed early.

 But the remaining power in the body is enough to destroy this huge red double dragon python.

 No one pays attention to the dying ghost beast anymore.

No matter how miserable the moans were, everyone's eyes were still locked on the old man in the grass.

 …

far away.

 The storyteller’s face is a little dull.

 Different from others who were surprised by the strong appearance of the second child.

His eyes were fixed directly on the withered right hand holding the four swords.

How dare?

Even if you are the second child and not a swordsman, how dare you hold the four swords directly?

 “Lao Er, you...”

"Shut up."

Xu Xiaoshou pulled his stiff neck, glanced over coldly, and cut off the storyteller's words with one word.

 Everyone in the audience was stunned.

 It was only then that they realized it.

 This so-called second-in-command of the Holy Slave is in basically the same state as Cheng Xingchu at the beginning.

He is actually one of the few people who has held four swords but has not been demonized!

"this……"

 “Ferocious sword, approved?”

“Under suspicion, passive value, +13.”

 Xu Xiaoshou felt the manic primitive desire in his body that was constantly impacting his soul.

He was trying his best to resist, otherwise he would turn into a violent giant if he narrowed his eyes.

 The effect of Xingugu’s special training at that time was reflected at this moment.

Relying on a willpower that is already tougher than ordinary people, Xu Xiaoshou clung to the last bit of clarity on his spiritual altar.

 But he knew.

 The source that prevents oneself from becoming completely demonic is not the so-called will.

 It’s about sword reading!

 Coming from his own Dantian, the ray of sword thought given by the sloppy uncle seemed to echo the power of the four swords.

 The fierce sword is in hand.

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel the power of the sword thought that was trying to get close to his Dantian.

 A little timid and a little cautious.

 And after truly coming into contact with the sword thought...

 “Boom!”

 Xu Xiaoshou's body was suddenly injured by the evil spirit.

He was holding on tight to prevent himself from spitting out blood, and continued to repair his injuries through "endless life," and remained calm on the surface.

 “Angry?”

Yes.

 There were four swords whose strange emotions disappeared suddenly when they came into contact with the sword thoughts, and turned into violent rage.

  It seems that the hope that was highly expected finally turned into a bubble and shattered.

Xu Xiaoshou can clearly feel the rage caused by this sense of instant illusion.

 “Hold on.”

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He didn't understand what the four swords were trying to test, but if he couldn't withstand the rage of the fierce swords and couldn't control the situation...

　If you reveal your secret, you will definitely die!

 Four swords trembled, and the magic lines were deeper, almost covering Xu Xiaoshou's entire body.

 Feeling of powerlessness, lack, weakness...

 All kinds of tired emotions hit me from the soul level, and my eyelids became heavier and heavier.
To be continued...