Seal the sword?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned when he heard this.

What's this?

But no one gave him an explanation.

"No no no."

The masked man just shook his head repeatedly, raised his two fingers, and drew a line in the void.

The sword finger swam across and the space was broken.

"Is this considered a sword seal?" he asked rhetorically.

"This is just sword energy." Gou Wuyue's voice was low.

"What about this?"

The masked man took out a snow-white giant sword with his backhand and slashed it in the void.

This time the sword energy tore open the space and directly separated the two sides, as if cutting this place into two realms.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at him from behind and felt a toothache.

This is the sword of Su Qianqian, named Chengxue.

Why did this ghost have the nerve to bring it out?

Oh, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal and the Eight Masters, so that’s okay...

Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed and she spoke again: "This is not your sword."

"What about my sword?"

The masked man spread his hands and threw the tomb name Chengxue back into the space ring.

Xu Xiaoshou was listening from behind and subconsciously wanted to hand over the four swords in his hand, but suddenly he felt that white sword energy exploded in his body.

He was pinned by the sword energy!

"Damn the Eight Masters, just wait for me. When I get stronger, I won't care if you are Tomb Ming Chengxue or you." Xu Xiaoshou cursed.

The masked man did all this in secret, his expression completely unmoved.

He stared at Gou Wuyue and said, "My sword is in your hand. Do you dare to take it over and let me try it?"

"Buzz——"

Nulan's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed to be moved.

Gou Wuyue tightened the sword in her palm and said coldly: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. Are you taking another path?"

"road?"

The masked man smiled softly: "I am indeed taking another path."

He said, waving his hand.

"gone."

After saying that, he took another step forward, treating Gou Wuyue as nothing but air, and gave his back to him.

"stop!"

Gou Wuyue roared angrily.

But the masked man was unmoved. Seeing this, Cenchofu and the storyteller followed him again.

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to be careless, so he hurriedly got stuck among the three people and asked the three bosses to escort him forward.

"Is it really okay?"

Qian Mimi used her "perception" to probe behind her, but Gou Wuyue seemed to have her footsteps really stuck. She watched the masked man leave without taking a single step.

"Brother is still more proud!"

The storyteller smiled and stepped forward to put his arm around the masked man's shoulders, but when the latter stepped forward hastily, the storyteller missed the mark.

His face was full of complaints, "Smelly brother..."

"open!"

Cenchov took the lead.

Panxian's ax slashed forward, and a hole was opened in the Heavenly Cover.

All the white-clothed people who ducked behind looked anxious.

Everyone knows that in this situation, if the four holy slaves really run away, the consequences will not be easy to bear.

But it's okay if the person in front of me doesn't reveal his identity. Once revealed...

Eight Masters!

The Eighth Sword Immortal!

Who dares to step forward and stop him if he doesn't care about his life?

"Senior Wuyue..."

Not only was there a kind of holy guard present who was muttering silently.

Even the operators of the "Sky Cover" who were hiding in the far corner of the Eighth Palace looked at the images coming from the void in a daze.

Just let it go?

"Dong dong dong."

The rain falls wildly.

The scene was almost breathtakingly silent.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man took one step at a time, widening the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.

The barrier light of the Overturning Sky Canopy is quickly repaired by the power of the operator in the distance.

But Cenjov made a hole with his axe.

The attack power that contains the power of Taixu is definitely not negligible.

Without any human interference, the Holy Slave walked out of this place in a big way, while others could only watch with wide eyes.

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it until he passed through the light curtain of the country-covering sky.

Is this coming out?

So Easy?

The expected fight to the death in the white cave did not appear at all. The masked man revealed his identity as the Eight Masters. Is everything resolved?

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou slowly turned his head, not daring to face anyone else. After thinking about it, he still put a question mark to Cen Qiaofu, who seemed relatively amiable.

Cenjov laughed uncontrollably.

He understood what the young man meant.

Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned cold.

"careful!"

At the same time, the storyteller flashed and stood in front of his brother, as if he was blocking some powerful enemy.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

He was the slowest to react.

But "perception" is also the most clearly seen.

I don’t know when.

Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.

The tall man was taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen before.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy had a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would have thought it was the white skeleton in the white cave that came outside.

And the short one on one side...

"Who is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

His past experience in fighting with big bosses from all walks of life told him that judging by just the aura on this person's body, the person who came had only the throne cultivation level.

But for a mere throne, how dare he lead the No. 1 person to block the path of the four holy slaves who even Gou Wuyue didn't dare to block?

"Bang bang bang!"

Big raindrops fell on the ground one by one.
To be continued...