Gou Wuyue's eyes burst out with light, and he held the famous sword in his backhand.

this moment.

Everyone can detect the last gap between the famous sword and the sword immortal, and it is finally gone!

At least, harmonious...

It was the only adjective that everyone present could find between the sword fairy and the sword.

"Eight Masters!"

Gou Wuyue held the sword, with fighting intent in his eyes, and his momentum was rising steadily.

"In the past, I didn't know it was you who brought many people here to the White Cave."

"But you killed my subordinates and used them as an excuse to hinder me everywhere."

"The act of Changing Wings reminds me, and Yu Ling enlightens me..."

"This battle should be over. At least, we can no longer let you do whatever you want."

He pressed forward every step of the way, and everyone felt that the air in the whole place was about to be crushed by his momentum.

"Chichi..."

"Chi~"

In the realm of Flower Hometown, the charming flower bones split open and turned into powder.

The energy was about to be fed back, but it was crushed on the spot by the Sword Immortal's artistic conception.

Threads of sword intent rose from the scattered flowers.

Don't talk about feeding back.

All the petals in the room instantly shattered and withered under Gou Wuyue's momentum at this moment.

Wherever the Sword Immortal comes, he will destroy everything!

Haitang'er's complexion changed slightly.

No Sword Immortal has ever visited the Northern Territory Qi Duan in person, and he has never seen the power of the Sword Immortal.

Therefore, in this realm, just now he even wanted to let Gou Wuyue use his sword to find out the true upper limit of his own realm.

But now it seems...

Why do you need to draw a sword?

As Gou Wuyue said, the opponent in his eyes is never himself.

I am still only one step away from becoming Taixu. No matter how strong my realm is, if it is going to be broken, why do I need a sword from the Sword Immortal?

One thought is enough!

Gou Wuyue's mind was not focused on the so-called world-breaking. Even if everyone in white was completely trapped, the only opponent in his eyes was the eight masters.

"You want to kill me?" Bazun asked wisely.

"You have really changed..."

There was disappointment in Gou Wuyue's eyes. He looked at the lonely wine gourd that fell to the ground, and sighed: "I have abandoned my past beliefs, lost my will to fight decisively, and only used human kindness to push me around..."

"you!"

Gou Wuyue's voice rose sharply: "There are eight names of familiar beings, but there are no eight familiar souls!"

The Eight Masters smiled slightly and did not comment.

"The world thinks very highly of me, but I am who I am..."

"You are not a fish, so how can you know the joy of fish? You are not me, so how dare you say that I don't have the soul of the past?"

"But the eight masters of the past would not say such nonsense to the swordsman's invitation to fight!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, Nu Lan pointed his sword at the person in front of him, and the sword intention in the void fluctuated.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and Huaxiang Hometown exploded with the rolling sword intent.

The so-called Seven Forbidden Reproduction Throne Realm, under the anger of the Sword Immortal, was like a joke and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The space turned into crystal fragments and cracked, and the boundaries collapsed.

"puff!"

Haitang'er's body fell forward, and when she opened her mouth, blood spurted out.

When the blood spattered, the sword energy surged.

The sword's intention came into form through thoughts, and backfired on its owner through the realm, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er's body.

"Chi chi chi..."

The furious Gou Wuyue hadn't even fired his sword, but Haitang'er, who was at the top of the slashing path, had been wounded by the sword and turned into a bloody man.

"Brother Haitang'er!"

The storyteller screamed in panic, snatching his body and trying to fly over.

But when he was about to move, his steps suddenly stopped.

"Sword Qi?"

A solemn look appeared on his face, and the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers to form a seal.

But by this time, his return to defense was already too late.

The white sword energy rising from the sea of ​​energy has been burning since its birth.

In an instant, the green seedlings grew into towering ancient trees, breaking through the sea of ​​​​qi and penetrating his entire body up and down.

"Uh-huh~"

The storyteller straightened his waist and abdomen, and his whole body was lifted high into the sky by the sword energy, with a complex and misty look on his face.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

"Take it easy~"

Gou Wuyue, however, acted as if he had just taken action. The famous sword in his hand did not even move in the direction of the Eight Masters, and he muttered something:

"Mo Jian Shu, Mo Jian!"

The voice of the famous sword Nulan suddenly glowed with a green luster.

Immediately, under the sword, a cyan sword shadow appeared vaguely.

Gou Wuyue gently turned the hilt of the sword, and the green sword shadow opened up with the sound of Nulan's voice.

When the sword point is fixed downwards, the sword shadow overlaps the sword body, creating long ripples in the void.

"Wuweiliu, Dao Chengzhangyi!"

There was a soft whooshing sound, and Gou Wuyue just drew the famous sword back, without even making much movement.

But the storyteller rolled his eyes and his whole body trembled violently as if in a convulsion.

That look was almost worse than when Xu Xiaoshou was taking drugs!

"Uh-huh——"

Under a loud shout.

As Gou Wuyue's famous sword was drawn back, the white sword energy that exploded from the storyteller's body was forcibly pulled back into his body.

Again, the sword energy was pulled away in Gou Wuyue's direction.

"Zizzizi!"

The sword energy turned from white to green, from slow to slow, telling Huixiang Gou Wuyue the famous sword in his hand.

And as the sword energy burst out of his body, the storyteller's body was shaking like chaff, and was completely dyed red by the dense blood lines that came out.

The cyan sword thread dragged the blood and returned directly to Gou Wuyue's famous sword, and was then swallowed by the cyan sword shadow under the sword body.

The shadow of the sword became more blurry and dim.

"Mo Jian Shu?"

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

Since Gu Qingsan gave him a hard education on the knowledge system of ancient sword cultivation last time at the City Lord's Mansion, he has also made up some knowledge later on.

Even though there are very few records of the ancient sword cultivating system in the world, the famous Nine Sword Techniques are still spread.

Mo Jian Shu is one of them.

This swordsmanship is extremely difficult to practice. To get started, you need to use your sword intention to comprehend it and condense it into a half-empty and half-real "Mo Jian", which is the existence of the cyan sword shadow.

It can be said.

For most ancient sword cultivators, this initial step is enough to stump everyone for half a lifetime.

Because the perception of sword intention forms its essence, this path itself is similar to the formation of sword intention.
To be continued...