"Hiss!"

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air.

This smooth operation really shocked him.

"Aren't they all... too empty?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.

He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Taixu and Taixu.

Just like he can rely on his innate cultivation and passive skills to resist the throne.

Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can still protect yourself.

This also shows that on this continent, cultivation really cannot determine everything.

But on the contrary, most of the time, people are limited by the concept of cultivation.

But for the truly powerful people in this world, cultivation is only one of their means, definitely not the whole story.

This is especially true between Taixu and Xu.

"yes……"

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts changed and he suddenly felt relieved.

Maybe that level is still very far away for me.

But for the upper class people, that is, those chess players who really control the way of heaven, there is definitely a lot of Taixu.

But there are many Taixu. Sword Immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and there are only seven at most in each generation.

Isn't this enough to explain what?

…

"puff!"

On top of Cenjov's headless body, pillars of blood shot into the sky.

Gou Wuyue just nailed him with her sword, staring at the Eight Masters with unblinking eyes.

Anyone who saw that situation could tell it was a provocation.

Anyone who sees it will be furious!

"Are you planning to anger me?" Bazun knew it but didn't look away.

Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and blasted Haitang'er's realm to pieces, severely injuring him, then smashed the storyteller's incarnation with a sword, and then killed Cen Qiaofu on the spot.

He looked like a normal person, completely unmoved.

Disappointment appeared in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

"How much have you changed..." He sighed in his heart.

If it were the former Eight Masters, with his righteous character, he would probably have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Haitang'er.

But now...

The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from the person he was decades ago.

Gou Wuyue even once doubted that this person was really the same person as before?

Is he really still that unruly and unruly person who can't tolerate even a grain of dust in his eyes... the Eighth Sword Immortal?

"First seat."

Haitang'er, wearing clothes stained red by blood, appeared beside Ba Zunzhen, and pressed his shoulder with one palm.

"It's time to go." He said softly.

The situation on the field changed too quickly.

Only then did Cenqiaofu dare to say that he wanted to cut off the queen and let himself take the first one out of here first.

But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wuyue.

Even though Taixu's body could not be killed on the spot, Gou Wuyue's strength was beyond everyone's expectations.

This guy has only struck three swords since he was here!

But most of the Saint Slaves are already blushing.

The situation reversed and the momentum declined.

If the fight continues, even if the leader of the family can compete with Gou Wuyue, what will be the consequences?

Gou Wuyue can take action at will.

But Haitang'er knew that if the leader of his family really wanted to start a fight, the first one to get hurt would definitely be himself!

"Walk?"

Ba Zunzun's shoulder was about to be broken by Haitang'er, but his body didn't turn to the side at all. He said coldly: "Look at him, does he look like he will let us go?"

Gou Wuyue remained silent, staring at the remaining saint slaves in the scene with a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.

Everyone feels a lot of pressure.

Obviously I haven’t even moved my clothes...

It was obvious that Gou Wuyue was the only one who took action...

But all the words and deeds of the other party seemed to be stating an indisputable fact: "You are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!"

"Let go." Bazun said in a deep voice.

"But……"

If Haitang'er doesn't let him go, he can't let the leader die in vain.

"I said, let go!"

The eyes of the Eight Masters were condensed, and the void seemed to tremble with it. Wisps of white mist rose from the ground, and the heaven and earth were filled with an unknown atmosphere.

"Well!"

Haitang'er's face wrinkled, and blood oozed from her hands.

He hurriedly let go of his hand and stood beside him, not daring to get closer.

"Do you want me to say it a third time?"

But Ba Zunzhen's voice was completely cold, his eyes were fixed on Gou Wuyue, he concentrated for a moment, and his voice sounded like thunder: "Let go!"

boom!

The void exploded.

The white silk mist that rose from the ground penetrated into the void. At this moment, the expressions of the white-clothed people in the audience changed drastically, and everyone became commotion.

Even though they were far apart, everyone felt pain all over their bodies at this moment, as if thousands of needles and threads were trying to shuttle through their bodies, or seem to be coming out of their bodies.

"Puff puff……"

Someone in the white clothes couldn't hold on anymore, and the sound of blood spurting sounded.

Haitang'er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that the hand holding the sword was trembling violently, and there was also white sword mist scattered on it.

Only then did he fully realize that the three words of "let go" he had just heard from the leader were not addressed to himself, but to Gou Wuyue.

"The art of observing swords..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she understood what these white sword mist were.

Sword read!

The "Sword Observation Manual" uniquely created by the eight masters can not only observe all the spiritual swords in the world and strengthen one's own body, but also can observe the body of the sword immortal and injure the enemy with the naked eye!

"Can't you hold it in any longer?"

Gou Wuyue felt relieved, smiled softly, and said: "I thought I had to kill all your people before you would choose to fight me, but now..."

With a sneer, Nulan's voice was pulled out of Cenchofu's body.

Gou Wuyue's sword twirled, the afterimages and spiritual energy rolled around, and Cen Qiaofu was ejected.

"puff!"

After losing the damage from Mo Jian and the suppression of Taixu's power, Cen Qiaofu's head recovered instantly, but he still couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Haitang'er!"

He called out without further words.

But everyone knows that this guy is unwilling to give in.

He was unprepared before and was captured within one round. Now, he still has to keep his promise.

Let Haitang'er take Ba Zunzhen and go first, and you can take the lead!
To be continued...