I have a passive skill.

Sin Bow, Arrow Blocking...

Too much!

Starting from feeding the tinder and ending with blocking arrows.

In fact, to put it bluntly, in just a few months, there are so many memories in the middle.

When Xu Xiaoshou thought about it carefully, he felt a little funny.

Finally, the memory returned to the bottom of his eyes, and he just shrugged indifferently, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then tugged at the corners of his mouth, and finally after tugging at the corners of his mouth with a dry laugh, he said in a low voice:

"Retribution..."

Say it.

He took out the straw hat from the ring and put it on.

Xu Xiaoshou waved to the reminder not far away, and walked forward without turning his head.

Step by step.

His face gradually began to age.

Clothes began to be torn and shoes were scorched...

In the long street on a rainy night, that thin figure seemed to be even thinner and more haggard, adding to the air of a haggard old man.

The youthful breath is completely gone.

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have become another person.

He contacted Ba Zunwen and asked Ba Zunwen to surround Wei and rescue Zhao, but he couldn't stop himself.

Since there just happened to be so many rounds tonight.

It just so happens that everyone loves to join in the fun.

How could Xu Xiaoshou be missing?

The matter of Sang Lao is too far away.

It is the Saint Slave's own business to participate in the war.

He, Xu Xiaoshou, has things to do on his own and is waiting on the road ahead.

and so……

"It's time to get down to business!"

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Chapter 728, 361 Eight Masters

Wangcheng seems destined to be restless tonight.

At the same time that the fair was coming to an end, other things were also happening elsewhere.

West City.

Located in the far west of Xicheng District, there is a family of treasures from the Eastern Heavenly King City.

There are so many forces in the royal city, they would not provoke this family on weekdays, and intentionally or unintentionally, they are all maintaining the existence of such a Taixu force.

——The Yao family!

The Taixu force, or the Taixu family, does not mean that there is one Taixu in the clan or sect, and it can be called the Taixu force.

But except for one Taixu.

The number of Zhan Dao and Thrones must also reach a certain considerable standard, and it must be officially recognized, registered, and publicized by the Holy Spirit Hall before it can be recognized by the world.

Such as Daxian Tianzong, Guiyin Pavilion, etc...

Even if there is Taixu among these sects, they can only be called "the overlord force of the Eastern Heavenly King City".

Because those Taixu, after all, are just a guest.

In a nutshell.

All these forces can only be the overlords in the East Heavenly King City.

But after leaving the East Heavenly King City, they basically lost their connections, and they were not known or recognized by other domains, counties and cities in the world, and the forces in the King City.

The real Taixu forces are not like this.

Wherever they are, where there are guardians, there will be basically no other external forces to provoke them on weekdays.

And the Yao family in East Heavenly King City is such an existence.

There is no other reason.

Yao Ye, the old man of the Yao family, is the contemporary sword-bearer of the famous Sword 21 Dao Sword—Tai Yi Yi Shui Sword!

The Yao family is also different from Su Qianqian's Su family in Tiansang City.

It is not in decline.

There is also no such thing as the famous sword holder getting old, and the famous sword urgently waiting to change hands. This is the moment when the family is most in decline.

Mr. Yao Ye has held Daojian for 30 years.

The reason why the entire Yao family can become a Taixu force is because he killed it with one sword after another!

now.

Outside Yao Mansion on a rainy night.

On weekdays, there are not many other spirit masters in Yao Mansion's surrounding area of ​​Three Miles of Forbidden Outer Sword, at most, there are only occasional swordsmen who come here for fame.

Tonight, there is an exception.

The place beyond the third street of Yaofu, a place for lonely people.

Suddenly, a dirty and sloppy uncle came out from the corner.

The uncle's dirty curly hair, wet from the rain, was tightly attached to his scalp.

He was in tatters, his eyes were still very cloudy, and his eyes were extremely baggy.

He was holding a large sack in his hand, and it was rattling inside, like a person who came all the way to Wangcheng to collect junk in the wind and rain.

All the way forward, the mouth is still very surprised to say something:

"It's weird..."

"Crazy carving sword is also accepted?"

"How do these people know where the sword-bearer of the Crazy Eagle Sword is, and how dare they attack that lunatic?"

"Let's forget about the key, but he still beat that lunatic. It's amazing."

"I just don't know, the Yao family Yao Ye in the center of the eye of the storm vortex, is he dead or not..."

The sloppy uncle is dragging a big sack.

When no one is around, he moves quickly.

In a short while, he crossed the third street and came to the gate of Yao Mansion.

"Who!"

The two guards at the door stood with swords in their hands, and they were immediately on alert, vaguely aware of the difficulty of the person coming.

Everyone in the Yao family, including the servants, are all swordsmen.

There are both spiritual sword cultivators and rare ancient sword cultivators.

But since he is a swordsman, he can probably sense that the person who came tonight is also a fellow.

The sloppy uncle with the sack wiped the rainwater from his forehead, and brushed the curly hair that was close to his scalp to his head. Then he showed a stiff smile and said in a hoarse voice:

"Notify your old man, Yao Ye, that someone is coming to get the sword, and tell him to offer the famous sword quickly."

The guard at the door was startled.

There are such rampant people in Wangcheng who dare to make such a declaration in front of the Yao Mansion?

In the past few years, they have come into contact with many assassins trying to grab the sword, but this is the first time they have seen such a blatant assassin.

But as soon as the line of sight moved down, it looked down from the muddy yellow eyes of the sloppy uncle.

The two guards caught sight of the hand of the uncle dragging the sack...

"Eight fingers?!"

This time, the two of them stiffened first.

Immediately, Qiqi laughed out loud.

"Here comes another one!" One of the guards shook his head and laughed, and instantly relieved most of his vigilance.

"I know who you are now. If there is no accident, you are also called Ba Zunfan?" Another guard smiled at the sloppy uncle.

However, the two began to sneer:

"This is the 361 eight deities I have seen..."

"You should be counting. I remember that if you count the masters of the spiritual formation last time, it should be 360 ​​eight!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter."

"Indeed, just add one tonight."

The joking and joking of the guards really surprised the uncle who was drenched in the rain outside the door. He lowered his head for a while, "Are so many people pretending to be..."

Unexpectedly, this murmur was still heard, and the guards looked at each other and smiled.

"Come again!"

"It's this kind of talking to myself again, whispering in a low voice, laughing to death, but not laughing at all..."

"Hey!"

One of the guards pointed at the sloppy uncle and sneered, "How do you prove your identity to us? Do you want to show ten-segment sword fingers, cut the Buddha, come east with one sword, or read the sword?"

The sloppy uncle opened his mouth.

The other guard pondered for a moment, then said in a rustling voice: "The real Eight Masters don't need to be shown!"

At the same time, the uncle also spoke, his voice was indeed very hoarse: "Really...huh?"

Halfway through the conversation, the uncle seemed to be startled when he heard the overlapping voices from the guards at the door.

Looking up again, the two of them laughed so hard that they turned their backs on their backs.

The sky is still drizzling.

The sloppy uncle on the long street suddenly twitched his mouth.

Its toes, which were exposed outside the tattered cloth shoes, curled up, gripping the floor tightly, and embedded a sharp, sword-like groove in it.

"Have you laughed enough?" the uncle said in a condensed voice.

Even at this time, he couldn't suppress the embarrassment to the depths, and the anger that was extremely peaceful.

"Hahahahaha..."

"Wait, wait, let me laugh a few more times, you can't do it, you didn't prepare as well as the two of us, so you came to grab the sword?"

"Hurry up, Mr. Yao is not something you can provoke. If you want to die and change places, we don't want to help collect the corpse every night. It's annoying!"

"Fakes are everywhere, damn..."

The two laughed and cursed, and suddenly the atmosphere became a little cold, and it seemed to be dignified.

They hurriedly stopped their belly laughs and looked up.

But he saw that the sloppy uncle had put his fingers together in the air, and there was a sharpness on it.

This time, the two guards couldn't laugh out loud, and froze in place.

But I heard the sloppy uncle swipe the air with trembling fingers: "The sky does not know the truth, I will prove myself by death, and I will die!"

The sword finger passed.

The guard on the right suddenly felt a sudden cardiac arrest, but did not feel any pain. He suddenly thought of his companion.