I have a passive skill.

He, has he fought against Master Huang Quan?

He is still called Lord Huang Quan...boy?

"sky!"

Yin Cao was terrified.

Which one is true?

If both are false, why can such accurate information be given?

One comes for the sword.

One comes for the knife.

When did even Ba Zun's counterfeit products reach such a high level?

Master Huang Quan didn't know how many years he hadn't made a move.

If these two people were not from that era, how could they know about the existence of Xuanxuan Sword and Soul Cut?

the other side.

Xu Xiaoshou was just cheating.

But seeing Yin Cao's changing expression, he knew it was right.

Hades' Huang Quan actually possessed two supreme artifacts, the Xuan Xuan Sword and the Soul Cut at the same time?

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt a little absurd...

It's just Huangquan, what can He De do?

You must know that loving the common people is only a sinful bow!

The power of that bow...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the evil bow that shot Sang Lao, the second in command of the Holy Slave, into the prison of the Holy Spirit Palace with that arrow, he suddenly understood.

Why is the real saint slave who knows the first eight masters and tells himself not to care about the person who provokes the king of Hades for the time being.

Dare to love, is Hades actually so perverted?

"Hunqie is also there?"

The sloppy uncle not far away was obviously also surprised by this new information.

He stepped forward, stared at Yincao, and said straight to the point: "I don't like killing people, you give me the place where the underworld is, and I won't trouble you and other juniors."

junior...

In the eyes of this sloppy uncle, Zhan Dao seemed to be a junior.

At this moment, including Yincao, Baigui, and Jiang Chaotian, a sense of powerlessness suddenly appeared in their hearts.

The person in front of him is a person who possesses sword thoughts.

In the final analysis, this person is not the Eight Masters.

But at the very least, it's not too far behind!

Wouldn't it be possible that a person with a sword thought would not even have innate talent in a fight?

With a subjective judgment in his mind, Yin Cao didn't want to go to war with this uncle at all, but he couldn't expose Master Huang Quan's whereabouts.

Ever since, there was no way to say it for a while, Yin Cao could only freeze on the spot.

"Do not say?"

The uncle pressed on step by step.

The momentum was stacked, so majestic that it made people breathless.

But at this moment, the storyteller suddenly spoke up.

"Two brothers, wait a minute!"

The storyteller at this time actually couldn't figure out which one was Xu Xiaoshou, which one was the fake brother, and which one was the real brother.

But it is not easy for him to expose one of them, after all, it is possible that one is his own.

So he was left with the choice of slashing the way and humbly making a sound.

Xu Xiaoshou and the sloppy uncle turned their heads at the same time and looked at the storyteller.

When the storyteller was stared at by these two pairs of cloudy eyes, he was in a bad mood.

This is too similar!

Brother, brother, what on earth did you do outside to produce these almost identical fakes?

Resisting the urge to complain, Storyteller announced a bad fact to everyone:

"Bai Yi, come here."

outside the small world.

The storyteller couldn't see the sloppy uncle's figure clearly before, but that was because the other party was strong enough.

But as soon as the aura of the Lingque Fair moved, counting the thrones and cutting the way, he came here to investigate the fluctuation of the holy power, and he knew it at a glance.

It's a deal.

There are many people in the field.

Jiang Chaotian was overjoyed when he knew that reinforcements were coming.

Knowing that the end is approaching, the two of Yama and Wang felt sad from their hearts.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou began to curse the real Eight Masters for not being able to do things well.

After such a long time, they still haven't been able to attract all the white and red clothes at the trade fair.

in this way……

What happened at the scene?

Is it over?

Xu Xiaoshou became anxious.

The only one who was not in a hurry was the sloppy uncle. He stared straight at the storyteller and asked calmly, "How long will it be?"

The storyteller said that you really think of yourself as your elder brother, and you really treat others like your subordinates.

But the other party issued a sword thought, unlike outsiders.

Pretend to be a fan of the eight masters, and all of them are fans of the eight masters, that is, half of themselves.

So the storyteller replied: "There are traces in the space, people can't hold it for too long, it's time for a cup of tea."

"That's enough." The sloppy uncle nodded, turning his eyes to Hades.

At this moment, the pressure came suddenly, and the two Yamas were very flustered.

Anyone could tell that the uncle said "enough" to express that the period of time before Bai Yi's arrival was enough to kill him and the king of Hades.

Yin Cao couldn't bear it anymore.

His flower fairy eyes bloomed with cherry pink, and he rushed forward directly.

"magical!"

An angry shout.

The people present only felt that the world was upside down and the world was spinning.

And the Hundred Ghosts behind Yincao understood it, and immediately took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring.

Xu Xiao was stunned.

Hua Xianmou's illusion is very strong, but "perception" can still transmit some real picture frames from time to time.

And within these pictures, there is such a scene, which is the act of hundreds of ghosts swallowing the holy blood.

"Yan Wang, there is also holy blood?"

This will shock Xu Xiao extremely.

However, when he thought that the boss of Hades, Huang Quan, was a person who possessed Xuan Xuan Sword and Soul Cut, he immediately felt relieved.

But then relieved, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't stop it. ,

Because the picture from "Perception" was too late, Hua Xianmou's illusion didn't have a strong effect on him, but it did work after all.

He couldn't stop the ghosts from swallowing the holy blood.

One can imagine the power of Zhan Dao taking the holy blood.

Just when the storyteller realized something was wrong, Jiang Chaotian also felt the absurdity from the illusion, and forcibly resisted and broke free, but saw the scene of a hundred ghosts swallowing blood.

Everyone knows it's too late.

The holy blood has already entered the throat!

"Haha, do you know the eight masters?"

Yincao laughed wildly. At this time, everyone realized that he had never rushed forward at all, but led all the ghosts, and under the illusion of illusion, he kept retreating in reality.

While retreating, he also sneered: "Do you really think that I can't see that you are a counterfeit? Even if you have sword thoughts, it doesn't matter, can't you just..."

click!

At this time, a slight sound appeared, and a sudden change occurred.

Yin Cao's words stopped abruptly, and his sarcastic smile froze on his face.

Subsequently.

There was a "snap", and a crisp finger snapping sound appeared.

Everyone felt that the spinning scene was shattered.

Then, another screen came out:

It was a sloppy uncle moving without wind, his body clinging to the ghosts and retreating, holding the holy blood between his fingers, and another sloppy uncle in front of Yincao, with four fingers piercing his throat, stopping the shocking scene of his words .

Two uncles?

Everyone was startled, and immediately reacted.

Fantasy!

This is also an illusion?

"Illusion?" Yin Cao was also frightened.

In this world, there are illusions that even his fairy eyes can't see through?

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he heard his own voice slurred.

Suddenly, pain appeared on his face.

Unable to hold back, Yincao spat out blood.

Realizing that his words were ambiguous and that there was pain, Yin Cao sensed something was wrong, and his expression turned to horror.

"This is not an illusion!"

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Chapter 737 The imaginary sword technique that suppresses the illusion of the fairy eyes!

"It's illusion."

The uncle who pierced the throat with four fingers responded with a smile: "It is both illusion and swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that surpasses your fairy eye illusion."

fencing?

The onlookers in the arena were all shocked.

In my mind, a legendary sword technique emerged at the same time...

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

On the other side, Hundred Ghosts made a sound in surprise.