I have a passive skill.

His cross pupils were furious, but he found that he could not mobilize the power of the holy blood, and smashed the space with the power of extinction.

now.

Bai Gui's pair of green and orange eyes intertwined, only stared at another sloppy uncle in front of him in shock and inexplicable.

The uncle's second finger was holding a drop of holy blood that was unwilling to be restrained, trying to chase freedom.

That was the holy blood that his hundred ghosts took out!

but.

Holy Blood, when was it stolen?

"Your illusion..."

Facing the shock of the audience, the sloppy uncle only smiled and shook his head: "It's just like that."

As he spoke, he backhanded the holy blood into the ring, pointed at the other side of the cunt that was pierced by another uncle's four fingers, and asked the ghosts:

"If I kill him, will you be frightened and give me the position of your Master Huang Quan?"

The pupils of Hundred Ghosts shrank suddenly.

His pupils turned back and forth, looking in disbelief at the uncle in front of him who was divided into two, yet able to control the two slashers at the same time.

What is this ability?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"impossible!"

All ghosts are going crazy, he is going crazy, he can't even see how the Dao is distributed here, so he said in shock:

"You don't even have a sword, how can you use phantom sword technique?"

"Besides, you're not the master of the eight masters, how can you control the two of us at the same time with the phantom sword technique? Can you still surpass the flower fairy eyes?"

"Laughing to death!" The sloppy uncle looked indifferent.

That's what he said, without smiling at all, with a stern and serious expression: "Up until now, you still doubt my identity?"

"Eight Venerable Masters, it is impossible to draw a sword!" Hundred Ghosts roared angrily.

He knows something.

While talking angrily, Hyakki used anger and madness to cover up his true intentions.

But secretly trying to use the cross pupil to silence the illusion, the ghosts discovered that this is like reality, and it is not like an illusion at all.

The two sloppy uncles in front of me are real people!

"Incarnate outside the body?"

Hundred ghosts are thinking about death. Doesn't this mean that the other party is a semi-holy?

But, it's not right!

Half saint, why do you want to pretend to be the eight masters?

Although his Hundred Ghosts are delaying time, it is also true that the eight gods can't understand the sword!

Hearing this, the sloppy uncle only slightly shook his head and sighed.

"Until you die, you don't even know how you died..."

"My sword is in your heart."

Finished.

The other hand of the sloppy uncle, which was inexplicably ignored by everyone, suddenly appeared in everyone's cognitive picture.

It's right on the heart of Hundred Ghosts!

As soon as the words were settled, the uncle curled his hands into a sword-holding posture, and actually pulled out a black and white sword with dao patterns from the heart of the ghosts.

"Uh, ah ah—"

The roar of pain resounded in everyone's ears instantly.

The flow of time here seems to be delayed hundreds or thousands of times.

That black and white sword was pulled out little by little.

Everyone can clearly see the mysterious gossip on it, and feel the dao rhyme gathered by the sword body.

"Famous sword!"

Jiang Chaotian exclaimed in surprise: "Isn't this Taiyi Yishui sword? Isn't this the sword of Yao Fu and Yao Ye? Is he the Yao family?"

No one responded.

Everyone just looked at the scene in front of them in shock and inexplicably, and listened to the wailing of the ghosts tearing apart their ears.

A chop.

In front of this sloppy uncle, he was powerless to become like this!

Among the scenes, even if the storyteller has a panoramic view, he can't help being terrified.

"Phantom sword technique..."

It can be said that in this small world of yin and yang life and death?, the only person who can feel the unreality of the current picture is the storyteller.

He has the experience of seeing his brother unleash a sword, so the storytelling knows it.

The sword here is just a small microcosm of the truly vast phantom sword technique.

And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled out the water sword of Taiyi from the heart of Baigui.

Yincao and Baigui lost half of their vitality in the eyes of everyone at the same time.

"died?"

Everyone swallowed their saliva.

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt the absurdity.

This is ridiculous!

This is simply a joke of the world!

The two major swordsmen are gone?

This uncle is the one who is familiar with the eight masters, and the one who sits first among the saint slaves is the counterfeit?

At the moment, Xu Xiaoshou even had such thoughts in his heart.

however.

After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle who cleared the blood from Taiyi Yishuijian only flicked the famous sword lightly with his fingers.

"Keng--"

There was a crisp sword cry.

Everyone saw the picture in front of them and broke again.

Another screen appears.

After clarifying the truth, everyone's scalps became numb again.

I saw the scene in the field, the sloppy uncle didn't move at all, and there was no sword and no dust in his hand.

And Yincao, just like the illusion in his flower fairy eyes, really rushed out, and even rushed in front of the sloppy uncle.

At this moment, the two are only a few steps away from each other.

Uncle didn't move.

Yincao was sweating profusely, panting, and his face was as white as paper.

He is not dead!

But as if, it looked like the rest of his life after death.

And the hundred ghosts who were a little behind were not still dead, and their hands still maintained the posture of drawing out the holy blood.

But at this moment, the Holy Blood is no more.

In the palm of Hundred Ghosts, there is only a small stone left.

"..."

All quiet.

Silent.

After a while, everyone realized that the scene where the ghosts and ghosts were all dead was the real illusion!

A magic sword technique that overwhelms the illusion of the fairy eyes!

Xu Xiao was shocked.

His "perception" can see through a little bit of reality in Huaxian's eyes, but he can't see through the sloppy uncle's phantom swordsmanship.

Thinking back to what this person said just now, "It's just like that", he now only feels that this uncle is a real fortress.

This is the illusion!

……

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed her saliva and struggled to make a sound.

He has the weakness of surviving a catastrophe on his face, but he doesn't necessarily have the hope of future blessings.

Just looking at the moment, Yincao's flower fairy eyes met the uncle's cloudy eyes, and they completely lost their color.

Obviously it is the phoenix and the native chicken.

At this moment, the local chicken is superior!

"En." The uncle only nodded.

"Are you really familiar with the eight gods?" Yin Cao asked again.

"En." The uncle nodded again.

"..."

Yin Cao couldn't continue asking, and fell silent.

The uncle said: "Since I died once, I can finally answer my question! Huang Quan, where is it?"

Yin Cao felt powerless.

How to fight this?

This person's phantom sword technique is so powerful that even Hua Xianmu can't resist it.

It turns out that what Master Huang Quan said is actually true...

It's not that if you have Leijiatong and your cultivation reaches the Dao Slashing level, you will not be afraid of Taixu, and even cooperate with the Holy Blood to be able to fight against Taixu.

There are geniuses in this world.

Some people only practice one kind of move in their life until they reach the peak.

All pupil techniques are false.

He can break ten thousand spells with only one force!

Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao actually still doesn't believe that this man is Ba Zunfa.

But it doesn't matter if it's not the Eight Masters.

Saying that he is one of the Seven Sword Immortals, Yincao now feels that this person is worthy of such a title.

Illusory Sword Art is known as the most difficult to practice among the Nine Great Sword Arts.

This person can cultivate to such a level, it is simply terrifying!

"Master Huang Quan..."

Yin Cao pursed her lips, as if she was going to stop stubbornly resisting, and wanted to tell the location of Master Huang Quan.

Never thought.