I have a passive skill.

After a long time, someone finally spoke up.

"Holy power?"

"Well, it's unlikely to be an illusion. I guess someone must have known about the actions of the Lingque Fair and decided to make a move in another place."

"who?"

"In the East Heavenly King City, apart from the Holy Spirit Hall and the semi-holy forces, I'm afraid there are only the new Jiang family and the first floor in the sky."

"That's Jiang's. After all, these people are not present tonight, and the people on the first floor in the sky are inside the fair."

The communication of the commanders in white is very simple.

After a few sentences, the situation is analyzed very clearly.

"Taking this opportunity, what do you intend to do with the Semi-Saint Jiang family?" Someone asked again.

"Jiang's family, Jiang Xian, three annoying pupils..." another white-clothed person speculated.

After saying this, the tea shop became quiet again.

Three tired eyes.

If it's related to this, it can't be a trivial matter.

As the white clothes that cut black and destroy evil, as the only ray of light in the darkness.

Those present, how could they not know that Sanyan Tongmu is a big matter and involves many things?

Support has already been dispatched, and everyone is silent at the moment.

Man proposes, God disposes.

I just hope that the battle situation in Beicheng District at that time will not be bad news.

"Several!"

At this moment, Chu Lisheng, who was warming tea at the back, suddenly spoke out, interrupting the conversation of the men in white with a solemn expression.

"What's the matter?"

The commander in white immediately looked around.

"There is bad news..."

Holding the communication bead in his hand, Chu Lisheng said sadly: "Just received the news, it was a message from the Yao family in Wangcheng, saying that Yao Ye, the old man of the Yao family, died tonight. people."

snap.

At the two tables in white clothes and red clothes, everyone stood up in shock.

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

Vigil was surprised: "A real person, or a counterfeit?"

Chu Lisheng looked back at the past, and said disappointedly: "The seniors in red are not from Wangcheng. They may not know that Yaofu Yaoye is the sword-bearer of Daojian Taiyi Shuijian in the famous sword 21. Taixu Cultivation."

The pupils of the night watchmen shrank suddenly.

too empty...

died?

If Chu Lisheng could hear such words, Yao Ye must have really fallen.

And Taixu's death, the fluctuations that came out were so small?

Even, sitting in the tea shop here.

All the attention of Baiyi and Hongyi was attracted by Lingque Fair and Saint Power.

It was completely unexpected that Taixu would die in battle tonight.

"In this way, it can only be the sound of the sword just now..."

Among the commanders in white, someone Chi Ning made a sound.

Indeed, before the holy power erupted, there was a sword cry from the west.

But then no one took it seriously.

Yao Mansion Jianming, isn't that normal?

Unexpectedly, that was Yao Ye's last mournful cry!

"Trying the sword?"

A commander in white with a sword asked.

"Ah."

Chu Lisheng nodded: "Simply fighting swords, regardless of other things, Yao Ye failed to protect the sword and died, which belongs to the ancient sword cultivator, a serious matter."

serious……

If it is placed on him, everyone is willing to believe that this is serious, it is really serious.

But tonight, there is a lot of turmoil, and this coincides with this matter, how can it be serious?

"So, is it really the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Watching the night looked back at the surrounding people, and the battle in the Eighth Palace outside the White Grotto emerged in his mind.

At that time, their mission was over, and the rest was the responsibility of the white clothes, so Gou Wuyue ordered them to leave the scene first with the red clothes.

Never thought.

As soon as they left like this, they heard about the battle in the eight palaces, seven hundred people in white clothes died in battle.

Even Wuyue Sword Immortal was defeated by a dead branch of the first seat of the holy slave.

And the identity of the other party is also ready to be revealed.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal..."

Lan Ling murmured in a low voice: "He, also came here."

No one can be without fear of the words "Eighth Sword Immortal".

That's a myth!

It's not from ancient times, but only from the Eastern Region decades ago, so it can be said to be contemporary... a real myth!

After the first battle in the Eight Palaces, the Saint Slave and the Eighth Sword Immortal declared war. In fact, they were suppressed by the Temple of the Holy God, so as not to cause panic and the dark forces to follow.

But outsiders don't know, but my family understands!

The first seat of the holy slave is the eighth sword fairy, which is the eight masters.

This point is well known to the insiders in white and red.

As soon as the current situation at the Lingque Trade Fair was settled, the other side moved its hand.

"It's too fast!"

Vigil marveled at the speed of the holy slave.

These people seem to have the eyes of the avenue, as if they are watching every move of the Holy Spirit Hall all the time.

And once the Holy Spirit Hall is leaking.

That fatal blow in the dark, I will deliver it on the head!

"But why did he move Yao Ye instead of us?"

"personal enmity?"

Some people doubt.

Then someone thought of a very ancient legend.

"Famous Sword 21..."

"That's right, the Eight Masters should have their eyes on these 21 famous swords."

"From ancient times to the present, no one has collected all the famous swords, but there are legends that when all the famous swords are collected, this will be another road to becoming a saint."

In the past, everyone thought the rumors were false.

When the Eighth Sword Immortal hadn't really appeared, no one would have believed in such a ridiculous path.

There are 21 famous swords, even if they are all collected, no one has 21 hands to move the sword at the same time.

How could this be another path to canonization?

But when the eight masters whose identities had been confirmed made their move and really acted on this path, Bai Yi immediately uploaded the information.

Regardless of whether this inference is accurate or not.

In short, the enemy's intentions.

Holy Spirit Temple, just need to stop it.

The holy power is leaked, and the eight masters make a move...

Stuck in such a sensitive period of the Lingque Fair, such disgusting things broke out.

Even though the commanders in white and red have experienced a lot here, they feel a little panicked.

"Our people, haven't they arrived yet?"

At this moment, Watchman looked at Chu Lisheng and asked inquiringly.

He is one of the few people who has seen such a magnificent battle in the Eighth Palace, so he knows the horror of the Eighth Sword Immortal even more.

And since the opponent decided to make a move, it was obviously impossible to just grab a famous sword.

Because, Xu Xiaoshou may still be at the fair today.

Saint slave, it is impossible to sit idly by.

That's it.

Even dark forces such as Saint Nuna will intervene in the situation here.

At that time, even Gou Wuyue was under pressure, and this trade fair was such a battle.

Even if there are many people.

How could the operation be successful without a boss in charge?

"It should be soon..." Chu Lisheng responded subconsciously, and suddenly looked at the other side of the void, and said, "Here we are!"

Dropped with a bang.

Then you can see the void ripples surging.

Afterwards, a complicated pattern of Dao patterns spread out, filling half of the sky, making the night light a little bit brighter.

The next breath after the construction of the Heavenly Secret Formation is completed.

A small space passage expanded, and two young figures, a man and a woman, walked out of it.

The man is tall and straight, handsome and handsome, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and high spirits.

The woman's figure is graceful, her face is covered with a light veil, her star pupils are shining brightly, and her gaze is shining brightly.

The appearance of this combination is like the emperor's son and fairy descending from the sky.

Both of them have a refined temperament, untouched by fireworks.

The night, which was supposed to be chilling, has been embellished with an extremely gorgeous touch here, making it more beautiful.

"Little girl Yu Zhiwen, I have met a few seniors."

As soon as he appeared, Yu Zhiwen took the lead in shaking hands, bowing and bowing.

Then she turned her star pupils, and looked at the table in red with a little surprise, "Sister Lan Ling..."

"Sister Zhiwen!"

Lan Ling was also surprised by the visitor.

The last time she cooperated with Yu Zhiwen in the White Grotto, she had a taste of the terrifying secret skills of contemporary young people, and also understood why the Holy Spirit Hall dared to gradually send young people out to cooperate with the actions of the red clothes and white clothes.

More than exercise.

They really work!