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Chongdong, split into two!

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Chapter 332 The Eighth Sword Immortal?

Boom!

Boom!

Two pieces of corpses fell to the ground dully.

Xu Xiaoshou punched him before, creating a vacuum of ten miles. After the vacuum, thousands of people exclaimed.

Now, when the sloppy uncle slashed out with his sword, everything was completely silent!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of fairy sword is this!

This sword is like Kunwu, which can cut nine heavens, and it seems to come out of the sea of ​​clouds in the east, dividing the river and cutting off the flow.

Not only is Chongdong under this sword, his identity is in two halves.

That long black line of void stretched even beyond the sky, as if it would never end.

"One sword is eternal, nothing is better than this!"

Finally, when someone exclaimed, the scene turned into a frying pan.

All the sword cultivators present saw their swords soaring into the air, as if thousands of swords had returned to their ancestors, and paid homage to the sloppy man at the center of the battle.

Each of them has a legend in their hearts.

Everyone's faces were flushed, and their fists were clenched tightly.

That legend, in the Eastern Region, where sword repairers gather, is a god!

none of them!

Even if you look at the entire Holy Spirit Continent, even if the legend is like a flash in the pan, it has left a rich and colorful stroke in this piece of history!

"A sword comes from the east and a sword fairy, leaning on Huangquan drunk and walking into the blue sky?"

Finally someone couldn't hold back and told this legend.

At this moment, all the other sword cultivators... stared angrily.

"What a joke!"

"Even if the Eighth Sword Immortal has a sword at hand, how can it be compared with this sword?"

"Look at who he beheaded, just a throne!"

"Who is this? Chongdong, Commander Chongda? It's amazing? Not necessarily!"

"Do you dare to pull on the Eighth Sword Immortal for a throne?"

"Let's not say that the Eighth Sword Immortal has long since fallen, but with such a weak sword, how dare you make such a bold association and directly involve the eight... Eighth Sword Immortal's head!"

"absurd!"

"funny!"

"It's ridiculous!"

"..."

The first one to speak was immediately sprayed with blood by everyone.

Indeed, the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal is a household name in the Eastern Region.

His existence, to the sword cultivator, is faith and god!

God, how could he come down to the world suddenly and make such a weak sword?

Chongdong...

Just a throne...

In normal times, he may indeed be a great person, but he really has to be comparable to the gods in everyone's mind...

absurd!

The person who spoke was very wronged, and he also knew that the first one to say would definitely be sprayed to death by the big guy.

But he couldn't hold back!

He is also a fan of the Eighth Sword Immortal, so how could he not be aware of that man's famous stunts?

"You all come back, take a closer look at that sword just now, isn't it the Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Great Buddha Slash'?"

Now, everyone is silent.

a long time.

"Indeed, it seems..."

"Like a fart!"

Someone got angry on the spot.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Great Buddha Slash' is as if you have the qualifications to see it. Your superficial understanding is just hearsay."

"Is the thing from the view of the copy of the spiritual technique real?"

"Is 'Big Buddha Cut' so weak?"

"Not to mention anything else, how many times have you seen this imitation spirit skill?"

"I don't have one hundred thousand, I have to have ten thousand, I'm going to talk about the Eighth Sword Immortal, come on!"

"Ten thousand steps back, this is the 'Big Buddha Slash', but what about the 'Buddha', where is the phantom of the Big Buddha?"

"This is just a pirated spirit skill, an ironclad fact!"

The crowd was uproarious, and they were about to fight on the spot.

Fortunately, there are still a few people in the Imperial Guard who don't hold swords, and their heads are still calm, so they immediately grab the more impulsive partner next to them.

This will prevent the tragedy of the Imperial Guards wounding people.

Yuan Sandao was also silent.

Indeed, there are quite a few copies of "Big Buddha Cut", and even the original one is not only known by the eight statues.

At least as far as he knows, there is this type of spiritual skill in the family lineage of Shenyue Immortal City.

Being able to use the half-style "Great Buddha Cut" has nothing to do with the eight deities.

He could only prove from the side that the man in front of him might really be from Shenyue Immortal City.

At least, the relationship is not weak!

As for why he asked himself a question, the answer was "wrong"...

To be honest, Yuan Sandao didn't intend to get the most honest answer from the other party from the beginning.

Snapped!

At this moment, Chongdong's broken body fell out of a purple box.

As soon as the box fell to the ground, it opened with a snap, and then a flash of light and shadow transformed into Chongdong's form.

Yuan Sandao immediately took a step forward, blocking the path of the sloppy uncle.

The uncle raised his brows, didn't move forward, but calmly watched the purple box operate.

After the light and shadow appeared in the box, a burst of inscription patterns flickered.

The next moment, a purple wormhole appeared, and Chongdong's corpses that fell on both sides were absorbed into it.

At this moment, the sky and the earth trembled, as if the rules of heaven were forcibly changed, the clouds of calamity gathered, and the sky suddenly became dark.

There was a thunderbolt and a thunderbolt, but the target could not be found.

After the black robbery cloud in the sky receded, the wormhole reappeared, and a brand new Chongdong fell out.

His body recovered perfectly, and even his broken fingers were connected.

As if the rules of time and space were reversed, the box took out a brand new Chongdong from the previous time and space to replace him.

But memory cannot be replaced.

The newborn Chongdong's complexion was pale, his hands and feet were weak, as soon as he appeared, he fell limp to the ground.

Yuan Sandao withdrew his knife and protected him.

"Tianxuanzhuji?"

For the first time, surprise flashed across the uncle's eyes, and he exclaimed: "You boy, how could there be a heavenly secret box?"

Dao Qiongtian?

Yuan Sandao's pupils shrank when he heard this name, and his heart was filled with horror again.

Who is Dao Qiongcang?

Kuileihan, the eight masters, the sky is unpredictable!

These are the top three giants among the ten seats in the Central Territory, the contemporary master of the Holy God Hall, and the number one magician in the Holy God Continent.

This guy……

To say this name in such a calm tone?

You must know that the name of the Lord of the Holy God Hall is taboo, which is not allowed to be mentioned by ordinary people.

Even if it is a spiritual master, if you want to call it, you usually use the word "Hall Master" instead.

This guy... who is it?

A person of the same generation as Dao Qiongcang?Played against him?Or is there some other unknown special relationship?

Yuan Sandao felt dark in his heart and took a deep breath.

He knew that today's matter might be anticlimactic.

But even so, he still had no choice but to ask the third question out of his responsibilities!

"Your Excellency should know that the mainland expressly stipulates that the masters of the throne cannot make a move. They must either enter the realm or enter the half-empty sky."

"However, it's a big mistake for you to directly attack tens of thousands of innocent people in Tiansang City!"

"After the Holy Spirit Hall is investigated, even if you transcend the throne and the Dao, so what? Isn't it a death in the end?"

Yuan Sandao turned the blade, stood it upright in front of his chest, and said slowly: "My third question is, why did you make the move?"

There is really no need for such a strong man to humiliate himself like this!

Make a move in Tiansang City?

How silly!

Yuan Sandao felt that there must be some ulterior secret in the meantime.

The uncle smiled again.

Chongdong can be resurrected by his own ability, that is his strength, as far as he is concerned, this matter is over like this.

He does things with his own principles in mind, and he only kills once.

Putting aside the matter of Chongdong, he replied to Yuan Sandao's question.

"First of all, I am not the throne, as you can see, I am just an acquired child, and the rules of the mainland cannot restrain me!"

The corner of Yuan Sandao's mouth twitched.

Before the uncle finished, he continued: "Secondly, although I have already explained it, I want to explain it again. It is really not me who hurt the innocent in Tiansang City."

"If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Yuan Sandao sneered, could it be the corpse next to you that died in several pieces?

"It's him."