I have a passive skill.

It can be used as a symbol to convey the meaning of the holy slave's declaration of war, which makes those people start to panic.

Say it, and say it!

The masked man stood with his hands behind his back.

The light of heaven and earth sprinkled everywhere through the broken "covering the country canopy".

Everyone is waiting.

His slightly hunched shadow seemed to lengthen as the waiting time lengthened.

"cough."

The masked man coughed lightly, and the moment he broke the silence, he also smelled the bloody smell from his mouth and nose.

He didn't take it seriously, the contours of his mouth moved under the mask, his voice was calm, not too big or too small, and full of peace.

But in an instant, it seemed to spread throughout the five regions of the mainland.

"My name, the eight masters!"

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Chapter 596 One Sword Comes East, One Sword Immortal

Inside and outside the Eighth Palace, there is a certain mountain that is far apart.

The quiet mountain forest should be a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly at a certain moment.

"Crash-"

The sparrows flew in fright, and the birds and beasts scattered in a panic.

When the branches beat and the leaves fell, a large flock of black birds flew up.

Immediately, there was a horrified cry from the dense forest.

"Eight! Respect! Know!"

Falling leaves return to the forest, hitting the white and red clothes who should have been as calm as piles, and the gray clothes who have not yet been able to wear the white and red double clothes, causing hundreds of people in the audience to tremble wildly.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?!"

Everyone was not calm, and even their breathing became short of breath.

This army, located on Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eighth Palace, is one of the four major control domains of the "covering the country and the canopy".

This group of white-clothed, red-clothed, and gray-clothed holy guards from the Holy God Hall has the best training.

Even at the moment of last resort, it is impossible for Qiqi to lose his composure in such a way that Qiqi loses his attention to the "covering the country".

But when the words from the masked man confronting Wuyue Sword Immortal in the Eight Palaces appeared on the light curtain in the atrium, no one could stay calm anymore.

"He he he... what did he say? Ba Zunfa?!"

"Isn't this the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Shouldn't the Eighth Sword Immortal be dead?"

"This guy is also one of the fanatics pretending to be the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Just kidding your mother!"

"what?!"

The crowd became agitated.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of shock, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

But the jokes that would be casually exposed in the past, from the mouth of the chief slave, the amount of information is really too explosive!

Look at Senior Wuyue's ashen face...

Isn't this confirming something?

"No!"

"Impossible, how could the Eighth Sword Immortal be still alive?"

"In the past, the eight gods knew how to break the realm of the sword fairy, and Hua Changdeng and the three swords abolished all of them. Shouldn't they be torn apart, including people and souls?"

"This...reborn from the ashes?"

"Could it be possible, he still has a second life?!"

Among the team of the Holy God Hall, there are also sword cultivators and fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Even if he didn't show it on weekdays, but at this moment, it was like seeing a miracle.

That man is back?

"Quiet!!"

An angry reprimand suppressed the restlessness of the audience.

Jiang Bianyan, the master of the branch hall of the Holy Spirit Hall in the East Heavenly King City, shattered the wooden table and shouted: "It's so noisy and noisy!"

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Even if the person in front of him is not the strongest player in the field.

But as the master of the branch hall, and the master of the branch hall of Dongtianwang City, the power in his hands cannot be resisted by all the people present.

What's more, Jiang Bianyan, as the chief person in charge of the East Corner of the Overwhelming Heavenly Cover in the Eight Palaces War, holds the power of life and death.

At this critical point in the war, if someone doesn't cause panic in the army, I'm afraid they may be dragged out and slaughtered.

"What is it called?"

"When people say 'Eight Masters', do you all believe it?"

"Look at this man's looks... How can Ba ​​Zunfan be so shabby? You haven't seen Ba Zunfan, but you must have seen a portrait of Ba Zunfan!"

"One by one..."

Jiang Bianyan shook his hands angrily, as if he was too angry to speak, his right eyelid twitched wildly, but he was still trembling after shaking his hands.

"Master Jiang!"

A man in white with a sword in his arms suddenly stood up from the crowd. He looked extremely excited, and his eyes were so bright that he almost set the entire forest on fire.

"eighth……"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Bianyan turned his head suddenly, and almost poked his eyebrows directly through the void with his finger: "You fucking sit down for me!"

"Oh."

Bai Yi sat down obediently.

But a few tree stumps away, another middle-aged man in red dressed as a swordsman stood up with a spirit sword on his back.

"Master Jiang..."

"Shut up for me!" Jiang Bianyan moved his finger.

"Uh."

The latter pursed his lips in disbelief and returned to the ground.

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang..."

However, when the two got up earlier, it seemed to have brought about a chain reaction.

Everyone in white clothes, red clothes, or even gray clothes, as long as they are holding swords, don't wear swords, or carry swords, who can sit still when they hear the word "eight venerables"?

These people all stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to a little riot.

"Rebellious, right?"

Jiang Bianyan shouted loudly, and flew straight into the sky: "I am the throne, so I can't suppress you, can I?"

He took out a token with his backhand, and volleyed it hard into the ground.

"Keng" sounded.

The boulder on the ground was nailed to pieces, and the ear-piercing sound made everyone's lips and tongues closed, and all kinds of words were stuck in their throats, making them extremely uncomfortable.

"Quiet, understand?"

Jiangbian Yan's complexion was a little red.

He pressed his frantically jumping right eyelid, as if he wanted to flatten it.

However, as soon as he let go of his hand, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He gave up and threatened: "Whoever dares to say more, I won't say much, just get out of Wuming Mountain."

Jiang Bianyan flicked his sleeve robe, and his figure landed on the ground.

After a pause, he began to bend over to the shattered wooden table to fumble for something.

"This is more exciting than us..."

A white-clothed swordsman couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice, "If it wasn't for the Eighth Sword Immortal, why would you be so excited?"

"Who is speaking!"

Jiang Bianyan pouted his buttocks and turned his head, his face flushed as if a demon had descended, with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Shh."

The audience lowered their heads in unison.

The face that should be given must be given, after all, he is the commander-in-chief of the east corner of the battle in the Eight Palaces.

"found it."

The geese slapped their feet by the river a few times, and finally found a crystal ball from among the broken boards.

He took a breath, blew away the sawdust on it, wiped it with his sleeve robe, and then wanted to inject spirit energy.

But at this moment, as if he remembered something, he suddenly stood up and turned around.

"Don't say anything later, understand?"

The entire audience was extremely silent, with fiery eyes staring at the light curtain in the atrium and Jiangbian Yan.

Jiang Bianyan sighed, and his voice softened:

"Don't panic."

"Isn't it just a fake Bazun? This seat should contact the superior at the headquarters!"

……

In the eight palaces, there are far away mountains and four corners.

Situations like this are happening almost everywhere.

As long as it is a place where spiritual masters gather, there will inevitably be sword cultivators.

And as long as there is a sword cultivator, there will be an exclusive fanatic of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.

In Zhongyu, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered good.

At least with the coercion of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, and the Eighth Sword Immortal's fall for many years, the enthusiasm that should have been extinguished by time has long been extinguished.

But in Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, it is completely different.

As a region respected by the sword, the title of the Eighth Sword Immortal is almost a belief.

After wandering all over the world, after waking up suddenly, the legend of the three-breathing innate, three-year-old sword fairy is simply a miraculous existence.

It can be affirmed that once the news of the Eighth Sword Immortal's resurrection spreads, eight out of ten spiritual masters will go crazy.

And out of a hundred swordsmen, only half will go crazy.

The remaining half will explode on the spot!

This is faith.

A belief in the peak swordsman who overwhelmed the entire era, an absolute belief without reason!