I have a passive skill.

Among the panic-stricken white-clothed people, the spirit formation master who had experience in manipulating such large-scale spirit formations as the Covering Country Canopy finally figured it out by touching the eyes of the formation and feeling the lines of the formation.

This is not an illusion.

Because of the so-called formation eyes and formation patterns, they can't feel them at all at this moment.

This is so proper, it is not an illusion.

"This is the realm!"

Finally someone revealed the truth.

But the people in the field, the throne and the Zhan Dao are very important, but under the repeated attacks on this realm, they frequently fail.

Not to mention breaking the boundary.

A series of spiritual skills smashed on Zhou Tianman's flower bones, only clearing a little space.

Ruddy things can fall.

Instead, the other flower buds were nourished with more fertile energy and bloomed more coquettishly.

That's it.

No more results!

The scent of the flowers was tangy, and everyone began to feel a little delirious.

"Is this the realm?"

"The ability of this realm is too strong, right?"

"I'm also cutting the way, how could I get lost in a mere boundary?"

The dissent gradually diminished.

The white clothes of the throne's cultivation level fell to the ground one by one, and the one of the Dao Slashing cultivation level could still hold on.

But being taken first by the predicament-shaped realm, it is because the right time, place and people are gone. Just resisting is already very difficult.

"Flower Fragrant Hometown..."

Gou Wuyue stepped in front of the people, stared at them, with a slightly surprised expression on her face: "Haitanger?"

Brush it.

No. 33 appeared behind Gou Wuyue in a flash.

"I've seen Senior Moonless."

There is no Yu Lingdi's thinking.

This "Hometown of Fragrance of Flowers" is the realm of the Qidu forbidden version, and it is also known as having the ability to confuse the void...

He is a heavenly puppet with no brains, not afraid of violent battles, but afraid of such weird methods.

It can't be said that one divides and lives in the other, and gradually breaks through.

Even if he is a puppet of heavenly secrets, he will fall under the successive miraculous methods of this holy slave.

After all, from the very beginning, the ax-wielding old man showed an extraordinary power of emptiness—Ji Ling, a terrifying method capable of threatening the puppet of heaven!

"Senior Wuyue, do you know me?"

Begonia, who was picking up flowers, was a little surprised.

He has never seen Gou Wuyue.

Gou Wuyue was not in charge of the battle section of the Northern Territory.

"The hometown of Huaxiang, I have admired her name for a long time." Gou Wuyue's expression was somewhat dignified.

Same as number 33.

Those who have reached their level are not afraid of violence.

Because no matter how horizontal you are, you can't beat the Sword Immortal.

But such crooked ways... Those who play with flowers, those who can really play tricks, are the most deadly.

Not one.

Even dying, I don't know how to die!

Haitang'er had a smile on her face, and said: "Senior Wuyue, are you going to try to break my 'Flower Fragrance Hometown'? To be honest, I'm also very curious, whether my upper limit can resist the Sword Immortal blow?"

Gou Wuyue stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Cut the road?"

Haitang'er raised her eyebrows, but she didn't respond, Gou Wuyue knew everything.

"There's no need to try."

He shook his head and refused, "You are not my opponent."

After saying that, she turned around, and Gou Wuyue cast her eyes on the masked man.

"Mask, take it off."

This is the tone of command!

The masked man frowned, but he didn't care: "What else do you want to prove?"

"I said... mask, take it off!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was very cold.

"Well."

The masked man hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly, "Okay."

As he said that, he actually did it, and slowly lifted the mask from bottom to top, revealing a face covered with congealed blood scabs and stains inside.

The messy hair that was pressed close to the scalp, the unshaven beard that was crooked and of different lengths, the pair of muddy eyes that were completely lifeless, and couldn't see half of the swordsman's demeanor in the past...

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

But this is the face of the eight masters!

Even if outsiders imitate, imitate again.

But a real person is a real person, and a fake is a fake.

Even if the temperament is completely different from decades ago, some things and some flavors cannot be erased by time.

What Gou Wuyue saw from this face was not sloppy.

It was a face that had been smoothed by time, crushed by fate, and suppressed by Hua Changdeng, a face that had deteriorated slightly, but could still see the three-point elegance of the past.

"obedience……"

A word flashed in Gou Wuyue's mind, suddenly the pores opened slightly, and the hairs stood on end.

What an absurd word!

The words are not ridiculous.

But it can be placed on the unruly and unrestrained Eighth Sword Immortal...

obedience?

It's like two parallel lines intersect at a certain point.

That dirty face really shocked Gou Wuyue.

"Changed." He murmured.

"Is it enough?"

The masked man laughed, and said again: "Not enough."

He took off his gloves, the gloves on his hands, and then tore off the black robe that could protect his neck, and tore it to his chest.

The eight fingers that lost the thumbs of both hands...

Where the eight fingers passed by, the neck position was exposed in the air, a shocking and terrifying scar...

Gou Wuyue tightly held Nu Lan's voice in her palm.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling.

"Tell me, what's your name!"

Not a questioning tone, but an exclamation tone.

"I've already told you, it's useless to talk more." The masked man smiled.

"name!"

Gou Wuyue roared.

The masked man froze for a moment.

He could see the fiery fighting intent in Gou Wuyue's eyes, which was the respect for his former opponent.

At this moment, his whole body was full of qi and blood, and his blood was a little boiling.

Even if you can't fly...

"call out!"

A huge force suddenly came from the bottom of his feet, and a blooming crabapple pushed him up.

Subsequently.

As soon as the space under his feet stabilized, it was completely solidified and could support a person standing.

The masked man turned his head to look.

Haitang'er was smiling, and the storyteller's eyes were full of encouragement.

Everyone knows that the so-called Gu Jianxiu has his own arrogance.

When self-declaring his family, it was the sword ceremony, and the moment of the battle came to an end.

"I can't fly, but my partner can still make me stand on the old height..."

The masked man tightened his fingers, and the old color faded from his face.

He felt that his declaration of war last time was not in place.

If he wants to officially declare war, it is as if Gou Wuyue forced him to hide even the slightest bit.

Being open and aboveboard...is the way the Holy Slave should go in the future!

"Eight, respect, know!"

The sword intent in the masked man's eyes was high-spirited, and he uttered golden words resoundingly and forcefully.

At this moment, four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand trembled wildly, and flew out of his hands into the sky.

The voice of Nu Lan in Gou Wuyue's hand also shook violently, almost breaking his jaws.

masked man...

No, the masked man is no longer masked at this moment.

He has a new name.

"My name, the eight masters!"

"Everyone in the world imitates me, but until I am born again, no one can surpass my... Eight Masters!"

As the Bazun said, with a wave of his hand, there were four swords that were about to stab straight away, but he ordered them to return to Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

Looking at the two swordsmen standing high in the sky, Xu Xiaoshou felt his blood boil at this moment.

He strangled four swords.

"Don't make trouble, I don't want you anymore, he has eight masters, no sword is better than a sword!"

"Ugh-"

Surprisingly, the four swords did not resist, but swallowed more loudly, as if they believed it was true, and they were really sad.

"Hahaha!"

"It's a good sentence, 'When I was born, there are still eight masters that no one can surpass'."