I have a passive skill.

Gou Wuyue raised her head and laughed.

After laughing.

He lets go.

Nu Lan's voice was suddenly relieved, and it stopped in the air with a buzzing sound, but it didn't fly away, but didn't know how to make a choice.

"The promise of the past is still valid. You follow me, but it's just a temporary commitment."

Gou Wuyue waved her sleeves and said: "Now, your real master is here, go!"

He was full of hostility towards the Eight Masters.

But when speaking to the famous sword in front of him, he was full of tenderness.

The gaze that turned into softness along with the voice of the words showed a few strands of determination and a touch of reluctance.

But when it's time to let go, let it go.

Forget it, that's all.

"Ugh-"

Nu Lan's voice trembled even more violently.

Its more choking sound is not as dead and heavy as four swords, but a high-frequency whistling sound of the demon wind.

All the onlookers were stunned.

Even the seven hundred holy guards who were hiding in the blind corner of the Eighth Palace outside the arena were all speechless.

No one would have thought that the situation would turn around and the war would come in an instant.

No one thought that after Yu Lingdi's slap, the holy slave ran away and disappeared on the spot.

Not to mention that Gou Wuyue came in person and confirmed the birth of the Eighth Sword Immortal!

"It's going to change!"

Dozens of people in the audience, as well as seven to eight hundred people outside the stadium, were excited and panicked.

But everyone knows that when the name "Ba Zun Fan" is officially recognized.

Today, it will change!

……

The situation of the battle is turning around.

As soon as Gou Wuyue came out, the protagonists of the world could only be these two swordsmen.

The eight masters looked at the hesitant famous sword Nulan's voice, and waved.

"There's no need to come back."

With a face full of relief, he filtered through the hair with his hands and four fingers, brushed the messy strands of hair to the back of his head, and gave another pooh sound to freeze the hairstyle.

"When I abandoned you in the past, you and I are no longer on the same path."

"And now..."

Bazun looked at the hands with only four fingers left, and murmured: "Dirty and old... My hands can't hold the sword even more."

Put your hands to the left.

No one knows what he wants to do.

Tzenchov sighed, took out another wine gourd from the ring, and threw it over.

"I knew you still had..."

Bazun shook his head and chuckled lightly, his face turned serious, and he poured it on his back.

"Grumbling."

Everyone was terrified.

Even Gou Wuyue was startled by this bold gesture.

The Eighth Sword Immortal who used to claim not to touch alcohol, drunk to rescue chaos sword...

"You have really changed." Gou Wuyue murmured.

"Man, how can it be forever the same?"

Bazun drank the last drop, threw the wine gourd casually, his eyes became more teasing, "You have also changed, but this battle-thirsty appearance that is not afraid of death has not changed at all."

Gou Wuyue didn't speak, but turned to look at Nu Lan's voice.

"Om."

The voice of the famous sword Nulan trembled, as if completely desperate.

It lost its motion.

"Then come back!"

With a loud shout, Shen Jian was awakened.

The sword intent in the void is bright, reflecting the endless sea of ​​flowers, everyone feels that Gou Wuyue's temperament has changed, he seems to no longer hide the front, but a real sharp sword out of its sheath.

"Others don't want you, but I, Gou Wuyue, want you!"

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How about this sword in chapter 6 and one?

Gou Wuyue's eyes burst into light, and she held the famous sword in her backhand.

this moment.

Everyone could sense the last gap between the famous sword and the sword fairy, and it finally disappeared!

At least, rapport...

It is the only adjective that everyone present can find between the sword fairy and the sword.

"Eight masters!"

Gou Wuyue holds the sword, her eyes are full of fighting spirit, and her momentum is rising steadily.

"In the past, I didn't know that the White Cave was you, and you brought many people here."

"But you beheaded my subordinates and used them as an excuse to restrict me everywhere."

"The act of tasting the wings reminds me that Yu Lingdi has enlightened me..."

"This battle should be over, at least, you can no longer let you do whatever you want."

With every step he said, he pressed forward step by step, and everyone felt that the atmosphere in the audience was about to be overwhelmed by his momentum.

"Chichi..."

"scoff~"

In the realm of Huaxiang's hometown, the coquettish flower buds burst open and turned into powder.

The energy party wanted to feed back, but was crushed on the spot by the sword fairy artistic conception.

Wisps of sword intent rose from thousands of broken flowers.

Don't talk about feeding back.

All the petals in the audience, under Gou Wuyue's momentum at this moment, instantly shattered and withered.

Wherever the sword fairy goes, everything is invincible!

Haitang'er's complexion changed slightly.

There has never been a sword fairy in Qiduanban of the Northern Territory, and he has never seen the power of a sword fairy.

So in this realm, just now he even wanted to let Gou Wuyue use his sword to find out the real upper limit of his own realm.

But now it seems...

Where do you need a sword?

As Gou Wuyue said, his opponent will never be himself.

I am not even one step away from Taixu, no matter how strong the boundary is, if it is to be broken, how can I need the sword of the sword fairy?

One thought is enough!

Gou Wuyue's mind was not on the so-called breaking the boundary at all, even if the people in white were completely trapped, the opponent in his eyes was always only those eight masters.

"You want to kill me?" Ba Zun asked.

"You have really changed..."

Gou Wuyue's eyes were filled with disappointment, he looked at the lonely wine gourd that fell to the ground, and sighed: "I have abandoned my beliefs in the past, lost my will to fight decisively, and I am trying to be humane, pushing left and right..."

"you!"

Gou Wuyue's voice became high: "There is no such thing as the name of the Eight Masters, and there is no soul of the Eight Masters!"

Ba Zunyan smiled slightly, noncommittal.

"The world thinks highly of me, but I am who I am..."

"Zi is not a fish, how can you know the joy of fish, and you are not me, how dare you say that I have no soul of the past?"

"But the Eight Masters of the past would not say such nonsense to the swordsman's invitation to fight!" Gou Wuyue was extremely angry, and Nu Lan's voice pointed at the person in front of him, and the sword intent in the void was ups and downs.

"boom!"

With a bang, Huaxiang's hometown erupted amidst the tumbling sword intent.

The so-called King's Throne Realm, which was a re-enacted version of the Seven Breaks, was like a joke when the Sword Immortal was furious, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The space turned into crystal fragments and cracked, and the boundary collapsed.

"puff!"

Haitang'er was thrown upside down, and when she opened her mouth, blood spurted out against her.

When the blood splattered, the sword energy fluttered.

The sword intent enters the body from thoughts, and it passes through the realm to attack its master, exploding the sword energy on Haitang'er.

"Chichichi..."

The enraged Gou Wuyue hadn't even fired a sword yet, Haitang'er, who was on the top of the Dao Slash, had already been wounded into a bloody man by the sword intent.

"Brother Haitanger!"

The storyteller yelled in alarm and wanted to fly over.

But just as he was about to move, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Sword Qi?"

A solemn look appeared on his face, and the storyteller immediately pinched his fingers into a seal.

But at this time, it was too late for him to return to defense.

The white sword qi that emerged from the sea of ​​qi had been scorching since its birth.

In an instant, if the green seedling grew into a towering ancient tree, it suddenly broke through the sea of ​​qi, and penetrated his entire body up and down.

"Ugh~"

The storyteller straightened his waist and abdomen, and his whole body was lifted into the sky by the sword energy, and a complex and bewildered look appeared on his face.

"Pain, pain..."

"Take it easy~"

But Gou Wuyue seemed to have just made a move, the famous sword in her hand didn't even move slightly in the direction of the eight masters, and she muttered words in her mouth:

"Mo Jianshu, Mo Jian!"