I have a passive skill.

Either Yu Lingdi was crushed with one move, or Gou Wuyue smashed the enemy with two swords.

This, really is called a moisturizing thing silently!

Sure enough, in the battle of the weak, there is loud thunder and little rain.

The battle of the strong is unpredictable in an instant, and the storm changes again!

No surprises.

Cenchov couldn't control his figure that was lifted into the air, and amidst the shocking expression change, he suddenly felt a pain between his brows.

In the next second, his entire head exploded.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the explosion of Cenchov's head, there is also a whole square of void in a radius of several miles.

Gou Wuyue slowly withdrew her sword.

The fragments that exploded in the void had already been strung together in advance by Qing Mo's sword energy in the dark, and with the movement of retracting the sword, they were returned one after another.

fried days.

Make up for the sky again!

A person of quality will not leave battle garbage at the battle scene.

The power that has been grasped so wonderfully is even more as if it has gone through multiple calculations.

I saw Qingmo's sword energy flowing back, and at the same time it mended the sky, it jumped straight into the body of Cen Qiaofu who was about to explode the power of Taixu and wanted to escape.

Then he pulled his body and pulled back at the speed of light in the direction where Gou Wuyue withdrew his sword.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked at the eight masters, her expression calm and calm.

He turned the famous sword in his hand, pulling away multiple cyan afterimages in mid-air, and then lifted it upside down, with the body of the sword under his elbow and the tip of the sword backward.

"Chichichi..."

Qing Mo's sword energy flowed back into Nu Lan's voice, and Cen Qiaofu's body was brought behind Gou Wuyue.

"How about this sword?"

Gou Wuyue still stared at Bazun Fan, asked softly, and leaned back.

"laugh!"

This depends.

The tip of the famous sword was sent into the heart of Cenchov's headless body.

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Chapter 6 and Two: The blood tree is on the scene, and chaos is coming!

"hiss!"

Xu Xiaoshou gasped.

This smooth operation really shocked him a lot.

"Aren't they all...too empty?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green.

He finally understood that there was a huge gap between Tai Xu and Tai Xu.

Just as he can rely on his innate cultivation base, plus a passive skill to resist the throne.

Even if you can't kill the enemy, but you can protect yourself, there must be no problem.

This also shows that on this continent, cultivation really cannot determine everything.

But on the contrary, most of the time, people will be limited by the concept of cultivation.

But for the real strong in the world, cultivation is only one of the means, definitely not all.

This is even more so in the void.

"yes……"

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts changed, and he was suddenly relieved.

Perhaps that level of realm is still very far away for me.

But for the upper class, that is, those chess players who really control the way of heaven, it is too empty, definitely a lot.

But there are quite a few Taixus, sword immortals have been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and each generation has at most seven.

Isn't this enough to explain something?

……

"puff!"

On Cenchov's headless body, a column of blood spurted into the sky.

Gou Wuyue nailed him with his sword backwards like this, and stared at Ba Zunfa without blinking.

In that situation, anyone who saw it could see that it was a provocation.

Anyone who sees it will be furious!

"Are you going to provoke me?" Ba Zunfan didn't look sideways.

Even if Gou Wuyue drew his sword and shattered Haitang'er's realm, severely wounding it, smashed the incarnation of the storyteller with another sword, and then decapitated Cen Qiaofu on the spot.

He looked like a normal person, completely unmoved.

Disappointment appeared in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

"How much have you changed..." He sighed in his heart.

If it was the former Eight Masters, with his righteous character, he reckoned that he should have drawn his sword the moment he hurt Haitang'er.

But now...

The eight-fingered man in front of him has changed so much that he is completely different from the man he was decades ago.

Gou Wuyue even suspected for a while, is this person really the same person from back then?

Is it really still that rebellious... eighth sword fairy?

"The first seat."

Haitang'er appeared next to the eight gods in blood-stained clothes, and pressed the opponent's shoulders with a palm.

"It's time to go." He said softly.

The situation in the field changed too quickly.

Only then did Cenchov say that he wanted to stop, and let himself leave here with the first seat first.

But in the blink of an eye, he was captured by Gou Wuyue.

Even if it is impossible to be killed on the spot with a Taixu body, Gou Wuyue's strength is really beyond everyone's expectations.

From now on, this guy has not even produced more than three swords!

But among the saint slaves, most of them are already popular.

The situation reversed, and the momentum slumped.

If the fight continues, even if the head of the family can compete with Gou Wuyue, what will be the consequences?

Gou Wuyue can shoot at will.

But Haitang'er knew that if the head of his family really wanted to go to war, the first one to be injured would definitely be himself!

"Walk?"

The shoulders of the eight statues were about to be broken by Haitang'er, but their bodies didn't turn sideways at all, and he said coldly: "Look at his appearance, does he seem to let us go?"

Gou Wuyue remained silent, staring at the remaining holy slaves in that scene with a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon.

Everyone feels a lot of pressure.

It's clear that the clothes haven't moved yet...

Gou Wuyue was the only one who made the move...

But all the words and deeds of the other party seem to be stating an indisputable fact: "You are surrounded by me, Gou Wuyue!"

"Let go." Bazun said in a deep voice.

"But……"

Haitang'er doesn't let him go, he can't let the first seat die in vain.

"I said, let go!"

The eyes of the eight deities froze, and the void seemed to tremble with it. Wisps of white mist rose from the ground, and the sky and the earth became ominous.

"Well!"

Haitang'er's face wrinkled, blood oozing from her hands.

He hastily let go of his hand and stood by his side, not daring to get closer.

"Shall I say it a third time?"

The voice of the Eight Masters was completely cold, staring fixedly at Gou Wuyue, concentrating for a moment, then said with a thunderous voice: "Let go!"

boom!

The void festered with a bang.

The white silk mist that rose from the ground penetrated into the void. At this moment, the expressions of all the white clothes in the audience changed drastically, and they all became riots.

Even though they are far apart, everyone feels pain all over their bodies at this moment, as if thousands of needles and threads are going to shuttle through their bodies, as if they are going to come out through their bodies.

"Puff puff……"

Someone in the white clothes couldn't hold on anymore, and the sound of spurting blood was heard.

Haitang'er also stared at Gou Wuyue, and saw that his sword hand was shaking violently, and there was also a white sword mist spreading on it.

Only then did he fully realize that the three beeps of "let go" just now were not addressed to himself, but to Gou Wuyue.

"The art of watching swords..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank suddenly, as if she understood what these white sword fogs were.

Jian Nian!

The "Sword Viewing Code" created by the eight masters alone can not only see all the spiritual swords in the world, strengthen your own body, but also see through the body of the sword fairy, and hurt the enemy with the naked eye!

"Can't you hold back?"

Gou Wuyue was relieved, smiled softly, and said: "I thought you would choose to fight me because I had to kill all your people, but now..."

With a snort, the voice of Nu Lan was pulled out from Cenchov's body.

Gou Wuyue's sword spun, with afterimages and spirit yuan rolling, Cen Qiaofu was blasted out.

"puff!"

Cenchov, who had lost the damage of Mo Jian and the suppression of Taixu's power, recovered his head in an instant, but he still couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

His face was full of awe, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Begonia!"

There was a short call, but no further words.

But everyone knows that this guy is not reconciled.

He was unprepared before and was defeated within one round. Now, he still has to keep his promise back then.

Let Haitang'er go first with the eight masters, and let her be the queen!

"Kah."

Taking out a thin leafless branch from his bosom, Tzenchov snapped it off and swallowed half of it with his mouth open.

"Blood tree shade?"