I have a passive skill.

The famous sword Nulan's voice rose from the ground with a "clang" and went straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.

"All..."

All the white clothes waited solemnly.

Even number 33 straightened up.

But Gou Wuyue didn't give the order yet.

Suddenly, an illusory pink and white crabapple bloomed quietly under the demonic air mass in the void.

"Swipe!"

In an instant, many white clothes looked sideways vigilantly.

The crabapple flower is closed from the bottom, as if it wants to quietly carry away the people in the field.

"You dare?!"

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

One thing he really didn't expect was that Haitang'er, who had already escaped from birth, would dare to go back and return?

With a shout of anger, the famous sword turned into a cyan light stream and came out of his hand. When the crabapple flower was about to close, it pierced through it completely with a bang, blowing it to fester.

Gou Wuyue's heart was hanging high, she couldn't let it go.

As soon as he stepped up, he jumped to Sang Qiye's side.

With a move on the sleeve robe, Dang even took it back.

After doing all this, he realized that he was covered in cold sweat.

Indeed, the Saint Slave went back and forth this time, and when everyone was most comfortable and tired, even Gou Wuyue was almost inattentive, and someone succeeded.

"Fortunately."

"Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn't resist..."

In Gou Wuyue's heart, she was grateful that she hadn't had time to fully bloom in the future, and suddenly her thoughts froze, and she realized that something was wrong.

If Begonia goes and comes back, what about the eight masters?

If the eight masters also returned, how could they not steal Sang Qiye when he was in a trance?

Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank with a chill down her spine, thinking of something.

He turned his head abruptly and looked in the direction of number 33.

"Yo."

There was a hiss.

"A little slow, is it old, Gou Wuyue?"

Ba Zun's tone was sarcastic, his eyes were cloudy, but full of cold killing intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the audience suddenly dropped.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Eight masters!"

Bai Yi exclaimed, full of horror.

At this time, no one would have expected that the person in the legend would actually dare to go and come back!

"Eight Masters..."

No. 33 felt his whole body was a little stiff.

Through the shocking eyes of many white clothes, even if he has no spiritual thoughts, he can think of who the person standing behind him is from the direction of everyone's gaze.

"die!"

With Cenchov still in his hand, No. 33 didn't dare to be negligent, so he punched him with a backhand, and threw it out with a bang.

"No--"

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it's too late.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who was only rumored.

When turning over and retreating, a violent punch was about to hit the head.

"Om~"

The void air flow swayed away.

Time, however, seems to be completely slow at this moment.

Out of the corner of No. 33's eyes, he could still see Senior Wuyue's anxious expression accompanied by his exclamation, and he could also see the worried expressions and actions of his white-clothed companions.

And the person in front...

The eight gods are smiling.

The fist was close to the door, and he only had a slight sideways glance.

"laugh!"

No. 33 felt something sharp and sharp being born in his arm, and then saw his right arm flying through the air, completely detached from his body.

"This……"

My heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked and hit the top with a knee.

But the movements are still extremely slow, not even one ten-thousandth of a turtle's speed!

The eight gods are still smiling.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

The same tingling was born in the knee.

"laugh!"

With the broken leg empty, he left slowly.

Number 33 still wants to struggle and resist.

"Ugh."

Bazun sighed, stepped forward, and stepped on the front of the Begonia flower.

boom!

Everyone in the audience felt that time and space had been delayed to restore order.

But the number 33 in front of him was hacked into pieces and exploded by several swipes amidst the interlacing of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy core was smashed out.

Everyone wanted to support them, but they felt that the speed of time in the world had slowed down again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Ba Zun holding the small dead branch in his hand, poking and twirling the energy core lightly.

"Snapped!"

The energy core is broken.

Time and space restore order.

Gou Wuyue's footsteps were barely lifted, and Bai Yi's heartbeat had just retreated.

however.

No. 33, gone!

"Bang bang bang..."

The parts of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, making a thumping sound.

Cenchov fell to the ground and was swallowed by the crabapple flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on the top of the petals, and there was a moment of silence.

He clearly, only the day after tomorrow cultivation base...

He obviously, was so hesitant before, he didn't dare to make a move at all...

But why...

"cough."

Ba Zunwen interrupted everyone's thoughts with a light cough, and the color of his eyes was completely different from that time.

When everyone took a peek, they felt tingling pain in their eyes and a chill in their souls.

That icy killing intent was completely different from before.

"I didn't want to kill..."

Bazun murmured, and slowly tapped the dead branches in his palms, then looked around, no more pity in his eyes, and changed the topic.

"Sang Qiye, you can take it away, anyway, I won't get rid of the evil spirit of loving common people."

A sound.

He raised his chest slightly, breathed through the sky, and his words were a little more sullen, and he suppressed all directions.

"But when I come back now, I will kill seven hundred white clothes and practice it for my friends!"

"You can take people away... But, if my friend dies, I will kill you to the temple and scatter osmanthus all over the mountain!"

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Chapter 619: The Great Buddha Stands in the World!

White clothes came one after another.

Everyone thought the battle was over.

Unexpectedly, at this last moment, the Eighth Sword Immortal shot back with his carbine.

Even let out bold words...

"Osmanthus fragrans all over the mountain?"

There was a commotion.

If it is said that when he first came out of the White Cave, the Eighth Sword Immortal's various performances made people think from the bottom of his heart that it was as if he had changed his personality. His behavior and style were no longer as unruly as before.

So at this moment, as soon as these words came out, everyone felt that they had returned to that glorious era.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, who was able to overwhelm the heirs of the top powers in the mainland in the battle for ten seats, and sweep everything with his own power, seems to be...

came back?

"Are you threatening me?"

Different from everyone.

Gou Wuyue stared sullenly at the dead branch in Bazun's hand, and spoke coldly.

Even if everyone is imitating the ancient times.

He also knew that the person in front of him was no longer the person he was back then.

Was banned from arms...

Two fingers were broken...