I have a passive skill.

"A person who can't even hold a sword, what qualifications do you have to say such wild words?" Gou Wuyue's famous sword tightened, and the sword was full of will.

The white clothes faltered one after another, knowing that the battle would be inevitable.

"Threat, rampant?"

Ba Zun's expression was indifferent: "I never aim at the target in vain, talk in vain, if I say murder, I will kill, if I say I want to do it, I will do it!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the crabapple flowers were blooming under his feet.

With eight fingers and a dead branch, people come here by stepping on the incense.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

But Gou Wuyue suddenly laughed loudly: "Ba Zunfu, do you really think that today is still your stage, and you still slaughtered seven hundred people in white clothes, and folded all over the mountain of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

"The Sacred Mountain of Guizhe is in the Central Region, and the Huachang Lantern is in the place of screen candles."

"You, dare to board?"

Gou Wuyue laughed out loud like she wanted to laugh.

Before the Bazun could speak out, his laughter weakened, and there was bewilderment and disappointment in his eyes.

"Eight Masters... Have you really taken a good look at your current appearance?"

"Sloppy, stooped..."

"I can't even hold a sword steadily, and I'm still attacking others like a dog."

"The bones of the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past, have you ever left half of the aftertaste on your body?!"

Hearing the words in white, each face had complex expressions.

They knew that Gou Wuyue had a very good personal relationship with the Eight Venerables in the early stage of the Ten Venerables.

It's just that later, the roads were different, and they went their separate ways.

This meaning of hating iron but not steel, in Gou Wuyue's undisguised questioning, even the most dull person can hear some meaning.

And indeed.

The tragic death of No. 33 is certainly regrettable.

But if it were the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past, it is absolutely impossible for him to do this and hand out a cold sword from behind.

Today's first saint slave, perhaps under the attack of all parties, only has the name of the eight masters, and does not have the reality of the eighth sword fairy back then.

The wind was blowing bleakly.

Begonia flowers one after another.

Under Gou Wuyue's repeated questioning, Ba Zunfan turned a deaf ear and only walked forward slowly.

"Immortal style bone... Heh."

He smiled lightly, did not respond loudly, more like muttering to himself, and only listened to himself:

"The immortal is the wind, and the Tao is the bone. What does it matter if it is ugly?"

"If a swordsman only trims his appearance but not his heart, if he only understands evil ways, confusion between right and wrong, and instead of finding invincibility, how can it be possible to break through that level of state?"

"Realm?" Gou Wuyue sternly said, "Are you talking about realm with me?"

Even though the eight gods know their voices like mosquitoes, he still knows that the other party is talking to him.

It's as if he couldn't figure out why the eight gods who were going forward would be cut into their current appearance by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

The other party is also questioning what he is currently doing and the way he is pursuing.

But this, can it be the same?

Gou Wuyue's heart was full of turmoil, and she wanted to raise the sword to slash the person in front of her awake.

But if this is the end of the discussion on swords and Taoism, then the person who lifts the sword first has already lost a lot.

The body can be cut.

But if the opponent's way is not cut, I will not be fair!

"Eight masters!"

Gou Wuyue stepped forward.

With a bang, the sword energy in the void swayed, directly intercepting Wanfang Space.

The crabapple flowers were torn to pieces by the sword energy, and the blossoms withered, leaving only one petal, which could only support the precarious bodies of the eight statues.

Gou Wuyue looked at it with a sad smile: "A man with broken wings, how can he talk about fighting the sky?"

Bazun finally stopped.

If he doesn't stop, he will fall.

At this time, he had already penetrated into the battle situation, falling ten feet away from Gou Wuyue.

Such a distance is the best way to draw a sword.

He slowly raised his eyes and raised the dead branch in his hand.

"Although the wings are broken, I can still float in the air."

"You send wild geese to flocks of eagles. It seems beautiful, but when you really need support..."

The eight masters glanced at the many white clothes outside the field, and shook their heads: "I can still only be alone!"

"But where's your sword!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was trembling.

He knew that what the eight masters said was the truth, and it was difficult for him to argue.

The situation in the Eight Palaces has already been glimpsed at the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Hall.

There is no help so far, but it is because I entered halfway, and I am living under the fence, and I am not of my race. Is it different?

But looking at the eight masters who could only point at him with dead branches, not to mention Gou Wuyue, even the capital of the famous sword Nulan let out a mournful cry.

"Up to now, you can only point at me with a broken branch to teach me?" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, "Where's your sword?"

"My sword?"

Ba Zunwen breathed a sigh of relief, and looked into the distance, "I have swords in all directions, and I will save them for future needs, and I will take them naturally. Du Nulan's voice is dusty... I went astray!"

hum-

At this moment, Gou Wuyue couldn't hold back the anger in her heart any longer, she raised her sword, and the blue light flickered.

With a sound of swiping, the blue torrents in the four directions converged, and thousands of Mo swords took shape.

The sword world ascended and turned into a long blue river, blocking the way forward for the eight masters.

Gou Wuyue's fingertips trembled slightly.

If this sword is cut off, I am afraid that the person in front will lose his light and die forever.

In the final analysis, the reason why he refused to make a move was still because of the fetters of the past.

Or.

The cracks in the white cave suddenly appeared, and the eight statues just came out.

His sword never thought of falling on the person in front of him, whether Yu Lingdi died in battle or No. 33 was broken, these are not as good as before.

This sword can't fall at all!

"You go."

Gou Wuyue sighed.

Under the surprised gazes of all the white clothes, he finally expressed his inner expectation, "Sang Qiye, I can't pay you back, before I change my mind, take all of you holy slaves and get out of the eight palaces for me." !"

"This?"

Bai Yi was stunned.

Not even one person would have thought that Senior Wu Yue would say such rebellious words when the task was at hand.

He is one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the mainland, and one of the two masters of the Holy God Hall.

Can these words be said in front of the white clothes and the holy guard?

Can these words be heard by those of us in the temple of the Holy Spirit?

"Crazy!"

There was a low cry among the white clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

"Senior Moonless..."

"Master Yu Lingdi and Senior No. 33 are gone, how dare he?"

"If these words fall into the ears of Lord Dao and Master Cangsheng, Senior Wuyue will not be able to wash them away at all!"

"Obviously the headquarters still treats him as an outsider..."

"Shh!"

People with discerning eyes can already see that something is wrong.

If Gou Wuyue really wanted to make a move, perhaps it would be impossible to wait until now, when Yu Lingdi and No. 33 were killed in battle.

He should have fought hard to take down the eight masters when they first appeared.

Now that these words came out, it further showed the weight of the Eighth Sword Immortal in his heart.

Since there was no shot at that time.

So at this moment, it is very likely that he really can't do it.

And stuck in this moment...

There are some words that Baiyi can listen to and can pass on later.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, it cannot be discussed!

Ba Zunfan glanced at the white-clothed people with a light smile, and asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Gou Wuyue closed her eyes heavily.

"My heart is like a mirror. How to do it and how to make choices are the choices they give me."

"Since they dare to act like this, they must be mentally prepared that I will act from the heart."

"But I don't think so." Ba Zunyan denied it.

Gou Wuyue felt amused by the ignorance of the dying person in front of him, and was about to say something, when the eight masters said again: "I came here, I have explained earlier that I am here to kill people, not to To come."

This time, not only Bazun was stunned, but even Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

Everyone thought the previous remarks were just a joke.

I never thought that the person who was talking alone at the scene would take it seriously.

"He really wants to kill seven hundred white clothes and fold all over the mountain full of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

This is the Arabian Nights!

There may still be a slight possibility of the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past.

But one of the current Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

How could he dare to take these words seriously?

Even Gou Wuyue refused to accept even a word of rebellion, just turned around and left, still rampant here?

The crowd in white was excited, and immediately there were two people who were about to be born.

But after a little thought, the inexplicable death of No. 33...

Was it just a coincidence?

On the other hand, Gou Wuyue was really angry.

"Eight Venerables, do you really want to resist?"