I have a passive skill.

"kill……"

With an angry and funny expression on his face, he pointed at the dead branch and then looked at the man.

"Why?!"

"Just relying on this broken branch in your hand?"

"Just because you need someone to support you even if you fly?"

"Just relying on your... spine that has been crushed by this world so hard that it can't be straightened?"

Gou Wuyue laughed loudly, his face became serious for a long time, and his voice became completely calm, "Ba Zunfu, you really have to wear down all my patience and die calmly, to be worthy of all my sacrifices?"

"I never expect someone to pay for me."

After a pause, the Eight Venerables looked back and took a deep look at Gou Wuyue, implying something: "I never hope."

Haitang'er, who was hiding in the shattered flow of space, shuddered, realizing that she really did something wrong this time.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, why do you need help from others?

"Then what exactly are you planning?!" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, his words were full of madness.

"kill."

Lightly word, lightly down.

Everyone thought this man was crazy.

If you really don't grasp the opportunity to escape well, you will not give up until you get all the dirt on Tai Sui's head?

Gou Wuyue could no longer restrain her impulse.

"rampant!!"

He roared like thunder.

At this moment, the world was in turmoil, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

Even the way of heaven was shaken by his anger, from sunny to cloudy, with dark clouds, cold wind and bleak, space collapsed, and thousands of mountains collapsed.

The famous sword Nulan's voice slanted.

"Brush brush..."

The torrent of cyan Mo Jian swept across from east to west, and went straight to the place where the eight gods were familiar.

"Be careful."

Haitang'er exclaimed.

The remaining petals under Bazun's feet stood up, as if trying to block this wave of attacks.

But how strong is Mo's swordsmanship?

With just one impact, the petals were shattered and completely torn into powder.

"Whoosh".

Haitang'er wanted to save the space.

Even if the head is determined to go his own way, but desperately, he can't let the head die here!

But just as the space crack was about to be opened, Haitang'er wanted to get out of it, but suddenly stopped, looking at the torrent of Mo Jian from afar, it seemed that an astonishing sword intent was set off.

——A sword intent completely different from Gou Wuyue!

"This?"

When the cyan torrent rushed past, everyone thought that even if the eight gods were immortal, it would be impossible to block the power of Taixu and the damage of Mo Jian.

In this wave, the undead will be taken on the spot.

But suddenly, the sword intent of Chongxiao rose from the blue torrent, smashing it into pieces.

Unscrupulous, unrestrained, fearless...

Gou Wuyue was in a trance, only felt that the person back then had returned.

Thoughts just stopped for a while, a golden light bloomed from the blue.

Immediately, the sound of the Buddha was all over the place, and a great Buddha was lifted up inch by inch in the blue torrent!

"Om mani padme hum..."

The deep six-character Sanskrit sound was born from the hearts of everyone in the audience, and the speed of speech became faster and faster.

Everyone felt that their temples were swollen, and their heads seemed to be blown apart by the Sanskrit mantra. They all looked away, closed their six senses, and dared not face it directly.

But Gou Wuyue's eyes widened, staring desperately at the Universal Buddha that soared into the clouds at that moment, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"how is this possible……"

"The ban on arms?"

He was stunned.

Under the ban on martial arts, how could it be possible for Bazun Fan to use spiritual skills again?

Is this formula a joke?

The prohibition on arms issued by Hua Changdeng in the past is actually useless?

"In the past, Huachangdeng, was it ever conferred sainthood?"

A black light rose from the sky and stood on the top of the Buddha.

Ba Zun Fan seemed to know what Gou Wuyue was thinking, and sneered: "I have never been conferred a saint, and the world's elite, who can hold down my Ba Zun Fan?"

Those squinting eyes, flamboyant hair...

At this moment, Gou Wuyue's expression was filled with melancholy, as if it had been a lifetime away.

"Well."

The painful groans of the men in white finally woke him up, and Gou Wuyue came back to his senses.

"Eight Masters, do you really want to make a move?"

There was no reply.

Standing on the top of the Buddha statues, the eight statues are gaining momentum.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and Jian Nian flashed away in his eyes.

"laugh!"

Gou Wuyue only felt a pain in her chest.

The eight gods are familiar with fingering dead branches, but they still don't move.

He was shot with blood, and his whole body was pierced by the sword intent, nailing him to death on the spot.

"I won't kill you, just watch and wait."

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please leave~

I have been busy with my graduation defense recently, so there are a lot of fakes, sorry, today's fog lights~

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6 Chapter Twenty

Dark clouds overwhelm the top, and the Jianhe River closes the border.

There was a murderous air in the field.

"furious!"

Before Gou Wuyue left, someone in the white clothes couldn't suppress his anger.

There is no doubt that among the people present, there is a throne, and there is also a sword.

Maybe the sword cultivator believed in the Eighth Sword Immortal like a god, but there were not only sword cultivators in the world.

"The rickety people, lie that I will wait for fish and meat?"

Accompanied by an angry reprimand, the man dressed in white who was chanting the Sanskrit mantra in his heart to the point of blowing his head flew forward, awe-inspiring.

"Wang Rang!"

"No--"

There were exclamations of exclamation at the right time.

But under the preoccupation with himself, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions.

"Birth without boundaries!"

Wang Rang bearded and raised his hand.

A ray of dark golden light opened up, directly enveloping everyone in the audience.

In an instant, the world seemed to be completely silent.

The sound of the wind, the cry, the sound of the sword...

Not at all!

Except for the majestic blue sword river still remaining on the scene, even the voices of the great Buddha drawn out by the eight masters of mantra were eliminated in an instant.

"Cut the road?"

The eight gods looked sideways, but there were no waves in them.

This type of void realm can indeed eliminate all the negative states that are not conducive to Bai Yi in a short period of time.

However, even Gou Wuyue had to keep silent under his scolding.

Where did this guy come from, how dare he point fingers at him?

"The rickety one?"

Bazun murmured and laughed.

It is true that his back is slightly bent, and he no longer has the demeanor of a strong man.

Even stand tall and stand on the top of the Buddha.

The heavy pressure from the years is still overwhelming.

Can be placed on him.

If there was no Gou Wuyue to support him, how could this person be so rampant?

"First."

The eight masters raised a finger at Gou Wuyue.

Surprise flashed in Gou Wuyue's eyes, and she already sensed something was wrong.

The cyan sword energy burst out from his body suddenly, and the sword energy that had frozen him was broken away in an instant, and then he raised the sword and rushed forward with the momentum.

"Against the river!"

The cyan sword river suddenly moved, and then the endless sword energy rushed towards it like water breaking a dam.

With a bang, the bodies of the eight masters were shattered by the water of the Jianhe River.

But when the figure disappeared, there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his lips, but it seemed to be signaling something.

"careful!"

Gou Wuyue came to her senses in an instant, and yelled at Wang Rang.

Others may not be able to see it, but he doesn't know that the reason why the Eighth Sword Immortal is known as the Eighth Sword Immortal and the belief of sword cultivators in the Eastern Region is because he has perfectly mastered the nine sword skills of the ancient sword cultivators!

Not one of them.

But nine of them!

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

Wang Rang in white seemed to understand something.