I have a passive skill.

He has fought with Gu Jianxiu before, so he naturally knows that this is a sword technique that uses space as a mirror to transform phantoms, and even when it reaches its peak, it can turn the emptiness into reality.

But the eight masters were broken under Gou Wuyue's sword river.

himself, but he couldn't find the other party's trace at all.

"where is he?"

For a moment, Wang Rang was a little terrified.

He has cut the Dao cultivation base, even the Dao has been cut.

But at this moment, there was no figure of a guy with an acquired cultivation level.

Simply ridiculous!

"did you find it?"

A laugh suddenly sounded in my heart.

Wang Rang's pupils shrank, and his spiritual energy exploded, protecting his body instantly.

Even the boundaries suddenly shrunk by half.

But even so, the echo of that laughter was still completely unstoppable.

The terrifying voice of the eight gods sounded again:

"Little guy, how many years have you practiced? Have you had 30 years?"

"The cultivation of the Dao is still incomplete, no matter how fast you cut the Dao, there are still aspects that you have never realized."

"Phantom Sword Art is very clear, then have you seen another form of Nine Sword Art - Heart Sword Art?"

Heart fencing?

Wang made the whole person dumbfounded.

He has heard of it!

But this long-lost swordsmanship.

Let alone met, he didn't even know what kind of attack method it was.

Judging from the name alone, it is possible that after the eight masters disappeared, they went to their own...

heart?

"Nonsense!"

Wang Rang was quite frightened by himself.

How can it be possible for a real person to get into the hearts of the people?

He is Ba Zunfu, not Yu Lingdi!

"Not ridiculous."

Obviously it's just the voice of the heart, but Ba Zunfan has read everything about Wang Rang.

After the sound, Wang Rang turned his gaze, and suddenly found that there was a gap between everyone in the audience, including Gou Wuyue.

In everyone's heart, there is a villain reflected indistinctly.

——Eight masters!

"Heart swordsmanship is formed by observing the appearance, and the spirit is placed in the entity. Anyone who desires, fears, frightens, and delights..."

"The colors of the eight squares are moved by emotion, and the nameless land dawns and becomes a shadow..."

"What the heart says is the spirit, the god..."

Wang Rang felt like he was going crazy.

The Mimi Sanskrit sound obviously only consisted of the words "Om Mani Padme Hum" at the beginning, but when the image of that villain was imaged in the bottom of his eyes, the often repeated six words he heard could be directly reflected in his mind. paraphrase.

"wrong!"

With a chill down his spine, Wang Rang discovered to his horror that this question was not important at all.

The important thing is, shouldn't all the things you want to be eliminated be eliminated under your own "life without boundaries"?

How could it be possible for the Dao Sanskrit to reappear?

As if not to scare people to death endlessly, the laughter of the eight masters came out again.

"Little guy, do you think I'm too weak? How can you think that even Gou Wuyue should treat him with caution..."

"Can you see through my phantom sword technique so quickly?"

When Wang Rang was horrified, the villain he saw standing above everyone's hearts disappeared instantly.

In the next second, it turned into a golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue is not imprisoned by the body, and in a blink of an eye it emerges through the body and turns into a giant Buddha.

"Om mani padme hum..."

Hong Zhong Da Lu Yin shocked him so much that his eyes collapsed and his mind went blank.

Even he himself didn't realize that when the first sound sounded, his temple exploded on the spot.

And the follow-up is settled word by word.

Almost after a few "bang bang bang", his limbs, including his body, all collapsed and died.

"die……"

so fast!

……

"Huh!"

In Huangliang's dream, Wang Rang was startled suddenly as if he stumbled in a dream, and broke out in cold sweat.

He blinked and looked up.

The moment he realized that he still had eyes and was not dead, the scene in front of him directly shocked him speechless.

I saw the eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statues between the dead branches, and my own "life without boundaries" could not penetrate their bodies at all from the very beginning.

When the bulging boundary sphere touched the dead branch, it was deformed by an unknown force.

No matter how deformed it is, it can't enclose the eight gods, it can only continue to extend outside.

In the face of that ingenious power control, the boundary has never been broken, it just extends, extends, and extends again...

"This!"

Bai Yi's exclamation suddenly sounded.

"what's the situation?"

"Wang Rang, isn't Wang Rang dead?"

"I clearly saw that his whole body exploded, what's going on?"

"Oh my God……"

Turning his head, Wang Rang was shocked to find that not only was he deceived by the phantom sword technique, but all the white clothes in the audience seemed to have seen the scene he had just seen.

himself alive.

That means that the scene just now was not real.

But such a real feeling of death, it is not real, that is...

"Phantom Sword Technique?"

Wang Rang turned his head stiffly, trying to see something in Gou Wuyue's eyes.

But apart from the shock hidden deep in his eyes, he found nothing.

"So, even that Jianhe Broken Body is fake?"

"Even Senior Wuyue couldn't see through the phantom swordsmanship of the Eight Masters?"

Wang Rang was terrified.

He really didn't understand why this guy with acquired cultivation could do this.

Even though he is Gu Jianxiu, once the Eighth Sword Immortal.

What about the ban on arms?

After so many years of suppression, even if the opponent has some kind of power to break through the confinement, is it possible that they can really ignore them all?

Besides, what about Gou Wuyue?

Even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past is still only the Eighth Sword Immortal.

If he didn't get the title of Seven Sword Immortal, he couldn't be regarded as a master of swordsmanship in the true sense.

But now, one of the real Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

Even he couldn't see through the swordsmanship of the Eight Masters?

"Can't you see through it?"

The laughter in his heart sounded again, Wang Rang subconsciously nodded slightly, then reacted, and immediately looked up at the person on the top of the Buddha in horror.

But that man...

Gou Wuyue is the only one in the eyes of the eight masters.

This question was not addressed to him, Wang Rang, but to Gou Wuyue!

"Ignore..."

This kind of grief and indignation caused by being completely ignored and used as a tool for the strong to test their combat power is something Wang Rang has never experienced since he became Zhan Dao.

This feeling of weakness is what he hates.

But this kind of reality is helpless, and he is completely powerless.

Wang Rang began to break out in a cold sweat.

Gou Wuyue's side also fell silent.

There was an unbelievable look in his eyes, as if he had thought of something and was completely absent-minded.

The eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statue smiled casually, touched the dead branch in their hands, and the realm collapsed.

"If you can't see through it, then you won't be able to keep this person."

After speaking openly, the eight gods flicked a dead branch in their hands.

"Taoist, instant."

brush!

A silver light pierced the sky.

Three Thousand Swordsmanship—Shundao!

While the blood was flying, Wang Rang felt that the world was turned upside down, and in a certain scene from the circling world screen, there was a headless corpse gushing blood...

The blood is still hot.

The headless corpse was also very familiar.

"I?"

Wang Rang's eyes widened, but he refused to close them.

But the world is getting darker, even if you don't close your eyes, it's still difficult to see things.

……

"Cut the road?"

Bazun put down the dead branches and sighed, "It's just a first-level realm."

He looked at the sky, and the sword thought in his eyes flashed away.

"Boom--"

The rules of the avenue appeared, and under this view, they were cut into endless fragments in an instant, and withered one after another.