I have a passive skill.

silent.

The audience was dead silent.

Everyone looked dazed.

Not even one person would have thought that under the ban on martial arts, there would still be people who could destroy the heavens at a glance, and would not even allow the king to be resurrected.

"Watch...sword...skills?"

The white clothes are difficult.

Everyone saw this pattern.

But they are not from the same era, they have not fought in person, they are only wandering among hearsay, imagining that it is a rumor that has been swallowed by everyone...

In such a situation, who would have thought of it.

Watching swordsmanship, can it come so directly, so simply?

Not even a word of nonsense.

At a glance.

The world is shattered, and the head of the Taoist owl will be beheaded!

"Eight Masters..."

Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly, her brows were trembling, and her fingers were clenched.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. It seemed that the eight masters of the past really wanted to stand in front of his position as the opposite.

Even, in a more arrogant way!

"Your cultivation base..."

Gou Wuyue was at a loss for words, the voice of the famous sword Nulan was humming and trembling, it seemed that he was cut off by this gaze, and he was so shocked that he couldn't lightly.

"Hahaha!"

Bazun raised his head and laughed loudly. After a long time, he picked his head with a dead branch, his brows were erected, and his face was funny.

"Gou Wuyue, at this point, are you still struggling with such trivial matters?"

"This is no small matter!" Gou Wuyue's eyes widened.

The eight masters looked solemn, and the cold voice slammed down: "That means you are small!"

There was a bang in my mind, and Gou Wuyue went blank for a while.

pattern……

small?

There are hundreds of people in white clothes, all of them are shocked, staring at the wanton man on the top of the Buddha.

Ba Zun shook his head, looked at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment, was silent for a while, and then continued:

"From the moment I showed up, all your concerns are too one-sided and too restrictive."

"You never talk about my ambitions, you only want to impose your own plans and wishes on me."

"Don't listen to others, use your own voice to cover everything."

"I have to say, Seven Sword Immortals, and the name of ruler, completely framed you!"

Gou Wuyue's heart was beating wildly when she heard it, and she raised her eyes following the crowd.

But he saw that the imposing shadow of the big Buddha in the backlight was rising again and again, and even the scruffy man on it seemed to be covered with a layer of pale golden radiance.

Bazun paused for a moment, remembering Gou Wuyue's previous question, it was very funny.

He raised the dead branch in his hand, stared at it for a long time, and murmured: "From my sword, to my cultivation, to my figure..."

"Rickets?"

"Ah!"

Ba Zunfan sneered, "I'll talk to you about your position, you'll talk to me about doubts, I'll talk to you about your ambitions, and you'll tell me about your strength... Even the gods can't awaken people who are willing to close their eyes!"

After he finished speaking, he obviously didn't want to say any more nonsense.

There was a bang.

The spirit yuan exploded, and the eight masters slowly rose into the air.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

Even Haitang, who was hiding in the space, was shocked.

"fly?"

Isn't this exclusive to innate cultivation?

Gazing again, the eight masters whose aura is constantly rising, at this moment, seem to have broken into the innate realm.

It seems that the breakthrough or not of cultivation depends entirely on one thought.

Gou Wuyue had a bad feeling and wanted to do something.

But under the aura of the eight gods who were slowly flying into the air, everyone felt the pressure drop, and their bodies couldn't help but hunched and trembled.

The eight statues know how to look up to the sky.

When Taixu was angry, dark clouds covered; when the famous sword was mentioned, the river of swords approached.

These, nothing!

He regards Gou Wuyue as a good friend, even if he has different positions, he still wants to wake him up.

But now, there is no need to say anything more.

Still the same sentence, the gods can't wake up people who are willing to close their eyes.

If you really want to give the other party an answer, then this answer must also be bloody, cast with blood.

On the top of the Buddha, a sad song was played.

The eight gods are familiar with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sound reappears in everyone's mind. Every word is pearly, and it seems that even the interpretation, in the deafening sound of each word, has a clear understanding:

"Heiyun deceives Tiansang, and the river flows westward."

Everyone's heart trembled, and inexplicable fear descended.

The dark clouds covering the sky moved without wind, and began to roll and tear.

The sword river that opened up a world rippled and began to swim and surge.

Peak, unrivaled power is present.

Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the mantra changed:

"The Dao Gang is often absent, and the power is due to the servants."

From the scene to the sex, they are obviously not talking about themselves, but everyone feels completely crushed.

The trembling knee was about to be smashed down on the head, but his own resistance to slavishness still made everyone respect and uphold the mantra.

Sanskrit mantra, never stop for a moment.

The towering figure of the man on the top of the Buddha became majestic, and the Buddha's light diffused, as if the gods continued to whisper:

"A broken wing is not a bird, but a sword is not an ordinary body."

It seems to be talking about himself, after the eight masters have broken through the innate, they not only broke away from the residual petals on the ground, but also gained the ability to fly.

Even the spiritual sense was restored, and he saw the white clothes scattered outside in the battle situation in the entire Eight Palaces, who couldn't come back in time, or didn't dare to come.

When the golden light was empty, he suddenly raised his head, straightened his stooped body, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Bow in sincerity and fear? My way is too low!"

At this moment, the dark clouds shattered and the sky crumbled.

The phantom of the Great Buddha bloomed to its peak in everyone's eyes, and that gorgeous look, like the afterglow of the setting sun, made people linger and forget to return.

Everyone watched as the dead branch in the hands of the man floating on the top of the Buddha was shattered by an unknown force, and it was cut into two silently.

"Whoo~"

The wind swayed slightly, and dead branches fell to the ground.

There were a few snaps.

Everyone's nostalgic eyes became eternal.

With a bang, the famous sword hit the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.

This scene, in his eyes, also became eternity.

What the deceased saw was beauty, but what he, an outsider, saw was the flashing silver light under the phantoms of hundreds of Buddhas flying into the sky.

That is Jian Nian.

It also cut off the sword light of the Buddha.

It is the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of white clothes!

"Holy power..."

Just a trace.

But the ending is quite different.

There was no pain, no moaning, and even less exclamation.

Under the slash of the Buddha, the Buddha's light exploded, the heaven and the earth were divided into layers, and so were the people.

The sound of bang bang's body hitting the ground came, Gou Wuyue opened her eyes in grief, but she saw the floating corpses in the sea of ​​blood, but the corpses were all peaceful.

He clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly realized that the sword in his hand had dropped without knowing when.

swordsman……

with guests...

A word difference is a world of difference!

"despair."

With a soft sound, the eight masters touched the ground with their toes.

He stared at the person in front of him, pondered for a long time, but never made a sound.

sideways.

After looking back and seeing the famous sword on the ground, the eight masters paused for a moment, but finally stepped forward and chose to leave.

"One of my swords will cut off the gods and Buddhas in your heart, I hope you can do it yourself."

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Chapter 621 God and Demon Pupil, do you know him?

"Whoever holds the sword has no god in his chest, no Buddha in his heart..."

"One sword is supreme, those who disobey will be cut, and those who disobey will be cut..."

"Where the Tao is, the heart yearns for it. The body is better than a sword, higher than the sky..."

Gou Wuyue staggered a few steps, watching the figure of the eight masters walking away slowly, and the picture of the two getting acquainted on the eve of the battle of the ten masters appeared in his mind.

At that time, Wuyue Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.

The title of the Eighth Sword Immortal has gained a great reputation in the Central Territory.

The two cherished each other, Gou Wuyue asked what is a sword, and the eight masters gave their own answer with a few words.

It is true that there are no gods and Buddhas in the heart, but there is a natural god holding a sword.

Swordsmen who pursue the pinnacle have never had so-called beliefs, or their beliefs are just swords, just themselves.

Once something hangs above the head, the path of the sword will be blocked inexplicably.

Gou Wuyue understands this truth.

This is also what the eight masters at that time said.