Chapter 1826 Invincible

The snow in Fusang is very light, and it falls far less quickly than in Yujing.

The spectators around the wine shop originally wanted to wait for a vigorous holy war.

Unexpectedly, the four saints of Cheng Cai howled a few times, and their bodies all stopped in mid-air.

Those who didn't know it thought that the Four Saints suddenly lost their desire to fight.

With some insight, his eyes immediately turned to Ba Zunzhen, and found that he had put the sack on the ground at some point, and retracted his hands into his sleeves.

"Everyone, help me count the dozens." He suddenly turned his head and looked at the spectators outside the field with a smile.

"Ba Zunzun has already drawn his sword..."

Some people looked at him with fear.

There is no doubt that the first among the Four Saints was the phantom sword skill of the "Eighth Sword Immortal".

Whether this person's identity is true or not is still debatable.

But with his silent first sword, he was able to control the Four Saints, which was a bit too shocking for heavenly beings.

"At least you have to be at the level of the older generation of sword immortals to be able to do this, right?"

While thinking and trying to figure out the purpose of the eight sacks, people outside the field began to help count:

"ten!"

Although I don’t know what his intention is, it doesn’t feel like he really wants to kill all the four saints with one enemy, right?

"Nine!"

The first sound appeared, and then someone spoke.

"eight!"

Soon, the enthusiasm of the spectators was aroused, and they spoke out one after another.

"seven……"

The crowd counted quickly.

The speed at which Fu Sangxue fell seemed to speed up.

When they counted to "five", they saw the Eight Masters step forward with sword intent in their eyes.

With a loud bang, everyone felt like there was thunder in their ears, and in a daze they saw the scene of ten statues gathered together in the vast wilderness.

"This is……"

Alchemy Saint Lu Shi and his pupils were shocked.

Li You, the Yin Ghost Sect, is also beautiful and wide-eyed.

In the picture, there are several "evil ghosts" surrounding them. The Eighth Sword Immortal in white also steps out, and standing face to face...

"Cheng Sheng? Cheng Caizhi?"

"No, it's Dai Xiu, Half-Saint Dai Xiu!"

"I saw Fairy Luo, no, it's a semi-saint green ghost?"

The people on the opposite side had four transformations, and each one was shaking like chaff, as if they were suffering from indescribable terrifying pressure.

And that pressure clearly comes from...

"Snow?"

Someone looked up at the sky.

People are in Fusang, and their intention is in the wilderness.

There was heavy snow falling all over the sky, accompanied by the sound of singing and chanting, which made people breathless:

"If you ask for snow in August, you will get nothing."

"In the dream, the flowers are drunk under the moon, but the pear branches can be broken."

Determined.

The snow falls like sprinkles and rustles down.

Outside the city, the earth hummed and shook.

The Eight Masters raised their sleeves, and a pair of needles flew out from the sleeves. At this time, the sound of the sword was heard, and pear trees several feet high were uprooted in various places.

"three!"

The enthusiasm of the spectators for the countdown was pushed to a climax.

When it comes to the final moment, the snow is heavy on the pear branches, thousands of trees are blooming like flowers, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword fly past, piercing the sky, and the sky is filled with white.

"Crack!"

The first pear branch was broken by heavy snow.

This is like triggering a chain reaction. Under the guidance of the double needles, pear trees all over the city and mountains are clicking.

The sounds of broken branches come and go, like those ten thousand swords breaking free from their restraints, and each snowflake shoots out the bright sword energy and clangs into the sky.

"ah--"

Among the Four Saints, the first one who couldn't hold on was the Semi-Saint Green Ghost who was born in the Southern Territory.

He was clearly high in the sky above Fusang, behind the Three Saints, and had not encountered anything yet.

He was obviously just surrounded by ten statues in the wilderness, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword only stirred up the flying snow, and did not seem to be aimed at him.

The semi-saint green ghost seemed to have encountered some terrible horror, his eyes were filled with blood and tears, and his face, which was green and white, was full of ferocity.

"No! Don't!"

"Mother, mother...don't kill, don't--"

"Alan, no, no -"

He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but his face was filled with fear and helplessness.

He was as crazy as a lunatic. His holy power surged and bombed everywhere, completely destroying Fusang City.

But there is no fixed target of attack, they are all aimless venting attacks.

He was trying to save something.

After he vented his anger, he couldn't do anything in the established past.

"one……"

The counting sound gradually became very low and weak.

The spectators were horrified to see what happened to the semi-saint Aoki. Even the dignified semi-saint could not resist it, and he became like this?

"His childhood?" Tie Dameng hesitated and looked at Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu, who shook his head and said nothing.

However, Taoist Master Shangfeng of the Formation Saint spoke up: "Those who can cultivate to the semi-saint level in the Southern Territory will always experience twists and turns, and the most difficult thing is the 'heart test'... I remember that Qing Gui experienced ups and downs when he was a child, as well as when he was young, and as an adult. It was the same later. When he was forty-two years old, he had an epiphany, and then he started to overcome obstacles all the way from the master, and was finally canonized..."

Tie Dameng clicked his tongue and looked at the "Eighth Sword Immortal", and said in surprise: "This is killing your heart..."

Everyone has a past that is difficult to look back on.

In the hands of this guy, he used the ten thrones that were feared by all the saints in the world to suppress him, and then amplified the fear in his heart, making him unbearable.

Every snowflake raised by the double needles of the Hidden Sword must be the most painful past of the Semi-Saint Aoki.

And now, he has experienced it all over again!

"What a terrifying Ten Thousand Swordsmanship..."

Gu Qingsan also practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. He had never tried to combine the Ten Thousand Swords Technique with the Illusion Sword Technique and the Heart Sword Technique.

What was the origin of this Eighth Master?

The fusion of various realms was like an antelope hanging its horns. The true Eighth Sword Immortal had come, and it was nothing more than this, right?

…

The snow fell with a sound.

That was the sound of the pear tree cracking.

Every snowflake that hit Dai Xiu in Fusang City was like cotton falling on a high mountain, and the mountain remained motionless.

But when the snowflakes stirred up by the double needles of the sleeve sword flew through the wilderness, Dai Xiu's half-saint defense was like paper.

He was actually killed by the snowflakes that shot all over the sky, and was riddled with holes and covered with wounds.

"No——"

As soon as the countdown of ten numbers in Fusang City ended, Dai Xiu could no longer suppress the trembling in his heart.

He tried hard to calm down his past self.

But the heart tribulation that he could suppress with all kinds of means in the holy tribulation at that time was easily seduced out at this moment when he was defenseless.

The first time he went astray due to forced enlightenment...

He was twenty years old and couldn't overcome the self-restraint tendency...

The semi-saint ruins thought they had won the opportunity, but in the end they were almost possessed by the semi-saint monster, and they had a confrontation experience that lasted for thirteen years...

Small and big.

Itchy and deadly.

With the snowflake cave body, like a sharp sword piercing the mind, all kinds of past came one after another!

In an instant, Dai Xiu was tortured into a green man, his whole face was green and purple, and he wanted to vomit.

But he was not a semi-saint green ghost.

His past was still reasonable, and everything was still on the right track.

At least every time in the past, he successfully overcame the hardships and even defeated himself.

And this time...

"This time, too!"

The heart sea roared, and Dai Xiu found himself again.

He looked at the ten thrones in front of him, and each of them was false - I can defeat them!

He looked at the eight statues in front of him, and the eight statues were not real either - I will defeat them!

The strong self-confidence of the semi-saint helped him break free from the predicament and was about to be reborn from the ashes. Dai Xiu held the gun and chopped it down with one shot, disintegrating the swordsmanship around him.

"Wow!"

Everyone around Fusang was shocked.

The first one!

Among the four saints, Dai Xiu was the first and only one who could suddenly move and break the shackles.

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu showed a look of surprise, and Yin Guizong Li You was even more surprised. Dai Xiu was completely unaware and only focused on the present.

"Yes, it's all fake!"

"These are just the second world, just his tricks!"

The semi-saint status was sacrificed, and the holy power bloomed magnificently.

Even though his body was covered in blood, Dai Xiu did not look back, and rushed forward with his gun, aiming directly at the fake Eight Saints who seemed to have weakened a little after that move!

"Om..."

At this moment, the scenes around him were shattered.

The ten thrones turned into ashes and disappeared.

Dai Xiu found himself back in Fusang City, and his holy thoughts swept through the other three saints around him.

The half-saint Qing Gui screamed strangely, holding his head and running away, in a mess, and no one knew what he had experienced.

The half-saint Cheng Caizhi felt like he fell into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were erratic, and no one knew what he had experienced.

The half-saint Luo Hui closed his thighs, pursed his lower lips, and his face was flushed, and no one knew what he had experienced.

"They all failed to break free, so why can I?"

"Or should I say that only my breakout this time was fake?"

Thoughts were like a floating boat, and when this thought flashed through his mind, his confidence was lost, and Dai Xiu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

As expected, the predicament of the ten thrones came again like a nightmare.

Dai Xiu stopped again.

What he saw was that the eight thrones moved forward after one sword.

He made his own choice with the same calmness and leisure, and pointed his finger, and the sword light came from the east.

At that time, the flying snow had all gone, and there was a golden light between heaven and earth, accompanied by a faint song:

"There is a great Buddha hidden in the world..."

"Why am I so desperate?"

The pressure was too great!

It was really too great!

This "one poem, one sword, one sword, one song", if you have not fought in person, have not participated in the battle of the ten thrones, and have only heard the legend, you may be able to accept it.

Dai Xiu is not like that!

When the chanting sounded again, he had passed through his short and glorious life in his mind in an instant.

Compared with the reputation of the eighth sword fairy, he is not even a speck of dust.

Dai Xiu suddenly woke up. He was not the protagonist of this battle, but Cheng Caizhi was!

He was only invited to come here, just to test his skills. Why would he fight to this extent for Cheng Caizhi? He actually wanted to test the sharpness of the Eighth Sword Immortal - whether he was or not.

"I'm crazy!"

The thought of retreating came, like a flood breaking through a dam, and it was out of control.

Dai Xiu even gave up the desire to fight, put away the gun, sacrificed a little holy blood, and chose without hesitation...

"Blood Escape!"

...

"Blood Escape·Retreat from the Heavenly Road!"

"Blood Escape·Snow Falls Back!"

"Forbidden·Nine Ghosts Move Gods!"

Cheng Caizhi was awakened from a nightmare by several consecutive calls.

He was stunned, and with a sweep of his holy thoughts, he saw that the three saints in front and behind him didn't know what they had experienced, and their faces were as pale as paper.

One by one, they either vomited blood or sacrificed holy blood. The semi-saint green ghost even abandoned his body...

Actually, he was running away!

"Three of you!?"

Cheng Caizhi's eyes almost popped out.

He had just been tortured in the Pear Garden and had just managed to break free, and was still thinking of joining forces with the Three Saints to attack back together.

Who would have thought that the three saints were so scared that they chose to retreat in the face of the fake Eight Lords.

If you retreat, leaving me alone, how can I fight?

That's Eight Lords!

No, that's not Eight Lords...

No, if he's not Eight Lords, how could he scare the three saints to death...

"Buzz!"

Fusang disappeared, and the dream returned.

Cheng Caizhi once again returned to the wilderness, this time he was not an outsider spectator.

He was not by the side of the scholar.

He was the center of attention, shouldering all the pressure that the four saints should share, and alone, he faced the eighth sword fairy who wrote a poem, a sword, and a song in front of him!

"There is a great Buddha hidden in the world, and there is a great Buddha in the heart."

"One sword comes from the east, and everything goes to the west."

In the dazzling Buddha light, the eighth sword fairy has made a choice for himself, and with a move, he summoned... Qingju!

The sky is one foot high and there are eight Lords, who dares to take on half of Qingju?

This time, he was facing not only half of the sword, but the Eighth Sword Immortal in his prime, a whole sword from Qingju!

"Big Buddha... Cut!"

When the sword light came, Cheng Caizhi's heart trembled.

He wanted to stand up, but his legs and feet were weak;

He tried to resist, but he was exhausted.

In his heart, there was more than one Big Buddha - ten of them could be as big as a mountain, and more than half of the saints in the five domains were defeated, not to mention the various remarks made by the Saint Emperor and the Ancestral God in the past six months.

He watched the sword light continue to expand, he continued to shrink, the Eight Immortals continued to expand, he continued to shrink, the world continued to expand, and he continued to shrink...

He raised his hands and held them high in front of his face, trying to cover the dazzling golden light in the sky, like a child facing the sky, the only resistance he could make was no resistance.

"No——"

...

Fusang City.

The pear trees were gone.

The Eight Immortals put back the two needles in his sleeves, put two fingers together, and lightly cut in the air.

"Big Buddha Slash?!"

Lu Shiyu had seen this skill that made Eight Zun An famous!

Li You was also sure that this person was not Eight Zun An, but this time, his heart was shaken again.

Gou Wuyue stared at the sword, a little absent-minded...

What the people in the tavern were looking at was not the reaction of the saints, but the only half-saint who was still standing in the center of the battlefield except for the deserters!

Half-saint, Cheng Caizhi!

But he was not a brave man.

It seemed that he could not run away. He closed his eyes tightly. After the golden light shone on Fu Sang, a hundred thousand mountains appeared on his back.

Even if the mountains were just phantoms, they still pressed Cheng Caizhi to the ground.

"Swish!"

Big Buddha Slash, the sword light flashed.

The hundred thousand mountains behind Cheng Caizhi collapsed.

It seemed that his whole body was emptied and chopped off in an instant. After a violent shock, the protective spirit beads crackled and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Dead?"

The spectators in the tavern jumped up in fear.

One sword, beheaded a saint?

"No, not dead yet, just..."

Cheng Caizhi was indeed still alive, but he was breathing in more than breathing out, lying on the ground and unable to get up, and even foamed at the mouth.

This is more painful than death!

A dignified half-saint, was beheaded by a sword and spitted on the ground?

"He, he must be the eighth sword immortal..."

The Great Buddha Slash is the standard of the eighth sword immortal, a skill that made him famous in the battle of the ten thrones, and an unrepeatable glory.

Everyone looked at the other side of the Eighth Immortal.

The sloppy, unpretentious guy, with a carefree expression as if he had crushed an ant to death, bent down easily, and picked up his torn sack again.

He looked at everyone, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, but were quickly suppressed.

He looked back at Cheng Caizhi, who was about to die like an old dog, stared at him for a long time, laughed, and said:

"I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart with one sword, I hope you will be alright... uh."

He suddenly seemed to be choked by saliva, his eyes drifted to the other side, and then he dodged a little.

Someone noticed it and looked over.

There, Gou Wuyue's face was as black as charcoal, so gloomy that it seemed like ink was dripping out.

"Ahem."

Bazun An cleared his throat, smiled with a fake smile, slowly walked past Cheng Caizhi, put one hand behind his waist, and changed his words lightly:

"If you want to make my name famous, you still need seven points of strength."

"Everyone, encourage each other."