Chapter 620: My Sword Will Kill the Gods and Buddhas in Your Heart

Dark clouds are pressing down on the top, and the Jianhe River is the boundary.

There was a chilling atmosphere in the field.

"furious!"

Gou Wuyue had not yet moved, but there was someone in the white clothes who could not suppress his anger.

There is no doubt that among everyone present, there is a throne, and there is also a Zhan Dao.

Perhaps Jian Xiu believed in the Eighth Sword Immortal like a god, but there were more than just sword cultivators in the world.

"You rickets, are you lying to me for your fish and meat?"

Accompanied by an angry rebuke, a man in white clothes flew out and arrived in awe as he was chanting the incantation of Sanskrit sounds that was so overwhelming that his head was about to explode.

"Wang Rang!"

"No-"

Exclaims of exclamation arose at the right moment.

But with too much to worry about, no one could stop Wang Rang's actions.

"Break new life without boundaries!"

Wang Rang raised his big hand with flying objects flying from his beard.

A dark golden light opened up, directly covering the entire audience.

For a moment, the world seemed completely silent.

The sound of wind, shouts, the sound of swords...

Completely missing!

Except for the awe-inspiring azure sword river that was still present, even the voices of the eight great Buddhas that were familiar with the mantra were eliminated in an instant.

"Zhan Dao?"

The eight masters looked sideways, but there was no wave in their eyes.

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

However, even Gou Wuyue was speechless under his scolding.

How dare this guy come out of nowhere to point fingers at him?

"Rickets?"

Bazun murmured and laughed.

His back was indeed slightly stooped, and he no longer looked like a strong man.

Even if you stand with your chest high, standing on the top of the Buddha.

The heavy pressure from the years is still overwhelming.

It can be left to his own time.

Without Gou Wuyue's support, how could this person dare to be so rampant?

"First."

Ba Zunzhen raised a finger towards Gou Wuyue.

Gou Wuyue's eyes flashed with surprise, already aware that something was wrong.

A green sword energy suddenly exploded from his body. In an instant, the sword energy that had fixed him was broken. Then he picked up the sword and charged forward with his momentum.

"Naihe!"

The green sword river suddenly moved, and then endless sword energy rushed in like water breaking a dam.

With a bang, the bodies of the Eight Masters were shattered by the water of the Sword River.

But when the figure disappeared, the sarcastic smile on the corners of his lips seemed to indicate something.

"careful!"

Gou Wuyue reacted instantly 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 the Eastern Region Sword Cultivator is because he has perfectly mastered the nine sword techniques of the ancient sword cultivator!

Not one of them.

But nine!

"Illusion swordsmanship?"

Wang Rang in white also seemed to understand something.

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

But the eight acquaintances were shattered under Gou Wuyue's sword river.

However, he couldn't find any trace of the other party.

"where is he?"

For a moment, Wang Rang was a little scared.

He has cultivated his cultivation by cutting down the Tao, and even cut down the Great Dao.

But at this time, there was no trace of a guy with acquired cultivation level.

Absolutely ridiculous!

"did you find it?"

A laughter suddenly sounded in my heart.

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

Even the realm suddenly shrunk by half.

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

The frightening voice of the Eight Masters sounded again:

"Little guy, how many years have you been practicing? Have you been practicing for thirty years?"

"You haven't fully cultivated the Tao yet. No matter how fast you cut the Tao, there are still aspects you haven't realized yet."

"I can see the phantom sword technique very clearly, but have you ever seen another form of the Nine Sword Techniques - the Heart Sword Technique?"

Heart swordsmanship?

Wang Rang was stunned.

He has heard of it!

But this long-lost swordsmanship.

Let alone meeting him, he didn't even know what kind of attack he used.

Judging from the name alone, it's possible that after the Eight Masters disappeared, they went to their own...

In your heart?

"Nonsense!"

Wang Rang was very frightened by himself.

How can a physical person get into the heart of a person?

He is the Eight Masters, not Yu Lingdi!

"Not ridiculous."

It was obviously just the voice of his heart, but Ba Zunzun understood everything about Wang Rang.

After this sound, Wang Rang turned his eyes and suddenly noticed that everyone in the audience, including Gou Wuyue.

In everyone's heart, a little person is vaguely reflected.

——Eight Masters!

"The sword technique of the heart is formed by observing the appearance, and is placed in the entity. Anyone who desires, fears, fears, and joys..."

"The eight-square color is moved by emotion, and the nameless place is revealed and formed into a shadow..."

"What the heart speaks of is spirit and god..."

Wang Rang felt like he was going crazy.

The Mi Mi Sanskrit music clearly only had the words "Om Mani Padme Hum" at the beginning, but when the little man was imaged in his eyes, the six words he heard often repeated could be directly remembered in his mind. Interpretation.

"wrong!"

A sudden chill ran down his spine, and Wang Rang discovered to his horror that this question was not important at all.

The important thing is, under his "Boundless Life", shouldn't he have eliminated all the things he wanted to eliminate?

How could the sound of the Great Dao return?

As if he was determined to scare people to death, the laughter of the Eight Lords came out again.

"Little guy, do you think I am too weak? Even Gou Wuyue has to treat him with caution, how can you easily think..."

"Can you see through my magic swordsmanship so quickly?"

When Wang Rang was shocked, the villain who stood above everyone's heart disappeared in an instant.

The next second, it turned into a golden Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was not imprisoned by the body, and in a flash it penetrated the body and turned into a huge Buddha.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

The loud sound of the bell made his eyes collapse and his mind blank.

He himself did not even realize that when the first sound sounded, his temple exploded on the spot.

And the subsequent words fell one by one.

Almost after a few "bangs", his limbs and body all collapsed and disappeared.

"Death..."

So fast!

...

"Wow!"

In a dream, Wang Rang seemed to have lost his footing in a dream. He was suddenly startled and broke out in a 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 shocked him so much that he was speechless.

He saw that the eight statues standing on the top of the Buddha statue were touched by the dead branches, and his "Boundless Life" could not penetrate their bodies from the beginning.

When the swollen boundary sphere touched the dead branches, it was deformed by the nameless huge force.

But no matter how it deformed, it could not cover the eight statues, and could only continue to extend outward.

In front of the exquisite power control, the boundary was not broken, but extended, extended, and extended again...

"This!"

The exclamation of the white-clothed man suddenly sounded.

"What's going on?"

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

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

"Oh my god..."

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

He was still alive.

That meant that the scene just now was not real.

But such a real touch of death, it was not real, that was...

"Illusion sword technique?"

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

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

"So, even the sword river breaking the body was fake?"

"Even Senior Wu Yue couldn't see through the illusion sword technique of the Eight Lords?"

Wang Rang was horrified.

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

Even if he was an ancient sword cultivator, the eighth sword fairy in the past.

But what about the martial arts ban?

After so many years of suppression, even if the opponent has some power to break the confinement, can he really ignore it all?

Besides, what about Gou Wuyue?

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

He failed to obtain the title of Seven Sword Immortals, so he cannot be regarded as a real leader in the sword art.

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

Even he can't see through the sword art of Ba Zun'an?

"Can't see through it?"

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

But that person...

There was only Gou Wuyue in Ba Zun'an's eyes.

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

"Ignore..."

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

This feeling of weakness is what he hates.

But this reality is helpless, and he is completely powerless to change it.

Wang Rang began to sweat coldly.

Gou Wuyue was also silent.

There was disbelief 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, pointed the dry branch in his hand again, and the realm collapsed.

"If you can't see through it, then you can't protect this person."

After saying this, the eight statues drew a dry branch in his hand.

"The way is instant."

Swish!

A silver light cut through the sky.

Three thousand sword ways - instant way!

In the midst of blood flying, Wang Rang only felt that the world was turned upside down. In a scene transmitted from the circling world picture, there was a headless corpse gushing blood...

The blood was still hot.

The headless corpse was also very familiar.

"Me?"

Wang Rang widened his eyes, and he refused to close them.

But the world gradually became darker, and even if you didn't close your eyes, it was still difficult to see.

...

"Zhan Dao?"

Ba Zun An put down the dead branch and sighed, "It's just a realm."

He looked at the Heavenly Dao, and the sword thought flashed in his eyes.

"Boom boom--"

The rules of the Great Dao appeared, and under this glance, they were cut into endless fragments in an instant, withering one after another.

Silent.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone was dazed.

No one could have thought that under the ban on martial arts, there would still be someone who could destroy the Heavenly Dao with one glance, and even denied Wang Rang a chance to revive.

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

White clothes are tough.

Everyone saw this pattern.

But they are not from the same era, and they have not fought in person. They are just wandering around in hearsay, imagining that it is a rumor that has been widely used...

In this situation, who would have thought.

Can the art of observing swordsmanship be so direct and simple?

Not even a word of nonsense.

One glance.

The world shattered into pieces and the Taoist owl was beheaded!

"The Eight Masters..."

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

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. It seemed that the eight acquaintances of the past were really going to stand in front of him as an opponent.

Even, in a more arrogant way!

"Your cultivation..."

Gou Wuyue was speechless. The famous sword Nulan's voice was buzzing and trembling. She seemed to be struck by the sight of the sky and the earth and was so frightened that she was throbbing.

"Hahaha!"

Bazun raised his head and laughed. For a long time, he dug his head with a dead branch, his brows stood up, with a funny look on his face.

"Gou Wuyue, up to this point, are you still worrying about such trivial matters?"

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

Bazunzun's face became solemn, and his cold voice struck his head: "Then you are too small!"

There was a loud bang in her mind, and Gou Wuyue went blank for a moment.

pattern……

Small?

There were hundreds of people in white clothes, all of them with shocked expressions on their faces, looking at the wanton man on top of the Buddha.

Bazun shook his head, looking at Gou Wuyue's eyes full of disappointment. After being silent for a while, he continued to speak:

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

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

"If you don't listen to what he says, you will cover everything with your own voice."

"I have to say that the Seven Swordsmen and the name of the Lord have completely blocked you!"

Gou Wuyue's heart beat wildly when she heard this, and she followed the others and raised her eyes.

But he saw that the backlit Buddha's phantom was rising in aura, and even the extremely slovenly man on it seemed to be endowed with a layer of pale golden light.

Ba Zunzhen paused for a breath and remembered Gou Wuyue's previous question, which 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..."

"Ricky?"

"Ah!"

The Eight Lords sneered knowingly, "I talk to you about my position, you talk to me about your doubts, I talk about your aspirations, you talk about your strength... Even the gods cannot wake up people who close their eyes to themselves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk any more nonsense.

There was a bang.

The spirit energy exploded, and the eight acquaintances slowly soared into the sky.

At this moment, everyone was shocked.

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

"fly?"

Isn't this exclusive to innate cultivation?

Looking at it again, the Eight Masters, whose aura was constantly rising, seemed to have broken into the innate realm at this moment.

It seems that whether there is a breakthrough in cultivation or not, it all depends on one thought.

Gou Wuyue had a premonition that something was bad and wanted to do something.

But under the acquaintance of the eight masters who slowly soared into the sky, everyone felt the weight drop, and their bodies could not stop rickets and trembling.

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

When Taixu is angry, dark clouds gather; when the famous sword is raised, the sword river flows.

These are nothing!

He thought Gou Wuyue was a good friend, and even though his stance was different, he still wanted to wake her up.

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

As the saying goes, even the gods cannot wake up people who are willing to close their eyes.

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

On top of the Buddha, a tragic song played.

The Eight Deities are well acquainted with the dead branches, and the Sanskrit sounds reappeared in everyone's hearts. Every word was pearly, and even the explanation seemed to be understood in the deafening sound:

"Black clouds dominate the sky, and the river flows westward."

Everyone's heart palpitated, and they felt inexplicable fear.

The dark clouds covering the sky began to roll and tear apart without any wind.

The ripples of the sword river that opened up a boundary began to swim and surge back.

Peak, unrivaled power is on display.

Everyone was horrified, but the interpretation of the Sanskrit sound changed:

"Dao Gang is often absent, and Quan Yin's servants bow to each other."

From the scenery to the sex, it was obvious that he was not talking about himself, but everyone felt completely crushed.

The trembling knees were about to hit his head, but his resistance to servility still made everyone respect him among the Sanskrit sounds.

The chanting of the Sanskrit mantra never stopped for a moment.

The towering figure of the man on top of the Buddha became towering, and as the Buddha's light diffused, it was as if the god was continuing to whisper:

"A broken wing is no longer a bird, a sword is sealed and the body is no longer a mortal."

As if telling themselves, after the eight masters of cultivation broke through the innate world, they not only broke away from the ground, but also had the ability to fly.

Even his spiritual sense recovered, and he saw all the white-clothed people scattered throughout the eight palaces, unable to come back in time, or afraid to come.

When the golden light disappeared, he suddenly raised his head, his rickety body straightened up, and endless divine light appeared in his eyes.

"Afraid of bowing your head? My Daotian is too low!"

At this moment, the dark clouds burst and the sky collapsed.

The phantom of the Buddha blooms to its peak in everyone's eyes, and its splendid look is like the afterglow of the setting sun, which makes people forget to leave.

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

"Hu~"

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

There were a few snaps.

Everyone's lingering gaze became eternal.

With a clang, the famous sword touched the ground, and Gou Wuyue closed his eyes heavily.

This scene, in his eyes, also became eternal.

The deceased saw the beauty, but he, an outsider, saw a flash of silver light under the shadows of hundreds of giant Buddhas.

That was the sword thought.

It was also the sword light that cut off the giant Buddha.

It was also the holy power that ended the lives of hundreds of white-clothed people!

"Holy power..."

It was just a trace.

But the ending was completely different.

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

When the giant Buddha was cut, the Buddha's light exploded, and the sky and the earth were separated, and people were also separated.

The sound of the body hitting the ground came, and Gou Wuyue opened his eyes in grief, but he saw corpses floating in the sea of ​​blood, but the corpses were all peaceful.

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

Swordsman...

and guest...

One word difference, a world of difference!

"Tap."

With a light sound, Ba Zun'an tapped the ground with his toes.

He stared at the person in front of him, pondered for a long time, and did not speak.

Turn sideways.

When he looked back and saw the famous sword on the ground, Ba Zun'an paused for a moment, but finally took a step and chose to leave.

"I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart with one sword, I hope you will take care of yourself."