Chapter 1822: Crazy

Ba Zun'an became quiet, with a strange look on his face, as if he was intimidated by Cheng Xie.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was waiting for a bloody battle on the sword throne.

I didn't expect to see Xiao Wanfeng make another move, but I could actually wait for an extremely arrogant Ba Zun'an. It was worth the trip.

But...

"Why is it quiet?"

Ba Zun'an's sudden silence made people feel nervous.

Is he also a character who bullies the weak and fears the strong? When Cheng Xie got tough, he softened.

But it was obvious that even though this Ba Zun'an was suspected of being a fake, his way of thinking was also Ba Zun'an. He didn't retreat, but was thinking about some weird things.

"Ten breaths..."

Sack Ba Zun'an raised his head again and looked at Cheng Xie, but he opened his mouth halfway and swallowed the rest of the words back.

"One sword..."

He changed another rhetoric, but the look in his eyes when he stared at Cheng Xie was quite contemptuous, and he didn't say anything more at the end.

Taunt!

Naked mockery!

Cheng Xie could see that this guy was just imitating Ba Zun'an, just using some of his own coquettish ways of speaking.

But his expression and eyes gave people the feeling that he couldn't even hold on for ten breaths, or even take a sword.

Cheng Xie was about to open his mouth, but Ba Zun'an seemed to have found his way to target him, and said firmly:

"Last words."

Who could stand this?

Cheng Xie raised his sword, and with his sword intent bursting out, he rushed out:

"How dare you insult me?"

...

Wow!

The world suddenly slowed down.

Cheng Xie saw a headless corpse in familiar clothes, thrown in front of him as if weightless.

His hands were empty, his feet were flying, as if his head was cut off by a huge force, and his lower body was thrown upside down.

Blood flowers reflected snowflakes.

The setting sun sprinkled on the faces of the people around him, making their horrified faces look even more hideous.

After a brief moment of shock, Cheng Xie felt a sharp pain from somewhere.

Maybe it was his neck, maybe it was his brain, maybe it was his lower body that was still connected...

He finally reacted.

That familiar headless corpse was his own!

"No——"

...

"What?"

The spectators around the tavern were so scared that they all retreated.

No one saw clearly when the Eight Sacks of the Eight Masters made their move, the sword light had swept through the air and easily tore off Cheng Xie's neck.

Its momentum did not decrease, and it continued to cut backwards.

The broken tiles and cracked eaves, the broken buildings, cut through the streets of Fusang South in an instant, and finally tore through the city wall and disappeared into the dense forest outside the city.

"This..."

Li You, who was watching the battle from behind, was surprised and had a strong disbelief in her beautiful eyes.

This time she stared very closely.

She just wanted to see how she was hit just now.

But Ba Zun'an attacked without any warning. Even if she was on guard, she didn't know when she stepped into the trap of his illusion swordsmanship and finally fell into it.

"Is he really dead?"

Cheng Xie's head and body were separated, and only then did the two needles in his sleeves fly out. His fighting consciousness was completely on a different level.

After the two needles flew out, they did not attack, but were lightly pinched by Ba Zun'an's fingers.

Then they flicked, and the two needles sang.

Ba Zun'an hid the pair of famous swords in his sleeves.

"Is it still illusion swordsmanship?"

Li You stared at Cheng Xie's body that fell heavily to the ground, still unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.

She was a half-saint.

She couldn't tell what was going on.

The spectators around were even more shocked, and their faces were full of confusion.

Cheng Xie...

Just decided to fight...

Shouldn't it be a life-and-death fight between ancient sword cultivators? How come the battle ended as soon as it started?

"One move?"

This is not even one move, right?

If the eight masters don't give him a chance, Cheng Xie won't even be able to fart from beginning to end?

Boom!

Cheng Xie's head and body fell to the ground.

There was a loud thunder in the sky of Fusang.

Then the dark clouds gathered, the wind blew violently, and the holy power of the Nine Heavens came, accompanied by an extremely angry roar:

"Who?"

"Who dares to kill Cheng Xie's grandson? No matter where you are, I will find out!"

Half-saint!

Everyone looked up at the sky.

But the clouds in the sky changed color, and a huge face of an old man with flying beard and hair and angry eyes appeared.

The half-saint face flashed, and soon an old man in a green robe appeared in the air.

"Cheng family half-saint, Cheng Caizhi!"

Dan Saint Lu Shiyu whispered, with a strange look on his face.

In other words, Cheng Caizhi has always been nearby and has always been concerned about Cheng Xie's life safety.

That was right. After all, Cheng Xie was carrying the famous sword that the Cheng family had protected for decades. Perhaps he wanted to see if the opportunity of the Saint Slave Sword Collection had passed.

Unexpectedly, the sack of eight masters attacked so fast that even Cheng Caizhi could not react, and Cheng Xie was beheaded with one blow.

"Soul-calling technique, soul return!"

Semi-saint Cheng Caizhi stood in the air, pinched his hands to make a seal, slapped his palm, and a dark green light shot out.

There was a screaming sound of evil spirits in Fusang City.

Not long after, the crystal soul fragments gathered.

Cheng Xie's residual soul was collected and pieced together, barely transforming into a human form.

"Grandpa Cheng!"

He was resurrected from the dead, screaming in horror, and desperately trying to escape from this place.

He didn't even dare to look at the sack of eight masters, and didn't even mention the double needles of the sleeve sword. At this time, the only thing he wanted was to survive.

"My grandson, come quickly. Today, I am here, and no one can kill you!"

Cheng Xie is not good at ghost swordsmanship.

If Cheng Caizhi hadn't been paying attention to this wave, his precious grandson would have really died here today.

But now that Cheng Caizhi is here, this absurd battle is time to end...

"Point."

Ba Zun'an carried a sack on one hand and pointed a finger in the air. The cold voice interrupted everyone's chaotic thoughts.

The pupils of the semi-saint Cheng Caizhi suddenly dilated.

The remnant soul of his grandson flew to where he was. There was only a few feet between him and Cheng Xie.

One step away, life and death.

"Soul."

Ba Zun'an's fingertips were faintly shining, and before Cheng Caizhi could make a move, the flying light swept through the air and pierced the head of Cheng Xie's remnant soul.

Boom!

At this moment, not only the semi-saint Cheng Caizhi had his heartbeat stopped, but also the countless spectators who were watching.

Everyone watched Cheng Caizhi hastily reach forward, but what he embraced back were only the fragmented soul fragments of his grandson Cheng Xie.

Crystal clear as quicksand, pieces withered and shattered.

Between the elbows, wrists, and fingers, it turned into nothingness.

In front of his grandfather, he completely killed his grandson...

"How dare you?!"

When the earth-shattering roar exploded in Fusang, everyone realized that the sword immortal did not come for the decisive battle, and Fusang might have to start another holy war.

"Damn it! Damn it! Ah——"

Cheng Caizhi's eyes were bloodshot, watching his grandson die tragically in front of him, which was more painful than killing him.

He could no longer suppress his murderous intent, turned his head and pointed at the extremely sloppy and imageless eight-fingered useless man on the ground, and shouted in disbelief:

"Who are you?"

This person is definitely not Ba Zun'an, Ba Zun'an is in Lingyu Mountain

Outsiders can't see clearly. With a sweep of his semi-saint thoughts, the origin of the sword thoughts in Lingyu Mountain, except for Ba Zun An, there is no outsider.

So this person must be a fake!

But how dare a fake person provoke the Cheng family?

How dare he, the semi-saint Cheng Caizhi, crush the remaining soul of his grandson Cheng Xie with one finger in front of him?

"Who are you?!" Cheng Caizhi roared angrily, repeating this question without thinking, and couldn't figure out what the current situation was.

The people of Fusang were panicked.

Everyone retreated far away from the tavern.

Some even retreated outside the city, feeling that the aftermath of the next battle could kill all the spectators.

But when looking at the sloppy uncle on the ground, he saw that he was calm and unmoved under the pressure of the semi-saint. He just chuckled and said slowly:

"My name is Ba Zun An."

Fusang was empty, and this name was loud.

Even Xiao Wanfeng felt his scalp tingling after hearing this.

He was self-confident, but after all, he was dozens of times younger than these old monsters. At Xuan Cang's urging, he also moved away from the front battlefield.

Sack Ba Zun'an raised his eyes and looked into the sky, staring at Cheng Caizhi for a long time, shaking his head and smiling:

"You are not enough."

"I will give you ten breaths of time to call all the people you can call. After ten breaths, I will take action."

Isn't this Ba Zun'an?

Such a rebellious person has no respect for the half-saint. If he is not the Eight Zun'an, who dares to call himself the Eight Zun'an?

The fake stuff should leave calmly at this time.

Where does this person get the confidence from? It is not enough to beat a half-saint, and he also wants Cheng Caizhi to call people?

"Bluffing?" Someone murmured in surprise.

But the words of the person next to him poured cold water on him: "Try to bluff in front of the half-saint?"

Cheng Caizhi was so angry that his lungs hurt.

But isn't it said that human nature is mean, bullying the weak and fearing the strong?

When this fake Eight Zun An dared to stand so hard, Cheng Caizhi also doubted for a moment whether he was dazzled.

Is this actually a real thing, not a fake?

He couldn't afford to gamble, so he took out the token and crushed it with a snap, the veins in the corners of his eyes throbbing wildly, pointing at the people below and shouting:

"Ten breaths? Okay, ten breaths! You wait for this saint!"

Scared!

Everyone was amazed.

A dignified half-saint, really scared by a word.

Should we say that the Cheng family's half-saint is weak and boneless, or the title of the eighth sword fairy is too strong, and anyone who stands up can use miraculous effects?

Not ten breaths.

The sack of eight Zun An hasn't even started counting down.

As soon as Cheng Caizhi's token was broken, the nine-day dark clouds gathered again, and immediately several more half-saint pressures descended.

"Haha, Brother Cheng, why are you in the mood to have a drink with me?"

"Brother Cheng, I promised you that I would only help you once. Your Cheng family still has two needles. Don't waste my favor."

"Hehehe, Cheng Caizhi, are you ready for what I want?"

Three half-saints!

Dark clouds pressed down on the city, and three figures fell behind Cheng Caizhi.

One was a burly man with a gun, one was a graceful fairy in white, all of whom were young, and the last one was a sick old ghost with warts on his face, who seemed to be the same age as Cheng Caizhi.

"Half-saint Dai Xiu, half-saint Luo Hui, and a wanderer in the southern region, half-saint Qing Gui." Dan Saint Lu Shiyu recognized the identities of the saints at a glance.

This time there is really a good show to watch.

The four saints pressed down on the city, fighting against the eight saints alone.

How strong are these eight saints? Are they pretending? What is fake can't be real, and what is real can't be fake. It's time to show their true colors!

Everyone stood outside the battlefield.

It's really fun to watch the fire from the other side of the river, and I can't wait for the two sides to fight.

In fact, everyone has a scale in their hearts, and roughly knows that this sack of eight Zun An is not the real eight Zun An, but with the four saints approaching, will he still dare to continue barking?

Countless eyes fell on the dilapidated tavern.

Everyone stared at the lonely figure, wanting to see how they would respond after the excessive shouting in order to survive.

Maybe it will come in handy in the future?

The Eight Masters of the Sack was still holding his torn sack with one hand, and he didn't know what it contained. His body was slightly hunched, as if he was overwhelmed by the power of the Four Saints.

Just when everyone thought he was going to kneel down and beg for mercy, this guy suddenly laughed loudly, looked up at the dark clouds covering the city, and chanted loudly with high spirits:

"Black clouds bully the mulberry trees, and the river flows against the west."

"Dao Gang is often absent, and Quan Yin is a servant."

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

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

After chanting, he straightened his back and was so angry that he was like a sword coming out of the sky, one foot high in the sky. With his momentum alone, he could actually compete with the Four Saints!

"hiss……"

The snow in Fusang City is not cold.

But at this moment, the spectators took in a breath of cold air and felt truly chilling for the first time.

This guy!

This guy actually dares to shout!

Those are the four half-saints. Do you really think that all of them are Shouye? After changing shape, they can also kill the saints and war emperors, but the enemy ancestors are gods?

"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low..."

Xiao Wanfeng clutched the Xuan Cang Divine Sword tightly, and his body felt a little hot.

Gu Qingsan bumped the second senior brother's arm and looked at each other, each seeing the enthusiasm shining in the other's eyes.

The ancient sword cultivators everywhere in Fusang were all excited. When they repeated this sentence in a low voice, their bones would explode and their pores would dilate.

It is true that this person is pretending to be acquainted with the Eight Masters, but isn't it just moments like this and scenes like this that our ancient sword cultivators have been seeking all our lives?

At this moment, everyone understood what Sack Ba Zun was thinking:

Just for this moment that will be recorded in history, why not die?

"He is..."

High in the sky, after listening to these words with a heart as high as the sky, Half-Saint Dai Xiu looked back at the sloppy man on the ground with his sword coming out of Fu Sang, and he quickly thought of something.

His expression was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and soon turned blue and white, and he asked in disbelief:

"Brother Cheng, you asked me to wait here. The one we want to fight is the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

You might as well let me commit suicide at home!

Cheng Caizhi responded quickly: "False, this beast may have some strength, but it is definitely not one of the Eight Masters. Otherwise, how could I easily provoke him?"

"Indeed..." Half Saint Luo frowned slightly.

Among the women of that era, who didn’t have some concern and some fantasy about Ba Zunzhen?

After thinking about it, she decided to say: "This poem was recited by the Eight Deities, in the Eighth Palace of the White Cave outside Tiansang City in the Eastern Heaven Realm of the Eastern Territory..."

"Well, he never sings the same song a second time..." At the end of the sentence, his voice sounded like a mosquito.

The sickly old man, the semi-saint Qinggui, laughed out loud, winked and said: "Remember that you are so detailed, Fairy Luo Hui, is very knowledgeable about the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Luo Hui's face turned red, and he quickly returned to normal. He looked back and glared at the semi-saint green ghost, but did not answer.

Half-Saint Dai Xiu squinted his eyes and stared at the slovenly man with eight fingers and a scar on his neck on the ground for a long time without saying anything.

He has watched the battle of ten thrones.

After that, I had nightmares day and night, with ten mountains weighing on my heart, and it was difficult to become a saint. I really wanted to erase that memory!

Finally gritting his teeth, Dai Xiu completed his mental preparation, put the spear in his hand, pulled out, and shouted loudly:

"Brother Cheng, wait a minute, let me come and meet this guy first!"