Chapter 1850 Half Step

He is not Xiao Kongtong!

He is the Eight Masters!

Hua Changdeng suddenly woke up, and Xiao Kongtong's sword opened Xuan Miao. He did not force himself to the third realm, but invited the eight masters.

"Similar to the great summoning technique of Xiang Yao Yao..."

And with such a twist in my thoughts.

The atmosphere on the other side seemed to have changed.

In fact, the Eight Masters are undisguised from the beginning to the end. It is just the inertia of human thinking that is difficult to change for a while.

The ten-segment sword fingers seem to be emitted by Xiao Kongtong, but in fact they are not the same. This sword thought seems to be able to be done by Xiao Kongtong, but in fact it is of a higher level.

"He appeared so obviously, but I didn't recognize him the first time..."

A bit of cold light suddenly broke out, and Lingyu was swept by wind and snow.

The eight masters are proficient in the simultaneous use of swords and fingers, and have almost exhausted the limit of the three thousand swordsmanship. They gathered absolute power at their fingertips to point out the Arrancar.

And that side is his Hua Changdeng!

"Well done!"

Huachang Deng was not surprised but happy.

When the cold light of the sword pointed in front of him, he leaned his upper body back slightly, pulled it out from his waist, and held it hanging in front of him.

Keng——

The melodious sound of the sword resounded through the mountains, making people excited.

At the critical moment, the faint green sword light shone, as if the night turned into day in an instant, allowing the spectators to see the battle more clearly.

Hunting ghosts on both sides.

On one side, the sharp edges of ten sword points shined out.

It was like a mirror looking into a demon, making everyone realize that the person who could send out such a superb finger could never be Xiao Kongtong in a weak state...

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is here!"

I don't know who shouted loudly, and the whole mountain of Lingyu Mountain was restless.

Everyone woke up as if from a dream, and their blood began to pour into their heads, making their blood boil.

On the other side of the ghost hunt, Hua Changdeng responded calmly.

The green light that shone slightly on the sword seemed to cast a layer of cold and cold light on his face, reflecting his stern look, making it even more penetrating:

"Order this: the Altar of Hundred Ghosts!"

A few short words, like a command from the gods.

With a command, the ten-segment sword pointed at Shimmer and the hunting ghost. The distance was already just a hair's breadth, and he never thought that the mustard seeds would turn into Sumeru.

In the middle, he was forced into countless worlds.

Layers after layers of Fengdu visions and scenes of purgatory bloom like epiphyllums in this world, with ice and fire, tongue pulling, steamer baskets, iron trees... countless people are being tortured.

All kinds of scenery cannot be looked at carefully.

The scene inside was terrible.

Finally, a six-sided altar made of skulls emerged from the stamens, with soul-dead and resentful ghosts inlaid in the gaps, screaming to the sky.

The Hundred Ghost Altar comes out!

From small to large, it can reach the sky in an instant!

It lies between the hunting ghost and the pointed edge of the ten-segment sword, turning it into an absolute defense that can block any attack in the world.

"It's hanging..."

The Eighth Sword Immortal is strong.

But he used Xiao Kongtong's body.

As for Hua Changdeng, he came in person.

The one used is no longer the clone of his thoughts and the incarnation of the treasure when he was killed by Master Shou next to the stone tablet in the Zhongyuan Realm...

What he used this time were all real Fengdu treasures!

No matter how fierce the ten-segment sword finger is, can it break the defense of the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, which is higher than the sky and more terrifying than the copper wall?

No matter how strong the sword thought is, it can overcome the eighteen different levels of hell, finally break through Fengdu, reach the true form of Huachangdeng, and damage its roots?

"Not at all!"

Many ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain clenched their fists.

Compared to the reputation of the Ghost Sword Immortal, the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal of the Eastern Region is huge.

In addition, although the Saint Slave "does no evil", he is still seeking freedom for the high-ranking people. Not to mention anything else, the personal charm of the eight masters also makes the world fall in love with him.

In this battle, at least 70% of Lingyu Mountain is on the side of the Holy Slave.

And if you want to put aside your stance, then about 99% of people want to see the Eight Masters.

However...

The Holy Emperor takes the lead!

How difficult is it to win?

…

"As of now..."

The battle situation is changing rapidly, and everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Until this moment, the word "stop" uttered from Xiao Kongtong's mouth was able to calm the storm on Lingyu Mountain.

And it sounds exactly like this!

What everyone saw was actually the fierce light emitted by the eight acquaintances. It was going away with a devastating force, but suddenly it hit the hunting ghosts, the vision of Fengdu, and the unshakable Altar of Hundred Ghosts. , stop strongly.

"brush!"

Lingyu wind and snow followed by a late stop.

This pause grabbed the hearts of almost all those watching the battle, making them hold their breath and their thoughts tremble:

"With such a sharp and fierce finger, you can stop right away?"

"Can this stop? If it were me, it would explode as soon as it stops!"

"The weights are orderly, the relaxation is moderate, the control is familiar, and the master is perfect... Oh my God! What level of control is this? Is it designed in advance, or is it adaptable?"

If it is the former, it would be a bit scary. It is not an exaggeration to say that the eight deities are skilled in scheming and are far better than the sky.

If it is the latter, it will be even more terrifying. It is easy to say that it is easier to say what you are doing in the face of war, but it is too much of a test of basic skills and combat consciousness.

See the truth in the details.

This finger, the young ancient sword cultivators in Lingyu Mountain, such as Xiao Wanfeng, Gu Qing, etc., can recall it for more than half a year after carefully studying it.

"If you want to take advantage of the situation, how do the Eight Masters want to take advantage of the Hundred Ghost Altar?"

This is the point!

And when such thoughts flashed through the minds of the spectators, and even Hua Changdeng was suspicious of the sudden stop, the Eight Masters had already responded in time.

Just stop as he said.

It trembled slightly in front of the ghost hunter, and then with a "pop" sound, it rippled like water waves and spread into the void.

It was light and pleasing to the eye.

"Wow!"

Everyone was moved by the sword thought that swept through the wind and snow without any surprise. In a trance, it was as if they were in another world.

It was still Lingyu Mountain.

But the night and the strange scenery of Fengdu were lost.

The dawn light came from the east through the clouds, warm and gentle, but it made people who adapted to the night feel quite dazzling.

"Ah! It's a sword!"

Someone screamed, the light came slowly, fell into the eyes, penetrated into the heart, pierced into the soul, and actually reflected the true shape, which was a piece of broken lightsaber.

When the light sprinkled in the sky, the sword was endless.

The endless sword light went down, like a falling sword rain, and fiercely nailed Hua Changdeng who was still defending the ten sword fingers in front of his face.

"Ten Thousand Swords! This is the Ten Thousand Swords, the Ten Thousand Swords in the Illusion Swords?"

"If it is the Illusion Swords, should we defend or not?"

"If it is the Ten Thousand Swords, if we don't defend, we will be pierced and become a hedgehog!"

Hua Changdeng is not a hesitant and uncertain spectator. He reacts very quickly. After turning back, he points to Liming:

"Order this: Fengdu opens the door, and this world falls into night!"

With a loud bang, the void opens the huge Fengdu Gate again.

The two doors open, taking in the endless sword light. When they finally merge, they take Liming away and return the night to the east of Lingyu Mountain.

Steady!

The spectators clenched their fists again, not knowing whether they were happy or nervous.

The immortals fight, without any waves.

What is boiling is the people watching the show around the mountain.

"There is more!"

Suddenly someone turned to the west and pointed to the distant sky.

The night in the east and the setting sun in the west, the ghost and Buddha world is too big after all. Under the infiltration of the Eight Lords, Hua Changdeng seems unable to maintain the overall Fengdu.

He protected the east, but he never thought that the night in the west was also broken, the setting sun was setting in the west, and the sky was full of red.

"Light!"

"It's still light!"

The light of the setting sun sprinkled, this time it was not dazzling, but it was heart-piercing.

The light hit the face and reflected in the heart, vaguely outlining the appearance of an angel, but not holy.

It was a sunset angel, holding a fierce sword, with twelve wings on his back, each wing was scarlet, and it looked like blood dripping.

"Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!"

The same Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, this time it was recited according to the script, performing the most standard second level of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, the Wrath of the Great Red God.

"Twelve wings..."

Gu Qingsan, the burial sword tomb, murmured in a lost voice.

What a terrible power!

He also majored in the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, so he knew better than outsiders that the second level of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, just to condense a wing, would take a lot of mind and energy.

That's not to mention. Some people can condense a wing, but they can't even stabilize the power of a wing, let alone launch an attack.

But the sky...

But the eight masters who are one foot high in the sky...

In an instant, he constructed the twelve-winged sunset angel, pushing the Ten Thousand Swords Art to the extreme of the second realm.

"How long have I not seen such a grand scene?"

Feng Tingchen took a deep breath, but did not compare himself with the eight masters, so that he could reduce some troubles.

He is old.

He gritted his teeth, fought hard, and spent some blood and energy to do so.

But he knew that his major was the Ten Thousand Swords Art, and the Ten Thousand Swords Art was just one of the "all involved" for the eight masters.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The sunset angel put his hands down to suppress the sword, and the twelve wings behind him curled up slightly, and the void was fixed, and then a storm swept over.

The terrifying blood sword shot from the outside world to Lingyu Mountain, like a locust passing through, covering the sky and the sun, unstoppable.

"Order this: Hundred Ghosts..."

Hua Changdeng's first reaction was to mobilize the Hundred Ghosts Altar, so that he could easily defend against the sword of Eight Zun'an.

He suddenly woke up again. Eight Zun'an was best at illusion swordsmanship. If even the Great Red God's Wrath was used at this time, it would only be a diversion.

The sword is here, but the intention is not here.

The only thing he wanted was to take the initiative to remove the defense of the Hundred Ghosts Altar in front of the Ten-segment Sword Finger?

"Mirror flowers and water moons, nothing more than that."

Hua Changdeng sneered and completely relaxed.

Of course, he could sacrifice the Three Swords of Sword Ghosts. By then, let alone the second level of the Great Red God's Wrath, with only the second generation of Eight Zun'an's thorough divine thoughts, he couldn't even write the word "win" if he wanted to fight.

He had to open up to the third level before he could barely fight with himself!

But the current situation is...

The opponent just pointed at him casually, but forced out the Three Swords of Sword Ghosts. Wouldn't it be a joke if it was spread out?

Hua Changdeng faced the sunset angel with open arms, and took the sword without any defense.

Amidst the loud noises, the sword light tore his clothes, pierced his skin, and passed through his body, bringing out a bloody color.

The sword pierced through his body.

Hua Changdeng was shot and turned into a bloody man.

In the end, only a withered skeleton was left standing, and there was not even a piece of blood and flesh on the corpse.

…

"Dead, dead?"

Such a grand appearance, such an easy fall, this is too much of a joke.

After the spectators' eyes blurred, the world clicked, like a mirror shattered...

Hua Changdeng is dead?

Hua Changdeng is clearly still standing there!

On Lingyu Mountain, the Ghost Sword Immortal is as straight as a sword, and the ghost hunter is still hanging in front of him, dark green and bright, reflecting the piercing coldness.

"It's really a magic sword technique, Hua Jianxian made the right bet!"

"No, it can't be called a 'bet'. If you don't cultivate your will, the wrath of the Great Red God under the magic sword technique alone can kill your consciousness."

"The Ghost Sword Immortal was completely defenseless and faced the sword with his body. I can only say...strong!"

Hua Changdeng was hit by the sword and was as good as new.

From this sword, he could see the realm of Ba Zun'an clearly, and couldn't help laughing:

"After more than 30 years, your magic sword technique is still at this level. Then I think, maybe I am too serious about this battle..."

Huo!

Before the sound fell, the change appeared again.

After Lingyu Mountain returned to Lingyu Mountain from the magic sword technique, I don't know when it started to have an extra floor.

Everyone can see it!

The wooden three-story attic has the vicissitudes of time and the ancient atmosphere. There is a window on the first floor of the attic, and there is a person leaning against the window.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Someone saw the side face clearly and screamed.

Bazun'an, who was standing by the window, was no longer young at that time, and there were more traces of time on his face. He looked out the window with a melancholy look.

"Snow..."

He whispered softly, stretched out his hand, and looked out the window.

The snowflakes falling from Lingyu Mountain gently landed on his palm, not dissolving, like the good old days.

"So quiet..."

During the battle, everyone felt a sense of ease and joy for no reason.

Following the wooden loft with the plaque "Ancient and Modern Forget Worry Tower", they looked along the line of sight of the Eighth Sword Immortal who was looking out the window.

As everyone saw, the wind on Lingyu Mountain stopped at some point.

The snow fell quietly, hitting the ground, and there was actually a slight sizzling sound.

And in the vast whiteness, suddenly, not far away, in the cold winter, an unknown red flower bloomed brightly.

The flower was red and dazzling.

At that time, everyone's attention was taken away.

So that the whiteness of Lingyu Mountain became so insignificant, and the green color of the Lingyu wood and Fusang wood on the mountain also faded and became insignificant.

Quiet, but beautiful.

This beauty was broken by the sudden sound of incompatibility.

Hua Changdeng sneered: "I haven't seen you for many years, and your magic swordsmanship hasn't improved. Your ability to be mysterious has not fallen behind..."

Huo!

He didn't finish his words.

The eight masters in the attic suddenly tilted their heads, as if they were disturbed by someone, with murderous eyes, and blood-red flowers swirling in their eyes, and the sword thoughts turned from silver to scarlet.

"Zi La", everyone's hair stood on end, and even Hua Changdeng realized that it was not good: everything just now was just a whitewash, and the next one was the real strength of the eight masters?

Rumble...

The storm outside the building rose high.

Hoo...

Red flowers bloomed on the mountain.

Suddenly, it seemed that from the night sky, a vague singing voice came down, with a lingering aftertaste and a hint of meaning:

"The snow fell, the rain stopped, and the flowers bloomed and the grass was light."

"I heard the dog barking at midnight, and the evil star cried in the middle of the night."

Who?

Who is talking!

The spectators felt that the overwhelming pressure was almost suffocating.

"Up there, up there!"

Someone raised his eyes with difficulty under the pressure, and saw that the night sky had been torn apart by the starlight at some point, and a brilliant blood-red sword thought bloomed.

Hua Changdeng also raised his eyes and looked towards the sky.

But in that starlight, another Ba Zun An reappeared!

Unlike the destitute Ba Zun An who had already shown a sense of old age in the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower, he was dressed in white, free and unrestrained, and was clearly still young, still the eighth sword fairy!

The young Ba Zun An sang with one step, and was as rustling as a star. He pointed at the ground with his fingers together, accompanied by a long laugh:

"Hua Changdeng, this finger of mine started thirty years ago and ended thirty years later. You must be ready."

It was obvious that he was not just pointing the way, but pointing the way.

One finger, piercing through.

The brilliant blood immediately tore through the boundless night, shattered the endless void, and turned into a torrent of rolling mats, surrounded by a silver light in the middle.

The location it shot to was still the center of Hua Changdeng's eyebrows!

The location of the ghost!

"It's not the sword thought..."

Hua Changdeng's pores were dilated, as if he realized that in the past thirty years, Ba Zun An had not practiced the magic sword technique, but instead practiced the sword thought, and cultivated something that could be comparable to his sword ghost.

What is it?

Is it his youth?

There was no time to think about it, although Ba Zun An had defeated him once in his youth.

But that victory was unfair, this time he still did not dare to take it lightly, let alone move the Hundred Ghosts Altar to defend - it is possible that it is still the magic sword technique!

But Hua Changdeng did not dare to be pointed at by this young Ba Zun An.

He put all his mind on this strange young man and the strange sword finger. When the sword light came, he felt something was wrong again, and suddenly sacrificed the ghost from the center of his eyebrows!

"Pah."

No big fluctuations.

Like a slap in the face, a small sound echoed in the suddenly dead Lingyu Mountain.

The spectators only felt a flash in front of their eyes. What young eight masters, what bloody evil star outside the building, what a finger from thirty years ago...

None at all!

Hua Changdeng raised the ghost of intention high above his head, facing the air.

But at the moment when his mind was diverted, the Hundred Ghosts Altar in front of him lost control, like the grass and trees after the red flowers bloomed, was easily turned into nothingness by the opposite side's sword flow.

Xiao Kongtong's ten sword fingers that seemed to be frozen in the long river of time, after spreading the waves, one of them easily passed through the Fengdu vision, the purgatory scene, and the Hundred Ghosts Altar.

Just enough.

That wave of light did not have any terrifying sword thoughts burst out, but just hit the ghost hunting sword hanging in front of Hua Changdeng lightly.

"Pah!"

The light sound of the palm of a hand came here.

The ghost hunter was hit by the force, and with a snap, it hit the high nose bridge of its master Hua Changdeng. It also did not cause much damage, but left a red mark on the tip of his nose.

"Gulp!"

Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the legendary Holy Emperor Ghost Sword Immortal.

The Ghost Sword Immortal's nose was sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

The spirit ghost on his head was majestic and the sword was terrifying, but he seemed unable to withstand the power of the spirit ghost and staggered slightly.

When he almost fell, he subconsciously withdrew his right foot and stepped back, which stabilized the situation.

"Hehe."

Xiao Kongtong raised the corner of his lips and stared at Hua Changdeng's feet.

Hua Shengdi took a half step back.