Chapter 1851 New Way

"Back off!"

"The Ghost Sword Immortal has been repulsed!"

Even if he only took half a step back, the spectators in Lingyu Mountain were excited.

This is the Holy Emperor, and he is here in person, not to mention that the hunting ghosts and ghosts all come out, but they still retreat half a step.

The most important thing is that Yigui blocks the loneliness in the air.

After the Hundred Ghost Altar was sacrificed, it was not effective in isolating attacks from beginning to end.

All defenses are useless under the repeated use of ancient swordsmanship by the Eight Lords, who are familiar with the true and false.

——He even got slapped in the face!

"Is it foreshadowing?"

"The Ghost Sword Immortal fought against the Eighth Sword Immortal. Although they were fighting in the air in the first round, he took half a step back! What happens after that?"

"I don't think so! The Ghost Sword Immortal was just careless. I didn't expect that the Eight Masters would dare to take such a risk in the end. He was just relying on Xiao Kongtong's body, so he couldn't hurt himself, right?"

"If we really have to face each other face to face, not to mention that his ten-segment sword fingers have also been worn away and no substantial damage has been done. The subsequent counterattack of the Ghost Sword Immortal will definitely be enough for the Eight Masters to drink a pot!"

"But I don't think there is a 'what if'. A half step is still a step, and a half step to victory is also a step in the making... Oh, it's also a victory."

"Haha, then I think Ba Zunzun has three losses. He has not dared to reveal his true identity so far, which is one loss; he has successfully aroused the anger of the Ghost Sword Immortal, which is two losses; with these two losses, he has three losses! "

"Okay, okay, you win, you don't lose, your whole family has no uncles!"

"I'm just talking about things, you idiots, why are you so impatient?"

"I'm anxious for your mother!"

"..."

There are many people watching the battle in Lingyu Mountain.

There are also different opinions on this round of fighting.

It seems that the combination of the Eight Masters and Xiao Kongtong has won half a step, but it is only a half step, and it is difficult to match the myth created by the "Eighth Sword Immortal" back then.

The higher the expectations, the greater the gap.

What most people want to see is if the Eighth Sword Immortal really shows up and kills the Holy Emperor instantly with one sword, that would be amazing!

The reality seems to be very skinny.

If a half-step victory is still a victory, this will inevitably remind people of the battle in the past when the Eight Masters ended in a disastrous defeat.

A disastrous defeat is also a defeat. Once defeated, it will be difficult to come back and win again!

The myth itself has long been stained. It has not been able to meet people's expectations and high expectations so far. This is a problem with the myth itself.

"If the young Eight Masters are illusory swordsmen, the old Eight Masters themselves look so weak. Could it be that they really don't dare to show up to fight, right?"

"On the other side of the time rift, Quilehan's performance is just mediocre. The thunder is loud, the raindrops are light, and he doesn't kill the gods?"

"The three great ancestral gods also seem to have retreated and stopped fighting. Just like Hua Sheng Emperor, they don't seem to be afraid, but more like... gathering momentum?"

Combining the overall performance of Huachang Deng after its arrival in the five regions, as well as the war situation like a crack in the time, some people have begun to waver in their stance and re-align themselves.

Being slapped in the face and taking half a step back is insignificant.

In terms of the overall situation, Shengnu's performance after the arrival of Huachangdeng is indeed a bit like fighting the fire.

What others say and think cannot affect the outcome of the battle.

The hot tears in Hua Changdeng's eyes had evaporated, and now only the tip of his nose was slightly red. He was aware of the smiling gaze, but he didn't care about it.

He is not a person who sticks to small details, nor does he feel sorry for himself for taking half a step back.

After half a step, he simply took another half step back.

Then he touched his nose, chuckled and summoned the copper lamp. He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and two broken souls flew out.

One sword and one soul, any more is a bonus.

Even if my opponent is no longer Xiao Kongtong, I have never made an agreement. Since you, the Eight Reverends, have shown up, why not give you some face?

"Chichi..."

It's ridiculous that after the battle, Kongtong was shaped like a wooden stake, with only sword thoughts intertwined all over his body, controlling his body and not falling to the ground.

He had no energy left to move.

The people from Meisi hurried forward to pick up the remnant soul and couldn't help but sigh.

I never thought that before entering the building, Li Fugui was still a human being. After leaving the building, Li Fugui was completely dead, leaving only a few soul fragments.

"You've regressed."

The one who regressed was clearly Hua Changdeng, but Hua Changdeng stared at the shattered Xiao Kongtong. After taking back the Baigui Altar, he spoke again:

"You were lucky enough to beat me by half, but you handed over your trump card. This is not like you."

"And if that's all you have left, I'll be disappointed."

Xiao Kongtong's lips curled up, and it took a long time before he could respond. This time everyone heard clearly that it was indeed not him, but the voice of Bazun:

"I'm in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower."

Of course Hua Changdeng saw it, not only in the magic sword technique, but also in Li Fugui's soul memory.

He didn't care about any of this. The only thing he was paying attention to at this moment was the eight young masters who only appeared for a moment at the last moment and were both real and fake:

"What's that?"

If that is true, its power is derived from the sword thought, which is far better than the sword thought. It gives people a sufficient sense of threat, and the eight masters may still have the power to fight.

If that was an illusion, just a phantom swordsmanship adventure on the battlefield, Hua Changdeng's burning desire to fight again thirty years later would become waning.

"Sword me."

The Eight Masters are well versed in the idea of ​​speaking concisely and concisely, without superfluous explanations.

Hua Changdeng tasted these two words carefully and wanted to laugh a little. Was he the "Sword Self" he created to deal with his own "Sword Demon"?

Even the name is so specific!

However, Ba Zunzun is quite smart. He knows that with the intensity of his sword thoughts, he cannot catch one of the three sword ghost swords of his adult body.

only……

What path do I take with this sword?

Although the Eight Masters are extremely talented and have first-class ability to understand Taoism, they can often be better than others, but that's all.

Legends are meant for ordinary people to listen to.

From the perspective of Huachang Deng, the Eight Masters are just average.

His swordsmanship stands on the path of becoming the sword god Gu Louying.

His sword thought stood on the shoulders of Quilehan Punishing God Xingjie.

Many geniuses in this world have the ability to "take the essence and discard the dross", but when it comes to "making something out of nothing and finding a new path", most people actually walk in mud.

Apart from Que Leihan, apart from himself, looking across the five realms, it would be difficult for Hua Changdeng to see a third true genius!

What is Jianwo's intention, what form of presentation it is, what kind of teachings it incorporates, is it a hodgepodge or a collection of the best of hundreds of schools of thought, is it an innovation or something made out of nothing...

These are still question marks.

To be able to stand out in one of them is already a gift. To say that you have reached the extreme level in all of them is as difficult as reaching the sky!

After all, "three breaths of innateness, three years of sword immortality", for generations, you can always hold back a few.

But for those who follow the new path, don’t you see that some of the ten ancestors have been walking for millions of years, but they can’t even take a single step!

"You're already here, why don't you show up?"

Hua Changdeng didn't want to wait. He wanted to see Jianwo now to see if it was a mystery or something serious.

Bazun knew it but did not accept the attack head on.

Hua Changdeng is so anxious, obviously he has other considerations, and it has something to do with the Third Patriarch's plan.

And he has been waiting for thirty years, and he is not in a hurry at the moment. There are all kinds of things, how can Xu Xiaoshou be important?

"I'm in Gujin Wangyou Tower. If you can get in, I'll fight with you. If you can't get in, just wait."

Once the words are said, no more entanglement.

The sword thoughts on Xiao Kongtong's body stopped intertwining, and he vomited blood and collapsed. He was struck again and again on the ground. His injuries were extremely serious.

Go, go?

Such an unexpected arrival, such a graceful departure, without any regard for any variables, and without regard for everyone...

"What if he isn't the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Everyone looked at Huasheng Emperor, unsure of his response.

Should we continue the killing spree and force the Eight Masters to show up again, or should they just wait and see if they can't get in as the latter said?

Hua Changdeng frowned and stared at Xiao Kongtong's broken body for a long time.

His ears moved slightly, as if he had received some sound transmission, but he shook his head slightly and finally looked at Mei Siren.

Even though he had just fought with Xiao Kongtong in the past, he was still paying attention to the present of Lingyu Mountain and knew that the Meisi people came from the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower.

"I'll give you an hour."

Hua Changdeng took a deep breath and spoke. This was a concession after taking a half step back, and it was also his expectation and respect for "Sword Wo".

brush!

All eyes in the audience turned to Mr. Siren.

Mei Siren looked at the former student and now the Holy Emperor, opened his mouth, and finally raised his brows high without saying any words.

"Actually, I don't even have the ability to convey messages on my behalf..."

"Just like you can't enter the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, the same goes for me."

Of course, such a price drop would not come out of your mouth.

In front of thousands of people on Lingyu Mountain, Meisi people flicked out a new paper fan and fanned gently, making ink characters fly and snowflakes flying - it was so cold in the ice and snow!

"Awesome, awesome."

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Everyone in the audience was stunned. Is this a mockery?

Mei Siren immediately realized something. Without lowering his head, he calmly turned the fan secretly:

"It's easy to talk about."

…

"Mr. Ba Zunzhen wins."

In the Wangyou Tower of ancient and modern times, Kongyuhen has already gained a second place, but I can still say a few good things.

The Eight Masters just said to open the window.

The windows of the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower can naturally be opened.

The Eight Lords knew what they were planning, and of course they were not looking at the scenery outside the window, but rushing to the battlefield to ease the situation.

It’s natural to understand that I have no time to hate.

Having obtained the second door, this convenience can naturally be given to me, so I did so.

After a fight, he narrowly won by half a move, but he still won.

I hate that I don't know how to pour cold water on it, but I also want to hear Bazunshu's personal evaluation of Huachang Deng.

"It's just a coincidence."

Ba Zunzun didn't take this victory to heart, "We haven't seen him for many years, and he still pretends to be the heir of Yunshan. If he had been surprised earlier, it wouldn't have been so troublesome. It's actually me who should retreat."

"Mr. Ba Zunzhen's sword..." Kong Yuhen tried a little.

"You want to try?"

Seeing that the other person was smiling but not smiling, Kong Yuhen immediately shook his head and changed the subject:

"It can be regarded as a hand-to-hand encounter in advance. Is Mr. Ba Zunzhen sure about the next situation?"

Of course, this is not asking about the situation. Essentially, it is still asking about Huachangdeng. But the war has not really started yet, so who knows whether there will be any changes?

50/50?

Take a gamble?

Ba Zunzhen never said such meaningless words. He stared at the empty space and smiled bitterly: "You have the right to look back at any time. If you want to stand, they can stand. I don't care, but what's wrong with Xu Xiaoshou?"

Of course I didn’t mean this... I didn’t even ask about it. It was indeed easy for people to misunderstand. After my thoughts turned to the other side, I murmured:

"Calculating the time, it should be almost there."

…

"Passive system..."

Xu Xiaoshou was on the hospital bed, holding the Source of Time and Space in his hand, staring at the red interface in front of him and the Gate of Reincarnation, not daring to dwell on it.

The unknown is thunder, and you never know when it will break out.

Since the Time Ancestor gave me the bead that can trace back everything, I have to explore what I should explore and take the risks I should take.

Some secrets have been hidden until today, and it is time to see the truth.

"Come on!"

Holding the golden bead in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou moved his paralyzed body and aimed the Source of Time and Space at the red interface of the passive system.

It is divided into several large passive skill sections, and many passive skill names are listed in them.

But at this moment, they are not the protagonists.

The essence of the passive system is!

"Buzz."

As soon as the golden bead was printed on the red interface, the time and space power in it flowed automatically, turning into lingering golden clouds and smoke, and slowly injected into the interface.

Fluctuation, confusion...

The entire ward space began to distort because of this.

Xu Xiaoshou was nervous and expectant, watching the red interface representing the passive system wrinkle a little bit and collapse towards the center.

He doubted very much whether his passive skills would also disappear after the Source of Time and Space destroyed the passive system.

But he was determined!

If what is given can be taken away at any time, everything is meaningless.

Then from now on, starting from scratch and starting over can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

——At least I woke up early!

"In this case, I have to change my name to Master Xu. I want to take the initiative!"

"Well, it doesn't sound good. Master Xu? Master Xu? Just deify and call him the ancestor."

"It's weird, it's so self-deceiving, ah, so annoying, it's better to be called 'Xu Gusheng'..."

The power of the source of time and space is still going back, and the golden clouds and smoke fill the entire ward, which makes people terrified.

Xu Xiaoshou was thinking wildly, but he didn't want everything to develop in the most extreme direction.

But when he took this step, he also made the worst plan: if his lifelong skills are gone, he will still be accompanied by the way of fame!

This is the perception that he has cultivated by himself.

He is not Xu Xiaoshou, a third-level spiritualist who has only cultivated a sword, Baiyunyouyou, in the outer courtyard for three years. He is Xu Tianjiao, who can integrate all his perceptions and walk out of the new path in half a year!

Along the way, he has already proved that his comprehension is actually quite good, and he has also cultivated the confidence to cultivate the Tao again.

Name, born from the sword thought, rooted in the world, starting from "cognition", relying on "passive" to achieve the Tao, but not like the passive system that is a castle in the air, but has a down-to-earth sense of security.

"At worst, I can return to the peak with my name!"

"By then, I will take back everything that belongs to me and does not belong to me, and I will also see whether that "name ancestor" is true or false!"

Xu Xiaoshou twisted his mouth evilly and clenched his fist viciously, as if this could scare away the unknown fear.

In fact, he also knew that he didn't have much time left.

It's easy to cultivate a name, but under the pressure of Hua Changdeng and the three ancestors, I'm afraid no one will give him time to grow again.

"Time..."

When Xu Xiaoshou thought that he was still in the long river of time and needed a lot of time to cultivate, he had a splitting headache.

But suddenly, in the cold golden clouds in the ward, a low call came from somewhere:

"Meow~"

Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

Greedy God!

He immediately looked around.

But after Greedy God and himself formed a contract, it seemed that he could not come to the ward world behind the second door.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart stabilized instead.

"Yes, I still have Greedy God, I still have the power of devouring..."

Time?

The Devouring Body, growing again, does not need time at all!

If you really want to be pushed to the limit, just start eating. I have the entire Xingjie, I have the four ancestral trees, I have all the resources from zero to the ancestral gods, I have friends and family...

"I am no longer penniless. What am I afraid of?"

Same white ward, completely different life experience. Xu Xiaoshou stared at the scene in front of him blankly, and suddenly smiled with relief

At the same time, when his heart settled down, the power of tracing back to the source of time and space in front of him ended.

"Here it comes!"

In mid-air, the red interface of the passive system disappeared.

Instead, there was a very simple black turntable with a long and thin pointer on it, which seemed to break if it was turned.