Chapter 1869: Late

"Hiss, it's so cold!"

"Damn it, we have to wait for an hour and a half, right?"

"Of course there are, it's been overtime for a long time, I don't think the Eight Lords will come..."

Around Lingyu Mountain, in the cold wind and snow, thousands of figures began to get agitated.

These people came from all over the Five Regions, and their auras were extremely powerful. Most of them came during the waiting period. Among them were ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners, with an average combat power above the throne.

Only those who boasted that they had some means and some self-protection power and were above the throne realm dared to appear on the front battlefield.

At this moment, many people also occupied good positions, opened the palm apricot and golden apricot preaching screens, and conveyed the real-time battle situation to the Five Regions, whispering something.

The number of people watching the battle on the preaching screens of each family was in the hundreds of thousands or even millions.

As for those who had previously made a name for themselves, hired a semi-saint master as their guard, and returned to Lingyu Mountain in a strong manner, the number of people watching the battle on the Golden Apricot preaching screen in real time has exceeded eight digits.

But whether it is on the scene or across the preaching screen, the greater the expectations of the spectators, the greater the disappointment!

"Why hasn't he shown up yet?"

Hongniang muttered, "The Eighth Sword Immortal, or Shouye, any one of them will do..."

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

The situation is so depressing, so deadlocked, and so anxious.

Whether they are holy slaves or non-holy slaves, everyone, whether actively or passively, has been drawn to this Lingyu Mountain.

It's like all the driest firewood in the five domains is piled up in Lingyu Mountain. Whenever there is a little flame, it is not crackling, but a rumbling earthquake, just like a volcanic eruption, enough to detonate the formation of the entire Holy Divine Continent!

There is no flame, not even a spark...

They all seem to be scared away by the three words Hua Changdeng.

The whispers were from the spectators on Lingyu Mountain who dared not speak loudly. Across the preaching screen, the discussions of the apricots from various families were now in full swing:

"So the side he just showed was already the limit of the Eighth Sword Immortal? If he really had to face Hua Shengdi head-on, he actually had no confidence?"

"Brother, this is the real body of the Holy Emperor, who can be sure? If he doesn't come, the Eighth Sword Immortal can still be a legend, but if he comes, that means the legend has fallen!"

"But everyone is waiting, how can he be a coward?"

"Hehe, I didn't believe it before, but now it seems like this, what can I say, anyway I think Hua Changdeng has given enough face, but Ba Zun'an is a bit ungrateful! "

"Sure enough, I predicted it. My evaluation is: useless Ba Zun'an!"

"To be honest, he dares not show his face. He is indeed useless! Not as good as Shouye!"

"Yes, although Shouye also hid, he is young and can be forgiven."

"Forgive bullshit, I have to spare one hand to watch the fight when I am cheating in the master's house. Why doesn't Ba Zun'an come? It's a waste of my time! Damn..."

As time went by, the discussion was completely one-sided at this time. Not many people were optimistic about the Eighth Sword Immortal and Shouye.

Because of their temperaments, if they didn't come out in an hour, it would have explained the problem.

It's a long time overtime, so the problem should be big.

If they come, they will probably lose!

"Heh."

Under the attention of the crowd, Hua Changdeng, who was facing hundreds of preaching pictures, was like a sculpture in the wind and snow, and remained still for a long time.

Suddenly, he moved.

He let out a sigh of relief, raised his eyelids slightly, and the snow on his body fell down. The spectators from all over the five regions were immediately worried.

Everyone realized that the sparks did not fall, and the anger of Emperor Hua was ignited!

"Mr. Siren, you should know what I want to say."

Hua Changdeng still held the copper lamp, and the ghost hunter was quietly tucked on his waist. He looked calm, but his words were sharp:

"An hour has passed, and I give you the face of the Eight Lords."

"Take my sword, half an hour, and I also give you the face."

"I don't have much patience."

Opposite him, in the middle of a group of young ancient swordsmen, Mei Siren's temples were stained with blood, and his clothes were torn.

There was a blood hole as big as a newborn baby's head on his chest, and his chest penetrated his back, and even a corner of his beating heart could be seen faintly.

Although the blood color stopped, there was sword energy running through the wound, preventing recovery.

"Hehe... Hehe..."

Mei Siren took in more air than he exhaled, and leaned on his sword with his hand.

Taicheng Sword could only barely support his body, so that he would not faint on the ground like Xiao Kongtong next to him, and thus retain the last bit of the spirit of an ancient sword cultivator.

In fact, Mei Siren's eyes were black from time to time, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the old man was dying.

"Pills! Pills!"

Xiao Wanfeng shouted anxiously a few times.

Mr. Siren had a good reputation in the Five Domains, and from afar, the rich Taixu immediately threw another golden bottle to help the poor ancient sword cultivator.

Xiao Wanfeng poured out the medicine and fed it to the old man: "Mr. Siren, this time it is the blessing of God... Eat, eat quickly, it can prolong your life!"

The people around were silent.

A god's blessing can only keep Mei Siren alive for half a quarter of an hour, but what is the point of insisting on waiting for support?

Hua Changdeng can destroy Mei Siren, the first-tier ancient sword cultivator in the Five Regions, with one sword. What if the Eighth Sword Immortal, Shou Ye, really comes?

"Gululu."

Mei Siren swallowed the pill.

As soon as the medicinal power was refined, he felt refreshed.

The tinnitus faded away, the dizziness decreased, and the three strange black spots blocking the world in front of me were reduced by half...

In good condition!

Mei Siren touched his chest and stretched out his hand to touch his back. It was such a novel experience. He quickly pulled it back and accidentally touched his beating heart...

"hiss!"

It was as if chili powder had been sprinkled on the wound, it was burning and painful.

interesting!

It’s getting a little hot!

Mei Si didn't even lower his head at all, he pulled out the Taicheng sword and asked in a low voice to the young man next to him whose face he couldn't see clearly: "The time is up, isn't it?"

"Yeah!" Xiao Wanfeng nodded heavily, "I arrived half an hour early, but he actually gave me a little more time..."

"Be particular about it."

Mei Siren nodded, then his eyes were clear, his chest was straightened out, and he looked at Hua Changdeng again with high fighting spirit: "Hua Xiaozi, the old man has recovered as before. One more sword attack and it will take half an hour!"

hiss!

When this sentence came out, everyone who was watching the battle in Qingyuan Mountain or watching through the screen took a breath of cold air.

Old man, are you serious?

How dare you stick your chest out with such a big bloody hole in your chest?

This bleeding, God’s blessing and hematopoietic power are making ends meet!

"Where are the Eight Masters?"

"Why should Mr. Si Ren take the lead? He is just an old man and he can't carry it anymore!"

"Speaking of the younger generation, why doesn't anyone dare to stand up and take the sword? What about Gu Qing'er? Isn't he also a swordsman? Why is he so timid?"

"That's right. If you want to trade war for time and still want to wait for those two losers, then let's have a wheel-to-wheel battle. What's going on with the support of the hot-blooded old man?"

"Is it a disease of this era that young people are so useless?"

"..."

The matchmaker didn't even dare to glance at Jin Xing's comment. These people were completely extreme.

Even Mr. Siren can't catch Hua Changdeng's sword. How can anyone in the younger generation be able to catch it?

The only ancient sword cultivator in the field who might be capable of fighting...

She secretly glanced at Gou Wuyue.

The old god Wuyue Sword Immortal is here, looking like he has nothing to do with anything. It is true that he is not a slave of the saint, and there is no need to be involved in such a vortex.

"Meisi people!"

Hua Changdeng's tone was quite impatient: "If you want to die, I can help you, but before you die, do what you say, go back to the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, and call out the Eight Masters."

Mei Siren stepped forward and was about to speak when the wound was pulled and he grimaced in pain. He couldn't even maintain his image and almost fell to the ground.

"Mr. Si Ren..."

Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly helped the old gentleman.

This is really life-threatening. Let alone catching the sword, Mr. Siren will fall down even if Hua Changdeng blows his breath, and then he won't wake up!

"Ho...ho..."

Mei Siren took a deep breath and slowly shook out the paper fan. On the fan was "It's not a big problem." He said weakly:

"Of course I can go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower."

"But the old man also said that the Eight Masters are realizing the key to enlightenment. Two hours are two hours."

"When the time comes, I will go back. If the time is not up, even if you kill me, you will not be able to enter the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower without being invited."

He stroked his beard, but his hand was filled with sticky, dark blood. He didn't care and smiled: "Young man, haste makes waste, let's strike again."

absurd!

Hua Changdeng really didn't want to kill the Meisi people, but now he couldn't restrain his murderous intention at all.

An hour passed before, and Mei Siren came forward to take the sword, daring to use "Mr. Siren's" reputation in the five regions as a guarantee:

He could go back to Gujin Wangyou Tower, but the Eight Masters were enlightening, and it would take half an hour to go back. It was already a great honor to use Xiao Kongtong's body to come out, and he didn't want to disturb him by going back early.

Enlightenment?

good! You can understand!

Hua Changdeng knows that the Eight Masters cannot come out of seclusion, and must be enlightening a great Tao. He also hopes to face the stronger Eight Masters, looks forward to his "Sword Self", and looks forward to the concept of Sword Self.

He took the initiative to wait for an hour.

After receiving the sword, the Meisi people did not die, but it took an hour and a half.

Now when the hour comes, you change your words to "two hours". Are there still two hours after two hours?

"Mr. Siren's reputation..."

Hua Changdeng's eyes flashed with cold light.

This is to show that the reputation of Meisi people is worthless.

This old guy might not even be able to go back to Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower. He was just performing the "drag" technique the whole time. Hua Changdeng could really pull out his sword and kill himself.

"In order to wait for him, I have broken trust over and over again."

"I might as well tell you that you are short of time and I am also in a hurry. One and a half hours is already my biggest concession."

Hua Changdeng slowly raised the copper lamp in his hand, with a cold expression on his face: "Since Mr. Siren cannot return to the ancient and modern Wangyou Tower by himself, and it is so difficult to invite the eight acquaintances, I will lend you your soul and I will take the initiative to go to the building. Meet him in the past.”

laugh!

The copper lamp candle flickered.

The atmosphere in Lingyu Mountain seemed to be ignited. Everyone was looking forward to it. Meisi people's pupils were shocked, and they managed to lift the Taicheng Sword in their hands...

"Keng——"

At this moment, the sound of swords sounded.

Stuck between Huachangdeng and the Meisi people, he was thrown heavily by a blue and white three-foot long sword from the mountain with a dragon and a phoenix carved on it.

Divine Sword Xuan Cang!

With a flick of the brush, thousands of people in the mountain were stunned for a moment, then turned their gazes with different expressions on their faces.

And as the scenes of various palm apricot missions came into focus again, spectators from all over the five regions saw a slightly immature face appearing on the screen, looking like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Xuancang Divine Sword? Rao Jianxian's sword?"

"Who is this young man? How come he has the Xuan Cang Divine Sword?"

"I have told you more than thirty times to pay attention to the young man next to Mr. Siren. I said this sword looks like Xuan Cang. You don't believe it..."

"How dare he come out?"

"Young hero, you are so brave!"

"I would like to call you the strongest young man besides Shou Ye!"

"..."

The moment he threw Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted that he was impulsive.

It wasn't Xuan Cang's guidance, it was just that as soon as the blood went to his head, he couldn't see Mr. Siren fighting all his life alone, so he did it without thinking too much.

And when the eyes of the whole mountain turned around, there were those from the Sword Tomb, those from Shenyue Immortal City, those from the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, and even the Sword Immortal like Gou Wuyue who emerged from the mortal world...

He also knew that there were many people watching the battle in the Five Realms at this moment, and they were even more attracted by his actions. It would be a lie to say that Xiao Wanfeng did not feel a surge of pride in his heart for that moment.

"Woo..."

But as his mind moved, he heard Xuan Cang's mournful cry again.

This sword, which usually always provokes him and others to cause some trouble, now clearly wants to draw the sword and leave quickly. Don't try to steal the limelight!

Go?

Xiao Wanfeng is not someone who likes to show off his strength.

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But when he saw the weeds and gravel on the mountain from Mr. Siren's back through the blood hole, he took a deep breath and stepped forward to stop Mr. Siren back.

He placed himself directly in front of Hua Chang Deng.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Gu Qing'er's face was shocked. He was embarrassed, excited, unwilling to be robbed of the first place, but more importantly, he was filled with admiration.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Lei Shuangxing unconsciously took half a step forward. Before that, he had never known this person in his mind. He only knew that this person named Xiao was the tea-server on the first floor in the sky.

"Xiao Wanfeng..." Everyone in the wine shop who had seen Xiao Wanfeng kill Taixu with his sword in Fusangcheng, even the semi-saints, now had expressions of disbelief on their eyes. The person surnamed Hua was not Taixu!

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

When the preachers of each family pronounced this name, people from all over the Five Realms truly knew this young man.

They watched the young man stop the old man with one hand, and with his own strength, he held the night haze across the five realms on his thin and immature shoulders.

They watched the young man lower his head, his whole body trembling, his fists clenched, but he was fighting stubbornly, his neck was red and his veins were bulging, like a bright flower blooming with full vitality.

"Master Xu, if you were me, what would you do at this time?" Xiao Wanfeng's mind was filled with thoughts, and he tried hard to raise his head, raise his head, raise his head...

Lift your head, Xiao Wanfeng!

It’s just Hua Changdeng, it’s just the Holy Emperor. He raised his head and looked directly at the swordsman gods and Buddhas in his eyes!

"drink!"

Xiao Wanfeng shouted angrily, raised his head suddenly, and looked straight ahead.

The pupils dilated in an instant.

…

"Woo——"

The whole world became dark.

Everyone around Lingyu Mountain and in the distance disappeared.

The scream of a fierce ghost in the distance penetrated into my mind, the invisible shadow scratched my ears and my heart, and the noise became even more harsh.

The sky and the earth are covered by night.

Above Qing Ming, a pair of strange and cold ghost eyes were opened, and the crack was opened to reveal the face of a fierce ghost that was one foot long and thousands of feet tall.

Fallen gods and Buddhas with three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, and spirits of evil beasts from outside the realm emerged. They roared from the heavens, and in an instant, the stars withered.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

The heaven and the earth will break apart, and the Tao will collapse.

Thunder disasters and storms continued throughout the world, as if the end of the world was coming, and all the unknown creatures that were watching with eager eyes fell into Fengdu.

"Buzz!"

As his mind was shaken, Xiao Wanfeng turned pale and finally got a clear look at the person in front of him.

The Huachang lantern stood quietly in place.

The entire scenery of Lingyu Mountain collapsed as he looked at it, and gradually rose up into the scene of eighteen layers of hell.

The Lords of Hell in the ten palaces are hidden around them, each holding a weapon, their huge size covering the sky, with a playful look on their face.

The turbid yellow Wangchuan River rolled down from the merciless waterfall above Jiutian, easily submerging the former Jade Capital, submerging the Zhongyuan Realm, and flooding the Southern Territory.

The river water covered the feet, half of the body, chest, chin...

"Hmm."

asphyxia!

Absolute suffocation!

The feeling of powerlessness without any struggle or resistance!

It turns out that just standing in front of him requires you to withstand such terrifying pressure. What Mr. Mito was facing alone just now...

In the drowning-like suffocation, all the illusions created by the pressure created by Hua Changdeng's unintentional momentum were broken by his hoarse voice:

"Young man, I said, I don't have much patience anymore..."

Xiao Wanfeng was shocked when he heard the sound, and woke up as if from a dream. He immediately supported his knees - he almost fell to the ground.

He raised his head and looked ahead.

All illusions are false.

Lingyu Mountain is still Lingyu Mountain, and Huachangdeng is just Huachangdeng, just such a weak person.

He is human and I am human too.

He practices swordsmanship, and I practice swordsmanship.

Zhan Zhan couldn't do it, after all, it was several generations apart, and the time to practice Taoism was too reluctant.

But if Xu Shaolai simply "speaks", he can buy some time for himself, right?

Me, can I?

Xiao Wanfeng didn't know, so he could only do his best.

While recalling Xu Shao's tongue sword skills, he managed to straighten his back, took a deep breath, and solemnly clasped his fists:

"Senior Hua!"

This is not the time to be humble…

It's time to show off, it's time to release your own light, it's time to take the lead...

He said solemnly: "Junior Xiao Wanfeng has some understanding of ghost swordsmanship. I hope Senior Hua will not hesitate to give..."

Bang!

…

The world is quiet.

Xiao Wanfeng felt a pain between his brows.

Immediately, the cold wind came in from the back of the holed head, stirring up his brain.

The moment he flew out, time slowed down.

The flying snow stopped in the void in front of me, dancing like a butterfly at an extremely slow speed.

It is mocking its own ignorance and weakness!

Xiao Wanfeng finally saw it. Hua Changdeng pointed his finger in the distance - it wasn't even a ten-segment sword finger, it was just such an ordinary, ordinary finger.

My vision is so blurry, it's like I've lost half of the world.

It wasn't until that hateful snowflake was shattered by a flying eyeball and scattered in all directions that Xiao Wanfeng felt the coldness.

"It's so cold..."

He shuddered.

The flow of time seems to have returned to normal.

He passed by Mr. Mi Ren, and when he turned around to look at him, he could see that the old man's eyes were about to burst, his beard was exploding, like an angry lion, and he was yelling at something...

"I can't seem to hear...Mr. Mito..."

He smashed through the flying snow and fell through the air. From the corner of his eye, he could see the fourth son of the Sword Burial Tomb standing not far behind him, who was a few years older than him.

They hurried forward, with expressions of shock, confusion, and collapse on their faces.

Su Qianqian...

Xiao Wanfeng also saw Su Qianqian, who was the same age, with an anxious look on her face as she suddenly pulled out a black broad sword. It was the famous sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Ancestor, but was stopped by the three senior brothers in front of her, and the scene turned dim. .

"Senior brothers are right...you can't be impulsive...it's not anyone...it's all Mr. Xu..."

Falling from high to low, Xiao Wanfeng once again saw the laughing Kongtong lying on the ground, the tears that stopped after raising his steps, Feng Tingchen who sighed long and short, and the Moonless Sword Immortal who was not squinting. …

Life is so fragile.

Life can last a hundred years for a mortal, or it can fly upside down and hit the ground to death after just one finger.

"I will become the first ancient sword cultivator in history to be thrown to death..."

When his thoughts finally flashed like this, Xiao Wanfeng saw that Shanshan was too late to call for help and failed to block the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

He could vaguely feel the apology conveyed by Xuan Cang who couldn't help but be shocked. There was no need to apologize, it was me who was impulsive.

The sounds of the world fade away little by little.

The picture from the one-eye perspective is also a little bit darker.

Along with taste, touch and other functions, it seems that the functions have begun to become disordered, and he starts to tease himself mischievously.

cold!

pain!

There is everything, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

"Snow……"

Xiao Wanfeng's eyelids were so heavy that they were just a few flakes of flying snow, but he was so arrogant that he wanted to bury himself.

It’s crazy, this snow!

I'm really unwilling...

It turns out that this is what death feels like...

The five senses were clearly gone, but Xiao Wanfeng could clearly understand the distance between himself and the earth, and the distance between himself and death, just after this thought.

"Ouch."

There was no abnormal sound when it hit the ground.

Xiao Wanfeng heard a subtle sound of breaking wind.

He could have foreseen a long time ago that after he landed, his entire body, soul, and consciousness would completely fall apart due to force and seizure.

No!

No?

Xiao Wanfeng tried his best to raise the eyelid of his left eye, wanting to have another glimpse of the beauty of the world. It was like a flashback, and he did it.

The touch comes back.

He realized that he was being held up by a broad and strong arm, which prevented him from smashing to the ground.

Vision comes back.

In the dim and hazy world, where only black and white remained, he caught a glimpse of a blurry face with his peripheral vision.

It was just a profile of his face, and he could only see his strong jawline and the slightly exposed corners of his lowered eyes with his black hair hanging down and swaying.

"Although it was difficult, you did it. You protected Mr. Mito."

"Hmm...?!" Xiao Wanfeng recognized that eye and heard the mellow voice. At this moment, the world was filled with light. His whole body was shaken, and he opened his mouth to speak in excitement, and then he vomited blood. .

"right."

He clearly couldn't say anything.

But this man seemed to know what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask. He lowered his chin and whispered:

"I am Ba Zunzhen."

"I'm late."