Chapter 332 The Eighth Sword Immortal?

Boom!

Boom!

Two pieces of corpses fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Previously, Xu Xiaoshou's punch had created a vacuum of ten miles, and after the vacuum, thousands of people exclaimed.

Now, when the sloppy uncle slashed out with his sword, everything was silent!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

What kind of immortal sword was this!

This sword was like Kunwu, which could cut through the nine heavens, and it was like the east sea of ​​clouds, splitting the river and stopping the flow.

Not only was Chongdong split in half by this sword.

That long black line in the void was even connected to the sky, as if it would never end.

"One sword is eternal, nothing can compare to this!"

Finally, after someone exclaimed, the scene exploded.

All the sword cultivators present watched their swords soar into the air, as if all the swords returned to their origin, and they worshiped the sloppy man in the center of the battle.

In their hearts, each of them had a legend.

Everyone's face flushed red, and their fists clenched tightly.

That legend, in the East Region, in this place where sword cultivators gather, is a god!

No one else!

Even if you look at the entire Holy Divine Continent, even if the legend is short-lived, it has left a strong and colorful mark in this piece of history!

"A sword comes from the East, a sword immortal, drunkenly leaning on the underworld and walking in the blue sky?"

Finally, someone couldn't hold it in anymore and said this legend out.

At this moment, all the other sword cultivators...looked at him angrily.

"What a joke!"

"Even if the Eighth Sword Immortal casually strikes a sword, how can this sword be compared to it?"

"Look at who he killed, just a throne!"

"Who is this? Chongdong, Commander Chong? Very impressive? Not necessarily!"

"You dare to associate a throne with the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Not to mention that the Eighth Sword Immortal has already fallen, just such a weak sword, how dare you make such a bold association and directly link it to the Eight...Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"Absurd!"

"Funny!"

"Extremely ridiculous!"

"..."

The first person who spoke was directly sprayed by everyone.

Indeed, the legend of the Eighth Sword Immortal is a household name in the Eastern Region.

His existence, for sword cultivators, is faith, is God!

How could a God suddenly come to the world and strike such a weak sword?

Chongdong...

Just a throne...

In normal times, he may indeed be a great figure, but to be compared with the gods in everyone's mind...

Absurd!

The person who spoke up felt very aggrieved, and he also knew that if he was the first to speak, he would definitely be criticized to death by everyone.

But he couldn't hold it back!

He was also a fan of the Eighth Sword Immortal, so how could he not know the man's famous skills?

"You can criticize me, but look carefully at the sword just now, isn't it the Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Big Buddha Slash'?"

Now, everyone was silent.

For a long time.

"Indeed, it looks like..."

"Like a fart!"

Someone was angry on the spot.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal's 'Big Buddha Slash', you talk about it as if you are qualified to see it. Your superficial understanding is nothing but hearsay."

"Are the things seen from the spiritual skill copies real?"

"Is the 'Big Buddha Slash' so weak?"

"Let alone other things, how many imitation spiritual skills of this style have you seen?"

"There must be at least 10,000 of them. You are blaming everything on the Eighth Sword Immortal, come on!"

"Take a step back, this is the 'Big Buddha Slash', but where is the 'Buddha', where is the phantom of the Big Buddha?"

"This is a pirated spiritual skill, an ironclad fact!"

The crowd was in an uproar and were about to fight on the spot.

Fortunately, there were still a few people in the Imperial Guards who did not hold swords and had a calm mind, and they immediately pulled the more impulsive partner beside them.

This prevented the Imperial Guards from injuring people.

Yuan Sandao was also silent.

Indeed, there are many copies of the "Big Buddha Slash", and even the original is not only known by Ba Zun'an.

At least as far as he knew, this spiritual skill was in the lineage of the direct descendants of the Cangyue Immortal City.

Being able to use half of the "Great Buddha Slash" had nothing to do with the Eight Venerables.

He could only prove from the side that the man in front of him might really be from the Cangyue Immortal City.

At least, the relationship was not weak!

As for why he answered his question with "wrong"...

To be honest, Yuan Sandao did not intend to get the most truthful answer from the other party from the beginning.

Snap!

At this moment, a purple box fell out of Chongdong's broken body.

As soon as the box fell to the ground, it opened with a snap, and then a light and shadow appeared, and Chongdong's form emerged.

Yuan Sandao immediately stepped forward and blocked the sloppy uncle's path.

The uncle raised his eyebrows, but did not step forward, but calmly watched the purple box operate.

After the light and shadow appeared in the box, a flash of inscriptions flashed.

The next moment, a purple wormhole appeared, and Chongdong's body that fell on both sides was sucked in.

At this moment, the world trembled, as if the rules of heaven were forcibly changed, and the clouds of disaster gathered, and the sky suddenly became dark.

There was a thunderbolt from the blue sky, but the target could not be found.

After the black clouds of disaster in the sky retreated, the wormhole reappeared, and a brand new Chong Dong fell out.

His body was perfectly restored, and even the broken fingers were connected.

It was as if the rules of time and space were reversed and replaced. The box took out a brand new Chong Dong from the previous time and space and replaced him.

But memories cannot be replaced.

The newly born Chongdong had a pale face and weak limbs. As soon as he appeared, he fell to the ground.

Yuan Sandao put away his sword and protected him.

"Tianxuan Pearl?"

For the first time, the uncle's eyes flashed with surprise, and he exclaimed: "How could you have Daoqiongcang's Tianji Box?"

Daoqiongcang?

Yuan Sandao's pupils shrank when he heard this name, and his heart was full of horror again.

Who is Daoqiongcang?

Kui Leihan, Ba Zun An, the mysterious Daoqiongcang!

These are the top three giants among the ten thrones in the Central Region, the current master of the Holy Spirit Hall, and the first Tianji sorcerer of the Holy Spirit Continent.

This guy...

Actually read out this name in such a calm tone?

You know, the name of the master of the Holy Spirit Hall is not allowed to be mentioned by mortals.

Even if it is a spirit refiner, when addressing, it is generally replaced by the word "master".

Who is this guy...?

Is he of the same generation as Daoqiongcang? Have you fought with him? Or do you have some other unknown special relationship?

Yuan Sandao's heart was suppressed and he took a deep breath.

He knew that today's matter might end in failure.

But even so, he still had to speak out and ask the third question due to his duty!

"You should know that the mainland clearly stipulates that the masters of the throne cannot take action. They must either enter the realm or enter the semi-empty sky."

"But, you took action directly like this and hurt tens of thousands of innocent people in Tiansang City. It's really a big mistake!"

"If the Holy Temple investigates, even if you transcend the throne and transcend the way of beheading, what will happen? In the end, you will still die?"

Yuan Sandao turned the blade and stood it on his chest, slowly saying: "My third question is, why did you take action?"

Such a strong man really doesn't need to humiliate himself like this!

Took action in Tiansang City?

Too stupid!

Yuan Sandao felt that there must be some secrets that cannot be told.

The uncle smiled again.

Chongdong was able to revive by his own ability, which was his strength. For him, this matter was over.

He had his own principles in mind when doing things, and he only killed once.

Leaving Chongdong aside, he responded to Yuan Sandao's question.

"First of all, I am not the throne, as you can see, I am just a post-natal, the rules of the continent cannot bind me!"

Yuan Sandao's mouth twitched.

The uncle was not finished yet, and continued: "Secondly, although I have explained it, I want to explain it again. It was not me who hurt the innocent people in Tiansang City."

"If it's not you, who else could it be?"

Yuan Sandao sneered. Could it be the body next to you that was broken into several pieces?

"It was him."

The uncle kicked the sack on the ground and said, "What he did has nothing to do with me."

Yuan Sandao was out of breath.

This sack was not covered at all. He had already explored it. There was only a congenital junior in it, and he was still dying.

This fucking thing, he hit the ground of Tiansang City?

Are you kidding me? !

Hmm?

You are just blaming someone who can't talk. You really think you can just throw dirty water on him?

Ridiculous!

"So, why are you here?"

Yuan Sandao said coldly.

He didn't bother to care about other things, but he had to figure out the purpose of the man's attack.

He couldn't say nonsense like "I came here to save the kid in the sack. If I didn't save him, he would be killed by the corpse on the side"!

"Haha!"

Yuan Sandao was amused by his own thoughts.

In this case, it's not that the other party has a problem, but that the other party thinks that he, like him, has a brain disease!

However, the uncle kicked the sack.

"To be honest, I came here to save this kid."