Chapter 555 I’m Sorry!

"Who is this?"

The old man in a straw hat appeared with a domineering aura, holding a sword in the air in the midst of the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth. The hearts of the people in red clothes tightened.

The skinny figure, the temperament of the twilight years, the iconic straw hat, the thick dark circles under the eyes...

The night watchman swallowed hard.

The words of the storyteller just now echoed in his ears again.

"Second brother, take the sword!"

So, this person...

Lan Ling also cast his eyes over, with a difficult and tacit nod.

"It's him!"

In the information from outside.

The second-in-command of the Holy Slave who killed Wuyue Sword Immortal in Qinglong County, the old man nicknamed Wuxiu, is dressed exactly like the person who appeared at this moment?

"But, shouldn't the second-in-command of the Holy Slave have retreated with injuries?"

"Even Wuyue Sword Immortal was injured after that battle."

"Wuxiu, how could he recover to this state so quickly?"

The people in red clothes were all puzzled.

Look at this momentum!

That person just stood there holding a sword in the air, and the whole place was dead silent.

Even the storyteller looked frozen, unable to speak for a long time.

The broken space, under the pressure of that person's momentum that seemed to swallow up the mountains and rivers, even slowed down its recovery speed.

"Wu Xiu didn't escape, but entered the Bai Ku space first after failing to kill Wu Yue Jian Xian?"

"Then, wait for an opportunity to move?"

Almost at the same time, all the red-clothed people had this inference in their minds.

It was as if a haze had descended on their hearts.

A storyteller who was the seventh in command of the Saint Slave had tortured everyone here like this.

Now, there was another Saint Slave, the second in command?

How should this battle be fought?

Is the Saint Slave crazy?

Gathering together in the Bai Ku, aren't they really afraid of being wiped out by the white-clothed? !

...

Everything was silent.

Xu Xiaoshou held the sword in one hand and the straw hat in the other.

He did not speak, but his momentum was constantly accumulating.

In such a depressing atmosphere, no one dared to question him.

The storyteller's voice of "Second brother, take the sword" was too confusing.

No one would question the identity of a person who was recognized by the Seventh Hand of the Holy Slave.

Not to mention the figure of Xu Xiaoshou standing with the sword at this moment, under the effect of "Swallowing Mountains and Rivers", he left a deep imprint on everyone's soul when he appeared on the stage.

"Ah!!!"

The red twin dragon python entrenched in the shattered space was groaning in pain.

The evil spirit of the four swords was too terrible.

No matter how tenacious the resistance was, he was not a sword cultivator and had never mastered the sword thought, so he could not resist the power of the Eighth Sword Immortal's sword in the past.

The calamity cloud had long dispersed.

But the remaining power in the body was enough to destroy the huge red twin dragon python.

No one paid attention to the dying ghost beast.

Even if the moaning sound was miserable, everyone's eyes were still fixed on the old man in the straw hat.

...

In the distance.

The storyteller's face was a little dull.

Unlike others who were surprised by the strong appearance of the second brother.

His eyes were fixed on the withered right hand holding the four swords.

How dare you?

Even if you are the second brother, not a sword cultivator, how dare you hold the four swords directly?

"Second brother, you..."

"Shut up."

Xu Xiaoshou pulled his stiff neck, glanced at him coldly, and interrupted the storyteller's words with one word.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

It was not until this time that they realized.

The so-called second-in-command of the Holy Slave, at this moment, was basically the same as Cheng Xingchu at the beginning.

He was also one of the few people who held the four swords but was not demonized!

"This..."

"Evil Sword, approved?"

"Suspected, passive value, +13."

Xu Xiaoshou felt the manic primitive desire in his body that was constantly attacking his soul.

He was trying his best to resist, otherwise he would turn into a violent giant as soon as he squinted his eyes.

The effect of Xin Gugu's special training at that time was reflected at this moment.

With his willpower that was already stronger than that of ordinary people, Xu Xiaoshou tightly grasped the last bit of clarity in his spiritual platform.

But he knew.

The root of preventing himself from completely becoming a demon was not the so-called will.

It was the sword thought!

The sword thought from the sloppy uncle from his own dantian seemed to echo the power of the four swords.

The evil sword was in his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel it trying to approach the power of the sword thought in his dantian.

Some cowardly, some cautious.

And when he really came into contact with the sword thought...

"Boom!"

Xu Xiaoshou's body was suddenly injured by the evil demon's aura.

He tried hard to prevent himself from bleeding and healed his wounds with the help of "Endless Life". He looked calm on the surface.

"Angry?"

Yes.

The strange emotions of the four swords suddenly disappeared when they came into contact with the sword thoughts, and turned into rage.

It seemed that the hope that he had been looking forward to turned into a bubble and shattered.

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel the rage caused by this illusion that was about to break.

"Hold on."

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He didn't understand what the four swords were trying to find out, but if he couldn't hold on to the rage of the evil sword, he couldn't calm the situation...

If one of them is exposed, he will surely die!

"Om--"

The four swords trembled, and the magic pattern became deeper, almost covering Xu Xiaoshou's entire body.

Feelings of powerlessness, lack, weakness...

All kinds of tired emotions attacked from the soul level, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to resist, he knew that if he closed his eyes, he might lose himself directly.

But...

It's too difficult!

How can the power of the four swords be countered by a mere innate?

The heart is bigger than the sky.

But reality always defeats any beautiful fantasy inadvertently.

"It's over, I was too arrogant..."

Just when Xu Xiaoshou felt that he should compromise and hand over his body to the four swords, allowing them to destroy this world at will.

"Om."

Above the dantian, another extremely subtle sword thought that was completely inconspicuous and obscured by various power lights suddenly made a slight sound.

Under the suppression of the major powers such as the Ashes of the Original Seed, the Three-Day Frost Tribulation, and the Great Sword Thought, this insignificant wisp of sword thought, like a silver thread, stood out at this moment.

"My... sword thought?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

This wisp of sword thought, if nothing unexpected happened, should be the sword thought that he had observed from Zang Ku by continuously using the "Sword Viewing Technique".

"So... Sword Viewing Canon?" He was a little confused.

At this moment, the small sword thought moved, and the fierce demon sword thoughts of the four swords suddenly stagnated.

The next second, they rushed to the previously ignored sword thought like crazy.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

When they came into contact, the four swords trembled in an instant.

The rage turned into ecstasy, and the power of the fierce demon began to be continuously injected into this faint sword thought.

It seemed to be caring, nurturing, and nourishing...

"Boom!"

The sky-high sword thoughts suddenly exploded above the Lijian Grassland, directly forcing everyone to retreat in horror.

Xu Xiaoshou regained consciousness and immediately wanted to retract the sword intent into his body.

After all, Old Sang was not a sword cultivator. If he exposed his sword intent at this moment, it would inevitably cause people to doubt him.

But...

"Being feared, passive value, +8."

"Being suspicious, passive value, +19."

"..."

The situation detected by "Perception" did not develop in the direction he expected, but everyone in the audience was shocked!

"There are four swords, approved?"

"How is it possible? The second in command of the Holy Slave is clearly not a sword cultivator, but this sword intent..."

Some red-clothed people hesitated.

After a long time, someone finally woke up and exclaimed: "This is the sword intent of the four swords!"

"Terrible, this is also possible?"

"As expected of a Saint Slave, not only did he take the famous sword, but he also has four swords, and he has a unique method to master them directly?"

"How to fight this?"

"The second in command, the seventh in command, and one with four swords, don't even need to move, just a random swipe, there is no one in the whole venue who can take it, right?" Someone said, looking at Shouye.

Lan Ling looked at the panic on the faces of the red-clothed people.

For a moment, I didn't know what means to use to comfort them.

A storyteller can barely comfort them.

Now, even I can hardly suppress the panic, how can I comfort everyone and regain my fighting spirit?

Shouye frowned and didn't reply.

He stared at the old man who appeared in the void and was in a very wrong state.

After struggling?

Finally suppressed?

Judging from the series of performances of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave, it is not easy for him to control the Four Swords.

But now, it seems to have succeeded?

However, where does this inexplicable sense of familiarity come from?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly appeared in Shouye's mind.

That kid has a black sword, which is very similar to the Four Swords.

The way he drew his sword and looked down at the City Lord's Mansion at that time was exactly like the posture of the old man in the straw hat holding the sword at this moment.

But...

How can a **-grade spiritual sword compare to the Four Swords?

How can a congenital little ant become the second-in-command of the Holy Slave?

"Impossible!"

Shouye shook his head suddenly and immediately denied his absurd idea.

Xu Xiaoshou is indeed a bit mysterious.

But no matter how mysterious he is, can his true identity be the second-in-command of the Holy Slave?

Can he be so strong that the storyteller really shuts up after he says "shut up"?

"Being startled, passive value, +13."

...

"Second brother..."

The storyteller was obviously also frightened by Xu Xiaoshou's posture of controlling four swords.

When did he have this ability?

Could it be that this link was included in the task assigned to him by his brother, so he told him in advance how to control four swords?

"Second brother, take the sword?"

Before he could continue to think, Xu Xiaoshou, who temporarily suppressed the evil spirit and regained a little clarity in his eyes, had already glanced away again.

"Boom!"

Even though Xu Xiaoshou tried his best to suppress it.

But where his eyes were fixed, the power of swallowing mountains and rivers suddenly gathered, directly collapsing the already broken space again.

The storyteller's delicate body trembled violently.

Under this glance, he, who had no intention of resisting at all, felt that he had turned into the most humble ant in the world.

And the second brother was a dazzling existence like the nine-day gods and demons.

"His strength..."

With just one glance, the storyteller knew that the second brother's injury had definitely recovered completely.

Moreover, after more than a decade of tempering and the final battle with Gou Wuyue, his cultivation has definitely undergone earth-shaking changes.

Just a glance, can have such power?

If he really takes action, wouldn't it be the destruction of heaven and earth?

"Well, I was a little too excited just now, and forgot your mission..." The storyteller hesitated and couldn't speak.

The second brother did say that he had his own mission.

But at that time, he had suppressed the whole scene, and all the red-clothed people were afraid of him.

I thought that there was no one who could stop me in the scene.

So, under the influence of high emotions, he even directly said the existence of the second brother.

And now...

The other party is obviously angry!

"It's my fault!"

The storyteller smiled shyly and explained: "But this is also a tactic..."

"Tactics?"

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows under the straw hat and didn't say anything more.

The storyteller's body stiffened directly.

"Inside, inside..."

Thoughts were running wildly, but even if he racked his brains, the storyteller had no words to say.

Although the two sides did not say it clearly before.

But the tacit understanding was that when the storyteller got the four swords, he would try to exchange them with the fake sword in the hands of the second brother without anyone noticing.

At that time, if something unexpected really happened.

Even if the four swords were taken away, what was lost was only the fake.

The real evil sword was already in the hands of the Saint Slave.

But!

At that time, he was really stimulated by the ghost beast, how could the storyteller care so much?

Thinking that he had suppressed the whole scene, he was too lazy to change his sword.

Even, he used the four swords to directly cut the red twin dragon python into a crazy python.

At this moment...

The second brother in his prime came to settle the score, who could bear it?

This is a volatile old man who dares to fight with his brother over a disagreement, and even draws a clear line with a simple sentence "different paths, no plan", and has not been in the Holy Slave for more than ten years!

Let alone now.

Even if the second brother is in a weak state, the storyteller can only joke with him.

If he really wants to make a move...

Even if he has ten courage, the storyteller would not dare to do it!

"I'm sorry."

The storyteller's eyes rolled around, and he was completely helpless. He simply covered his chest and bowed 90 degrees.

If you can't beat him, he apologizes.

If you do something wrong, he admits it.

You, don't be fierce!

"Accepting apology, passive value, +1."

"Accepting dislike, passive value, +1."

The eyes of the red-clothed people who were watching immediately bulged out.

The storyteller who was so arrogant just now bowed?

This is the Holy Slave?

This is the difference between the second-in-command and the seventh-in-command of the Holy Slave?

Although he didn't know what kind of little conflict had happened between the two, he bowed without saying a word?

"Is the gap so big?"

Xin murmured, looking at the straw hat figure holding the sword, a trace of unbearable fear appeared in his eyes.

Is this the existence that can rival the Moonless Sword Immortal?

The storyteller is just a child in front of him!

"Being feared, passive value, +18."

Xu Xiaoshou remained silent.

His dark face made it impossible for people to peek into his inner emotions.

And under the awe-inspiring momentum of Tianwei, he did not move or speak, but in the hearts of everyone, he added a sense of mystery.

But one's own family knows one's own business.

God knows how much pressure Xu Xiaoshou has endured when this party stood up.

He wanted to speak.

He wanted to use his previous long speeches and well-founded truths to refute all doubts.

But the fierce sword intent in his body was too cruel!

Just like meeting their own dear children, the four swordsmen used the means of constantly infusing and stimulating the sword intention that they had realized from observing the sword...

As if they were afraid that the sword intention would grow malnourished.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know whether this change was good or bad.

But now, he couldn't care.

The Dantian originally formed a delicate balance under the mutual restraint of several major forces.

But the evil sword intention entered the body and directly and ruthlessly broke this balance.

The power of the sword intention that continued to grow brought hundreds of times the pain that he endured when observing the sword.

In addition, the gray destructive power that was leaked after the three-day freezing disaster and the original seed of the ashes were broken and leaked out...

And the trembling, occasionally shaking, and then cutting the big sword intention...

It was miserable!

Xu Xiaoshou was really miserable!

He could only try his best to hold out a few words each time, which was already the limit, and he couldn't form a complete sentence at all.

But the accident came so magically.

Under the shock brought by Sang Lao's face.

Everyone present, including the storyteller, not only had no doubts, but would desperately guess what he meant through a few words.

Perhaps, being frugal with words is what a truly powerful person should do?

Is this also the best way for me, as Elder Sang, to speak at this moment?

Inexplicably, I actually understand this well?

"Then..."

Xu Xiaoshou always maintained the "change" to prevent his twitching mouth and eyes from being noticed.

He tightly grasped the four swords, and could not even make a big move. He only slightly moved his eyes and looked at the red twin dragon python in the void that was completely blackened by the crazy sword intent and lost its self-consciousness.

No.

Caramel!

I, Xu Xiaoshou, stand up this time, even if I can't move...

The purpose is all for you.

Ghost beast?

Ghost beast with feelings?

No matter how the outside world will question it in the end, Xu Xiaoshou just wants to stick to his heart at this moment.

"She is just my friend... a friend, that's all."