Chapter 594: The Face of the Saint Slave Leader

"Sword intention?"

At this crucial moment, the sleepy masked man on Cen Qiaofu's back trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as he raised his head, his eyes focused on the rolling dust thousands of miles away.

Then, he turned his head belatedly and looked at the middle-aged man in blue robe who was facing the young man and leaving his back to him.

"Gou Wuyue..."

The masked man murmured in a low voice as if he was reminiscing. His turbid eyes were thinking about something. After a long time, he fixed his eyes on the famous sword in Gou Wuyue's hand, the sound of Nulan.

"Buzz!"

In response to the sound of the sword, there seemed to be a demonic wind blowing up the sky and the earth, whistling continuously, and everyone felt cold in their hearts.

Many white-clothed people were immediately alert, and their attention immediately turned away from the young man in the distance and fell on the awakened masked man.

"Brother!"

The storyteller called out in surprise, "Are you awake?"

"No problem?" Cen Qiaofu asked, his back shook, and the person on him fell down.

"No problem."

The masked man responded, but his foot subconsciously touched the air, and he suddenly realized that he had lost the ability to stay in the air.

He woke up immediately.

The group of people in front of him were talking in the sky!

As expected.

The next second.

"Swoosh!"

The person who fell from Cen Qiaofu's back seemed to have stepped on air in his sleep, and his body fell directly to the ground.

"I..."

The masked man was speechless.

Fortunately, the storyteller reacted very quickly, and his hand touched "Yin Yang Life and Death?", and with a burst of golden light, the masked man had already landed on the space platform he created.

"..."

The whole audience paused for a moment.

Question marks slowly appeared on the faces of many white clothes.

If the information is correct, the person who fell from Cen Qiaofu's back should be the Holy Slave Chief.

But the Holy Slave Chief can't even fly?

"Why are these holy slaves so weird?"

"Forget about that young man, but I thought the Holy Slave Chief was suppressing his cultivation. I never thought that he was really acquired? He can't even fly?"

"Oh my god, what the hell is this!"

The masked man appeared out of the situation, like a shit-stirring stick, and directly shifted the target of the confrontation in the field.

Gou Wuyue turned around and looked back.

He lowered his eyes and saw the masked man who was almost falling to the ground.

"Uh...

The masked man looked up, looking a little embarrassed.

He wanted to speak.

Then he realized that this way of speaking with unequal heights would not only strain his neck, but also make him look weaker than the other party, so he immediately turned his head to look at the storyteller.

The storyteller understood, and with a wave of his hand, the masked man slowly floated into the air.

A group of people in white clothes, dozens of heads, slowly raised their heads as the figure climbed higher.

The scene was simply amazing!

"Is this the rescuer that fell from the sky? "

Xu Xiaoshou, who was far away, was initially pleased with the masked man's appearance and was able to divert Gou Wuyue's attention. He almost spat out blood when he saw this scene.

The opposite side is Wuyue Sword Immortal!

How can I believe that the Holy Slave can escape from this trap if you do this?

This is even more ridiculous than me.

"Drip drip drip..."

The rain kept falling.

The storyteller deliberately slowed down the speed to prevent his brother from encountering a second accident during the ascent.

Until he also realized that the atmosphere was a little wrong, he directly moved and pulled his brother to the same height as Gou Wuyue.

"Ignored, passive value, +782."

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this information.

Who would have thought that when the masked man reached the height, he did not do anything else. The first move was to turn his head and look at him, and waved his hand.

"Come here."

Swish.

The white clothes turned their heads together.

"Being watched, passive value, +783. "

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned green all of a sudden.

He wanted to leave the battlefield.

He didn't even want to stay in the center of the battle for a moment.

But the masked man seemed to know what this guy was thinking, and smiled and said: "You will only die faster if you stay there."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He reacted immediately.

Yes, this is the battle between Zhan Dao and Tai Xu.

Such a small distance is just a stone's throw away for them.

How can you hide?

"Come here."

"Invited, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, dared not think any more, and went directly behind the masked man.

"The battle has begun, remember to block me..."

"Watch it."

The masked man didn't even turn his head and directly interrupted his words.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

"Learn."

"Learn what... huh? "

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly lit up, "Could it be..."

He remembered that the masked man had said something similar when he first met him.

After saying "Your way has long been worn out by others", he directly attacked, severely injuring Xiao Qixiu, Ye Xiaotian, and several elders of the Ling Palace, and escaped easily.

Could it be that at this moment he would also show his divine power and break this space in a snap of his fingers.

Then, under Gou Wuyue's gaze, he led everyone to escape far away as if they had escaped from Tiansang Ling Palace?

Xu Xiaoshou looked expectant.

The storyteller next to him had the same expression, and the stars in his eyes were about to fall out.

Cen Qiaofu took a few steps back.

Once the leader comes out, he is no longer the one who resists the pressure.

The masked man took action without much explanation.

He was like an elder, as if he wanted to give some personal advice, so he took a step forward and took a step forward.

"wait……"

Before the storyteller could finish his frightened words, the masked man shuddered and fell forward.

"Certainly!"

There was a crash, and the storyteller on the side hurriedly scratched on the ancient book, and then lengthened the length of the invisible space platform to prevent the masked man from stepping in the air and falling again.

?

The anticipation among the people in white clothes turned into shock, and they were all stunned.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He took a long breath, but was choked and coughed repeatedly.

This is special, are you kidding me? !

The masked man turned around and glared rather angrily, and then the storyteller shrank his neck in disbelief, as if he had completely forgotten the predicament just now, and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Gou Wuyue?"

The Saint Slave side, which was almost completely overwhelmed by the momentum of the white-clothed camp, saw its sword intent broken open by these indifferent words.

The masked man's shoulders were still hunched, but when he relaxed slightly, it felt as if the sky was about to be pierced.

It seemed that nothing in this world could restrain him.

"Momentum?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

This scene is very much like the last look when I encountered such a predicament in the fantasy world of "Swallowing Mountains and Rivers".

In this world, a person who truly possesses absolute self-confidence cannot be crushed by any momentum, even if he seems to only be in the acquired realm.

"Sword Intent!"

"This guy is also an ancient sword cultivator. He broke through the crushing force of Senior Wuyue's sword in one fell swoop!"

"Good guy, what kind of realm is this?"

"He is also a swordsman, so it's so easy..."

"Are you kidding me? Is this the Sword Immortal? There are only seven Sword Immortals in the world. Who has this guy's name?"

"Then he..."

"Senior Wuyue didn't show his true intentions at all. His sword intention was just used to fight against that young man, so it is completely insignificant!"

"Oh, is that really the case?"

The voice transmission channel in Baiyi immediately became noisy.

The rain was dripping, and beneath the quiet scene, there was a turbulent situation.

Everyone could see that at this time, the masked man was really facing Gou Wuyue. In other words, it was hard steel!

"You recognize me."

There was no trace of surprise in Gou Wuyue's tone.

He could directly tell from the two words "Gou Wuyue" when the masked man first woke up and now that the man opposite him, with his head and face covered, really knew him.

Therefore, there was no doubt in the voice.

"Buzz!"

The sound of swords sounded.

Gou Wuyue lowered his head and held the famous sword Nulan's voice tightly.

Ever since the masked man woke up, Nulan's voice seemed to be aware of an enemy of the same level, and the vibrations were terrifyingly strong.

How many years has this scene been seen?

Gou Wuyue frowned and said, "But you recognize me, but I don't seem to recognize you?"

"As for the famous ancient sword cultivators in the world, there is no one I don't recognize, so I should also recognize you."

"Who are you?"

The masked man looked away from the famous sword Nulan's voice and curled his fingers. His hands were empty.

"The first seat of the Holy Slave."

After saying nonsense, the masked man continued: "But these are not important. What is important is that today's matter can be settled here."

He glanced at the white clothes around him and nodded slightly.

"The formation is very good, but give me some face and let's all break up. Everyone goes back to his home."

ha?

The people in white clothes were stunned.

Where did this idiot come from? ?

Even if the young man was naive and cute before, why is this leader of the Saint Slave so conceited?

face……

With such a tone, you really don’t take everyone here seriously!

"Hahaha!"

Among the people in white clothes, someone finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

Do these two people really think that they came here in Baiyi like this just to make a joke?

A burly figure shot out from the crowd, flicked his sleeves and robe, and said angrily:

"Who cares about you? Let's wait until you're done!"

"There are seven white-clad teams here, plus a 'Kingdom Overturning Sky Cover', and seven to eight hundred Holy God Guards are used for off-site support. Even Taixu can't break it."

"Are you holy slaves a gathering of clowns? Do you really think you can stand up to the sky with just a few words?"

"In my opinion, Senior Wuyue doesn't need to talk nonsense with them anymore, he can just kill them!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the white man underneath could no longer stand.

"The enemy!"

"Senior Wuyue, don't tell them, it's been taking too long, maybe..."

"Bah, just do it and it'll be over!"

Obviously, what seemed to be a very indifferent fact to the masked man actually became a mocking statement in the ears of this group of people.

After spending so much manpower and material resources, they didn't come here just to listen to the show.

Gou Wuyue frowned but didn't say anything.

The burly white man in Feikong seemed to have received an order. He straightened his chest and stared at the masked man with scorching eyes.

"The Overturning Sky Cover?"

The masked man murmured: "I heard a little bit...but, who are you?"

"My name is Cheng Yuan!"

"How old?"

"Thirty-two!" Cheng Yuan was proud. He was thirty-two years old and could be in white clothes. He was indeed something to be proud of.

"What cultivation level?"

"The throne! But under the amplification of the 'Overthrowing Heavenly Cover', his strength is comparable to that of a slash..."

Swish!

There was no movement at all, but there was a slight sizzle in the void, and Cheng Yuan's words stopped abruptly.

A stream of blood fell directly into the air.

The next second, Cheng Yuan's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to pinch his neck tightly.

But the gurgling blood seeped out from between his fingers, directly dyeing his white robe red.

"Who do I care who you are?"

"But with the cultivation of a throne, you are only 32 years old. At best, you are just a young man."

"Then, when the adults are talking, don't interrupt."

The masked man looked away indifferently and looked at Gou Wuyue: "He has three minutes to live. If he is not rescued in time, he will die soon."

"I don't want to kill anyone."

"But if the people you bring are all this kind of stuff, once the war starts, your loss will be greater than mine."

He seemed to be stating a fact, his voice was calm and peaceful.

The white-clothed man was frightened at the same time.

Senior Wu Yue made a move and even drew his sword.

But no one could see what the masked man did.

The man was directly killed? !

"Three minutes..."

The white-clothed man hurriedly took Cheng Yuan from the earrings, and the emergency personnel immediately rushed over and pulled the man to the back.

The scene was dead silent for a while.

Gou Wuyue's eyes sank slightly.

His eyes fell on the masked man's two curled fingers half hidden under his sleeves, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Ten-segment sword finger?"

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised and looked down, and indeed saw the masked man's curled fingers.

This move was exactly the move he used to break the dean's arm in Tiansang Ling Palace.

At the same time, it was exactly the same as the two fingers that the sloppy uncle used to destroy the red dog!

"You can call me whatever you want, but I still say that this game is best to end." The masked man said calmly.

Xu Xiaoshou felt what a real ruthless person was.

Under the heavy siege of the white-clothed people, he didn't even want to say a word, and directly chose to hurt people.

How much courage does this have?

Gou Wuyue looked at the masked man's fingers and was a little stunned.

At this moment, the famous sword in his hand seemed to tremble more violently.

"Good!"

"What a 'Ten-segment Sword Finger'!"

Gou Wuyue laughed, with doubt in his eyes, and said: "If you dared to hurt my subordinates in the past, maybe I wouldn't talk to you anymore, but today, you..."

He suddenly paused, pondered, and the masked man's confident word "face" reappeared in his mind.

After a long pause, he asked: "Why should I let you go?"

Everyone was shocked by the sudden 180-degree turn in his tone.

Even Xu Xiaoshou looked at the masked man in shock.

Listening to this tone...

Can you really turn the current situation around just by talking and relying on the fruit of face?

The masked man said calmly: "Because you are Gou Wuyue, you have to let me go. This is a favor you owe."

"Hahaha!"

Gou Wuyue laughed: "In my life, I have been a swordsman all over the world. Have I ever owed anyone a favor?"

"You have."

The masked man didn't intend to talk nonsense at all.

He directly extended two fingers and pointed at the sky.

"Gun!"

A two-finger-wide black line pierced through the void, and the spiritual array rippled and was actually broken.

"What a joke..."

The white-clothed man was shocked.

"Spiritual array!"

"Cover the country, cover it! Hurry up!"

"Fuck, what is the origin of this guy, what kind of spiritual skill is this, why is the damage so high?"

"Isn't he a post-natal cultivation?"

"..."

"Let's go." The masked man waved his hand, and Cen Qiaofu and the storyteller followed him without saying a word.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

Just like that?

Can you leave?

Seeing these guys about to leave, he hurriedly followed their footsteps, but he was confused and didn't understand what was going on.

Gou Wuyue was shocked by his confidence.

Does this guy really treat himself as air?

To the point of being so indifferent to others, let alone ordinary white-clothed people, even Gou Wuyue was furious at this moment.

"Stay here!"

"Buzz——"

Just when he was about to draw his sword, the voice of the famous sword Nulan actually conveyed a hint of resistance.

It was as if it had just encountered the sword immortal of the same name, unwilling to stay in the scabbard, and wanted to fight.

But at this moment, Gou Wuyue wanted to draw his sword.

The sword was resisting!

"Humanity..."

Gou Wuyue lowered his eyes and looked at Nulan's voice, and a long-lost figure suddenly broke into his mind.

He looked back in horror.

"Who are you?"