Chapter 598 Face 2

Seal the sword?

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned when he heard this.

What's this?

But no one gave him an explanation.

"No no no."

The masked man just shook his head repeatedly, raised his two fingers, and drew a line in the void.

The sword finger swam across and the space was broken.

"Is this considered a sword seal?" he asked back.

"This is just sword energy." Gou Wuyue's voice was low.

"What about this?"

The masked man took out a snow-white giant sword with his backhand and slashed it in the void.

This time the sword energy tore open the space and directly separated the two sides, as if cutting this place into two realms.

Xu Xiaoshou's tooth ached when he saw it from behind.

This is the sword of Su Qianqian, whose name is Chengxue.

Why did this ghost have the nerve to bring it out?

Oh, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal and the Eight Masters, so that’s okay...

Gou Wuyue's eyes narrowed and she spoke again: "This is not your sword."

"What about my sword?"

The masked man spread his hands and threw Tomb Ming Chengxue back into the space ring.

Xu Xiaoshou was listening from behind and subconsciously wanted to hand over the four swords in his hand, but suddenly he felt that white sword energy exploded in his body.

He was pinned by the sword energy!

"Damn Bazunzun, just wait for me. When I get stronger, I won't care if you are Tomb Ming Chengxue or you." Xu Xiaoshou cursed.

The masked man did all this in secret, his expression completely unmoved.

He stared at Gou Wuyue and said, "My sword is in your hand. Do you dare to take it over and let me try it?"

"Buzz——"

Nu Lan's voice shook slightly, and she seemed to be moved.

Gou Wuyue tightened the sword in her palm and said coldly: "Don't think that I don't know your thoughts. Are you taking another path?"

"road?"

The masked man chuckled softly: "I am indeed taking another path."

He said, waving his hand.

"gone."

After saying that, he took another step forward, treating Gou Wuyue as nothing but air, and gave his back to him.

"stop!"

Gou Wuyue roared.

But the masked man was unmoved. Seeing this, Cenjou Fu and the Storyteller followed him again.

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to be careless, so he hurriedly got stuck among the three people and asked the three bosses to escort him forward.

"Is it really okay?"

Qian Mimi used her "perception" to probe behind her, but Gou Wuyue seemed to be stuck in her footsteps. She watched the masked man leave without taking a single step.

"Brother still has more face!"

The storyteller smiled and stepped forward to put his arm around the masked man's shoulders, but when the latter stepped forward hastily, the storyteller missed the mark.

His face was full of complaints, "Smelly brother..."

"open!"

Cenjov took the lead.

Panxian's ax slashed forward, and a hole was opened in the Heavenly Shield.

All the people in white clothes who ducked behind were anxious.

Everyone knows that in this situation, if the four holy slaves really run away, the consequences will not be easy to bear.

But it’s okay if the identity of the person in front of you is not revealed. Once revealed...

Eight Masters!

The Eighth Sword Immortal!

Who dares to step forward and stop him if he doesn't care about his life?

"Senior Wuyue..."

Not only was there a kind of Holy God Guard present who was muttering silently.

Even the operators of the "Sky Cover" who were hiding in the far corner of the Eighth Palace looked at the images coming from the void in a daze.

Just let it go?

"Dong dong dong."

The rain falls wildly.

The scene was almost breathtakingly silent.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man took one step at a time, widening the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.

The barrier light of the Overturning Sky Canopy is quickly repaired by the power of the operator in the distance.

But Cenjov made a hole with his axe.

The attack power that contains the power of Taixu is definitely not negligible.

Without any human interference, the Holy Slave walked out of this place in a swagger, while others could only watch with wide eyes.

"Ouch."

Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it until he passed through the light curtain of the country-covering sky.

Is this coming out?

So Easy?

The expected fight to the death in the white cave did not appear at all. The masked man revealed his identity as the Eight Masters. Is everything resolved?

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou slowly turned his head, not daring to face anyone else. After thinking about it, he still put a question mark to Cen Qiaofu, who seemed relatively amiable.

Cenjov laughed uncontrollably.

He understood what the young man meant.

Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly turned cold.

"careful!"

At the same time, the storyteller flashed and stood in front of his brother, as if he was blocking some powerful enemy.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

He was the slowest to react.

But "perception" is also the most clearly seen.

I don’t know when.

Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.

The tall man was taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen before.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy had a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would have thought that it was the white skeleton in the white cave that came outside.

And the short one on one side...

"Who is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

His past experience in fighting with big bosses from all walks of life told him that judging by just the aura on this person's body, the person coming was only a person with throne cultivation.

But for a mere throne, how dare he lead the No. 1 person to block the path of the four holy slaves who even Gou Wuyue didn't dare to block?

"Bang bang bang!"

Big raindrops fell on the ground one by one.

At this time, everyone felt something was wrong.

Ever since the short throne that looked like a boy appeared, the rain in the field seemed to have undergone a qualitative change.

Even Xu Xiaoshou's master body has begun to feel pain.

"Under attack, passive value, +211."

"Under attack, passive value, +165."

"Under attack, passive value, +198."

"Countershock" no longer seems to have the perfect ability to resist damage, and even the role of "resilience" has become minimal.

Under the average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt his steps stagger.

He had no choice but to open the spiritual shield.

But the shield couldn't withstand the beating of the rain at all, and within a moment, the water droplets directly blasted through it.

"Fei Ruo heavy water!"

The storyteller encountered the same situation on one side.

What's better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is multi-folded.

No matter how strong the raindrops are, when they come close to each other, they will be bounced away by the force of space on the spot.

"What Fei Ruo heavy water?"

Not only Xu Xiaoshou had such doubts, but also Cen Qiaofu blocked the raindrop attack and asked.

"Lingbu, the master of the secrets of the water system, Yu Lingdi!"

The storyteller told the name of the visitor word by word.

Then his eyes fell on the tall man on one side.

"So, this should be the Tianji puppet?"

Cenqiaofu's pupils suddenly shrank.

He didn't expect that such two figures could be killed at the last moment.

"Are you the one who made it rain in the white cave?"

Cen Qiaofu took a step forward and blocked the three holy slaves behind him.

"Be careful."

At this time, the storyteller no longer dared to joke. He reminded in a low voice: "The Tianji puppet must have the power of Taixu, and the Yuling drop... has killed Taixu!"

"ha?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, his eyes immediately bulged out.

"Beheaded?"

He repeated the key words in disbelief, really hoping that the storyteller would say "Sorry, slip of the tongue."

but no.

The storyteller only nodded solemnly: "Although it is said that someone else helped to kill Taixu, this guy really killed Taixu."

"Even if one person can't take it, he can use the throne to cultivate himself, fall, or even capture and kill him. This is an indisputable fact."

"And its legend is far more than that."

"I can't say that the information I got is limited. This guy has already had the strength to kill Taixu alone!"

The Storyteller is mainly responsible for the Central Territory, so he naturally knows more about the Central Territory’s intelligence.

And the more he knew, the more solemn his expression became.

Cenqiaofu was also startled by his introduction.

He had heard the first talk about this guy in the White Cave, but he never thought that a mere throne could have such power.

This is simply terrible!

Xu Xiaoshou felt his throat was a little dry, "You said he can kill Taixu. Are you talking about ordinary Taixu, or..."

"Taixu, are there any ordinary ones?"

The storyteller asked back, causing Xu Xiaoshou to choke and almost have a cerebral infarction.

Is this a pervert?

With my innate cultivation and the power of Ajie, I, Xu Xiaoshou, managed to kill a throne, which is pretty good.

This throne of yours can kill Taixu?

He secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood why there were still people in this world who could kill even the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Be honest, geniuses are all gathered together, you are not the only one.

The clown is the only one on his own!

…

"Bang bang bang..."

Large craters exploded on the ground, as if they were struck by large hailstones.

But it’s not hail, it’s rain!

The rain came hard.

Yu Lingdi stretched out his hand to touch the pouring rain. The raindrops passed through his body. With every drop of rainwater passing through his body, his breath became stronger.

"Senior Wuyue, isn't this not your style?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: "You called me here just to let me witness the departure of your indulgent Saint Slave?"

"It's okay that I'm not allowed to see it. I saw it. How can I go back and deliver the work?"

"Treat me to be invisible?"

Yu Lingdi shook his head in distress: "I can't do this."

"Me too."

No. 33 said angrily from one side, and stretched out his hand to scratch his head: "Your Highness wants me to be an honest child."

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by this tall man.

Even if the voice was imitated, he could still hear the slightest trace of mechanical sound from the tall man's mouth.

"Tianji puppet?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ajie.

Not surprisingly.

Ajie is a defective product of the first generation, Tao Qiongang.

This guy should be his proud work...the complete body?

"A few."

Yu Lingdi withdrew his gaze and fell on Cen Qiaofu who was standing in front.

"No more nonsense. Let's allocate opponents. I will be responsible for one."

He raised a finger and pointed at...

Xu Xiaoshou!

"Xiao Shi Tanji?"

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned dark instantly.

There are three big bosses in this place, are you going to pick the weak ones?

"Looking at your cultivation level, you are not a master, right?"

Yu Lingdi's expression became more amusing, "I'm very curious, how did you come out alive with such a level of cultivation?"

"From the White Cave, and from the intimidation of Senior Wuyue."

His eyes moved down and stopped at the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand.

With this sword, Senior Wu Yue will definitely not let this kid go.

But this guy is still alive at this moment, which already means something...

"I am also curious, how did you break through my 'Flower Fragrance Hometown'."

A cold voice suddenly floated from afar.

Then, Xu Xiaoshou saw a man in white clothes stepping on a crabapple tree in the sky.

At first glance.

Xu Xiaoshou finally saw the appearance of the so-called senior master for the first time in a long time.

The demeanor like a banished immortal, coupled with the six-leaf crabapple flower gently held in his hand, is exactly like an immortal official who does not eat fireworks in the world!

Xu Xiaoshou subconsciously glanced in the direction of the storyteller.

This type should be what he likes, right?

Sure enough.

When the storyteller saw the person coming, his face flushed on the spot, and his face couldn't help blooming with endless brilliance.

"Brother Haitanger!"

Zi——

Xu Xiaoshou got goosebumps.

That delicate voice could make the dead stand up straight.

Wait!

Do they know each other?

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly had an idea in his mind. Looking at the storyteller's excitement, he suddenly realized a key problem.

"Our people?"

He turned to Cen Qiaofu and asked.

"Yes."

Cen Qiaofu nodded: "Saint Slave Seat Nine, the person in charge of the 'Flower Fragrance Hometown' of the Seven Forbidden Zones in the Northern Territory, Haitang'er."

"Hiss!"

Northern Territory! Seven Forbidden Zone! Seat Nine!

Xu Xiaoshou had never even seen this so-called Haitang'er, but just by using those few brief adjectives, he could already imagine the strength of the person who came.

This is the foundation of the Saint Slave?

If you want to leave, there will be waves of people coming to pick you up?

The masked man looked calm.

Looking at Haitang'er who was standing in the distance to avoid the storyteller's direct attack, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here too?"

"If I don't come, can you handle it?"

Haitang'er paused and said, "If we walk out of here, there are still 700 Holy Guards waiting outside. Even if we pass through the blockade of 700 Holy Guards..."

He turned his head and glanced at Yu Lingdi, saying, "The Xie Sin Bow of Ai Cangsheng is also staring."

"Oh?"

The masked man raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised, "Isn't he staring at Shen Yi?"

Haitang'er's face was calm, and she couldn't even see the joy of meeting after a long separation.

If the masked man hadn't been talking to him, outsiders wouldn't even be able to tell that the two knew each other.

He just said coldly, "For a person who can live in Guizhe Holy Mountain, but the entire continent is within his range, what's the difference between staring at one and staring at two?"

The masked man's eyes were full of surprise again.

"The whole continent?"

"Yes."

"You were shot?"

"..."

Haitang'er suddenly fell silent, and the masked man lowered his head silently.

"Everything is improving..."

He pondered for a long time, sighed, and finally put his eyes on Yu Lingdi again.

"This friend."

He took a step forward.

Xu Xiaoshou was a little stunned from behind. From the tone, could it be that these two also knew each other?

He is the Eight Lords, and his face is so big?

What does he want to do?

Unreasonable, but expected scene appeared again.

The masked man walked straight to the front of Yu Lingdi and No. 33 as if nothing had happened, and then stopped.

He said sincerely: "From the tone of the two of you just now, you should have had some misunderstandings with Haitang'er, but now I am here, give me face, and this matter will be over, how about it?"

Since meeting Xu Xiaoshou, the masked man has discovered a more efficient way of fighting than kendo.

Said.

This is a super spiritual skill that can end everything without bloodshed.

Only those with thick skin can use it!

In the past, he claimed that he could not do this.

But at this moment, the masked man felt that he could try anything.

At least, he just successfully used a favor to deal with Gou Wuyue, who could have caused serious damage to the Holy Slave.

Yu Ling was stunned.

He seemed to know the man in front of him again, and asked in surprise: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that Gou Wuyue has given me face. He is your predecessor. Don't you consider following him and giving him a favor?"