Chapter 617 The Next Backer

Huge, white begonia flowers bloom at intervals on the mountainous ground.

Above each begonia, there are one or two in white, red or gray. The expression may be sluggish, confused, or intoxicated, standing, lying on the back, or lying down, repeating simple and profound rhythmic movements according to a certain great rhythm.

"Huhu..."

The wind is blowing.

Haitang'er, carrying the unconscious Eight Masters on her back, had already jumped from the depths of the mountain to the outskirts of the Eight Palaces.

At this time, not to mention whether ordinary white clothes can't make it in time.

Even Gou Wuyue, without the support of the Fuguo Sky Cover induction network, may no longer be able to find traces of the two holy slaves.

"Well."

A slightly painful groan sounded from her back, and Haitang'er stopped in time.

"woke up?"

As soon as he turned his head, a pink begonia flower bloomed in mid-air, and he placed the person on it.

The scene was quiet for a long time.

The Eight Masters sat on the Begonia flower, rubbing the back of their necks and looking up at Begonia.

He didn't say anything and just looked at him like this for a long time. Haitang'er couldn't stand it anymore.

"The situation was critical at that time. You can't take action now. I had no choice but to..."

"You attacked me?"

Haitang'er's voice paused.

There was a cold look in Bazun's eyes, so he interrupted. For a moment, he didn't know how to argue.

"yes!"

"That's certainly a fact."

Gritting his teeth, Haitang'er immediately continued: "But at that time, if you really want to make a move with Gou Wuyue, not to mention that your own injuries have not yet recovered, you can hold the sword alone..."

"You attacked me?"

The scene was quiet again.

Haitang'er closed her eyes heavily and said no more, "So what?"

Bazun said indifferently: "Gou Wuyue is a swordsman. He is more than twice as powerful as ordinary Taixu. I am unconscious. Who can hold me back?"

"Cenjov can do it."

"Cen Qiaofu can do it, but who can hold back Tianji Puppet and the other white clothes?"

"Storyteller can."

"The storyteller is Zhan Dao. A group of Zhan Dao are surrounding him. He can protect himself, but others will not be so stupid. He will not look for other people in his free time." Even if Bazunzun is unconscious, he still has his own view of the situation. judge.

"The second one is here."

Haitang'er couldn't talk any more and chose to confess.

"Second child?"

Bazun was startled, paused, and his voice weakened: "You know, he is injured."

"Recovered." Haitang'er said.

"What did he tell you?"

"Um."

"Do you believe it?"

"Do not believe."

"Then?"

Haitang'er heard the sound and sighed: "Believe it or not, he opened the Dragon Fusion Realm and attracted Gou Wuyue there. He wants to fight to the death. You know his temper..."

"He wants to fight to the death, so you have to let him go?"

Bazunzhen suddenly stood up and said in a cold voice: "If he really wants to fight to the death, Qinglong County will not be able to let Gou Wuyue come to the White Cave smoothly at that time!"

"That's because someone stopped me." Haitang'er turned her head away, not daring to look directly at the other person.

"laugh."

Bazun sneered: "They are all excuses."

He suddenly turned around and walked back.

Haitang'er had to pave a flower path for him to prevent him from falling, and asked again: "Where are you going?"

"go back."

"We've reached this point, why don't you go back? What can you do when you go back? Can you beat Gou Wuyue in your current state?"

"If I'm here, he won't dare to kill anyone."

"But he dares to arrest you!" Haitang'er said angrily.

He didn't know the meaning of returning like this.

Cenqiaofu tried his best to hold back all the high-end white-clothed combat forces so that they would not interfere with other battlefields.

Sang Qiye stopped Gou Wuyue with only one person's strength. Wasn't it to leave a way for Bazun Shu to survive?

As Haitang'er said before, we have reached this point, what else can we do?

This time, wouldn’t all the hard work put in by many parties have been wasted?

First seat, when did you become so pretentious?

Looking at the haggard figure moving forward, step by step, without any hesitation, Haitang'er couldn't help but shout.

"The battle is over!"

He looked at the broken mountains in the distance, the sword intent, the anxious aura...

Also, that arrow!

If we go back now, we won't even be able to recover the bodies, but only two more lives will be lost!

"Do you have a sword?"

The eight acquaintances didn't even look back, and a calm sound floated from the front.

Haitang'er's heart trembled.

He knew that Hua Changdeng's three swords in the past had not only cut off an era, but also made the ruler of that era tired of wielding the sword again.

But now, what did he hear?

sword?

"No sword!"

Haitang'er's voice was trembling.

"Even if there is a sword, you can't pick it up."

"Are you going to give up on the path you have chosen halfway?"

"Just because of the second child, just because of Gou Wuyue, just because of this little fight?"

"You know what you forgot?"

Haitang'er roared: "The real decisive battle is waiting for you behind. Without you, it won't work!"

Click.

The eight figures in front of him stopped and he slowly turned back.

"Haitang'er."

"Let's go?" Haitang'er's voice softened. Although it was just one word, the meaning of the words was more of "Now that you have figured it out, then come with me?"

Bazun shook his head slightly.

"Haitang'er, it's not that I forgot, it's that you are used to it."

"Wait, lurk..."

"We have been brewing and saving for too long, too long."

The Eight Masters raised their heads and looked at the broken sky. There was endless vicissitudes in their turbid eyes, as if their lifelong will has been stained by time.

But the words are loud and clear.

"Just like this flower."

He pointed to the begonia at his feet and said: "If you don't have the ability to spend all your time with her, then you will never know whether what you have seen and what you think is its most glorious moment is actually true."

"Just like this hand!"

He spread the palms of his hands again, his eight fingers trembling slightly, "As you can see, it is no longer as majestic and stable as it was yesterday, but without a sword and unable to hold a sword, how can it mean that the ending is really just like this?"

The eight masters looked forward, staring straight at Haitang'er, pondering for a moment, and said seriously:

"There is nothing in this world that can prepare you perfectly for it."

"When the time comes, it's time."

“When the time comes, I can’t say no anymore.”

"If you can really see the brilliance of flowers and the fullness of human life, then you will have given everything of yourself... In other words, you have prepared everything, so you can see the ending you want."

"But is the ending interesting? Is it really what you want to see?"

Haitang'er lowered her head.

He agreed with the leader's statement, but that didn't mean he could accept it.

This time, if you take action without being fully prepared, the price may be to lose everything!

Bazun smiled knowingly, he knew what the other person was thinking.

"You are too extreme and too perfectionistic."

"Not every step in life must be measured to the same standard, and not everything in the world is just the opposite."

"People can actually have a third choice."

Haitang'er raised her eyes, her eyes full of coldness, "Really? You haven't put your life into it, right? How do you know the ending?"

"I don't know, but I can create it, and that's what I've been doing, isn't it?"

"What is it made of?"

"Use your hands, use your body, use your will, use everything you can use, and use a semi-complete preparation..."

Ba Zunzhen gave many answers, and finally paused and said: "Face to face, not turn your back!"

With a thud, Haitang'er's heart suddenly contracted.

This is talking about him...

escape?

He gritted his teeth and wanted to retort loudly.

"Put me down."

Bazun pointed at the dilapidated mountain forest road below.

The place was devastated and desolate, and the aftermath of the battle in the Eight Palaces had wiped out all the trees, branches and rocks.

"oh."

Haitang'er reluctantly put the person down.

Click.

As soon as the Eight Masters fell to the ground, they trampled down a dead branch.

He lowered his head.

Haitang'er also lowered her head following his gaze.

Broken branches...

Does this mean something?

Haitang'er felt that the sky was turning gray, and her whole body was enveloped in gloom and sadness.

He couldn't persuade the leader at all!

But Ba Zunzhen moved away, as if he had thought of something, and squatted down thoughtfully.

He picked up the dry branch that was broken in half, with only the length of his forearm remaining, and looked at it for a long time.

"First seat?"

Haitang'er looked behind him at the direction of the battle.

If he doesn't leave, Bai Yi will really catch up with him.

The eight masters stood up and looked side by side with him.

"The battle is not over." He suddenly whispered.

Haitang'er was startled when she heard this, and it took her a long time to realize that the leader was responding to what she just said, the battle between Gou Wuyue and Lao Er that was over.

"Can you see it?" He was a little curious.

"Can't see."

The eight statues look into the distance.

He was only a man of acquired abilities, suffered from injuries, and all he could see was the dilapidated sky.

Whoosh.

With a quick stroke of the dead branch in his hand, a tiny sound of breaking wind appeared.

The corners of Bazun's lips curled up, and a smile appeared on his face.

"but I know……"

"The battle has just begun."

…

the other side.

call out!

The arrows from the sinful bow go away and come back again.

It was obvious that Gou Wuyue's sword "Time Sequence Reverse" was not powerful enough to completely affect the two regions.

After the arrow flew back and disappeared from the sky, it suddenly shot forward with unrivaled momentum.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Sang Lao sighed.

He never thought that his new apprentice could cause such serious harm to one of the Seven Sword Immortals of the Mainland.

It is true that Gou Wuyue is a sword immortal and Taixu.

But on this continent, cultivation does not determine everything.

At least, he was not born with a holy body, and he had never exercised his physical body. The Taixu body that had been transformed by the power of heaven was completely unable to withstand the damage of that punch.

"What exactly is this boxing technique?"

Mr. Sang didn't delve into it.

This is Xu Xiaoshou's opportunity.

He knew that his disciple had many ideas, many secrets, and more opportunities.

If it were him who had to face that punch, he would actually be a little scared, even if he was worthy of the throne.

But no matter what, Xu Xiaoshou has done too much in this battle.

It’s even more than “anything” that he needs to endure in his current state!

This battle, which could not even be ranked as Zhan Dao, was simply not something that a junior like him should have to face.

What he should have done was to defeat his peers in various arenas with glory and ease!

"Love the common people..."

Looking up at the arrow that shot down from the sky, Old Sang spread his hands.

After losing Gou Wuyue's obstruction, he easily collected the body of his apprentice that was blown into several pieces by a punch.

And before he, the true successor of Jinzhao.

Even if there was only one breath left, or even if he had not been dead for too long, he had several ways to snatch people back from the hands of the god of death.

"Pah!"

Grabbing the half of Xu Xiaoshou's cracked head, Old Sang slapped a body-restoring pill into the wound with one palm.

In an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou's muscles began to split and grow wildly.

It took a while for his body to recover.

Old Sang took out another pill bottle from the ring.

This time, he carefully poured out a golden pill the size of a small fingernail.

"God's Blessing!"

The "God's Blessing", which is known as the strongest healing medicine in the world, has the power to remove all negative effects, revive souls, and reverse the power of heaven.

He fed it in one handful.

Within three breaths, Xu Xiaoshou spurted blood with a "puff", his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"Old man..."

Time seemed to slow down.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the arrow of the evil bow falling from the sky at a glance, but when he fell into the arms of Old Sang, he surprisingly did not feel anxious at all.

It was as if even if the sky fell, everything was supported by this old man.

——Full sense of security!

"Pah!"

The scene in front of him darkened.

Old Sang took out a straw hat from his ring and covered his apprentice's face.

"Xu Xiaoshou."

He opened his lips, as if he had a lot to say.

But between his lips and teeth, he seemed to have nothing to say and shut up again.

The smell of medicine was mixed with the smell of burning, and even the old man's sweat...

Xu Xiaoshou felt the smell coming from the straw hat on his face, and he understood everything.

His nose suddenly felt sore and he choked a little.

"Master..."

Old Sang's heart trembled, but he still didn't bow his head.

The arrow that enlarged in his pupils didn't give him enough time to savor the title that he had truly given since the night of his apprenticeship.

He knew it.

Xu Xiaoshou had always been resentful.

But who wouldn't resent?

His way of accepting disciples was to treat human lives as worthless.

But Old Sang didn't care.

He didn't have extra time or extra patience to face the chess pieces that might not grow up.

Only after repeated attempts and disappointments, maybe there would be a chance.

And now.

It was obvious that Xu Xiaoshou had risen.

Then, his mission was accomplished.

Regret?

If you say you don't regret it, that's impossible.

But it's precisely because it's hard-won, so I cherish it even more.

At least, in front of Sang Lao, he would not allow anyone, any existence, in any way, to cause any form of physical, mental, or soul harm to his apprentice.

No one, no one!

Even if that person is called Ai Cangsheng!

"Xiaoshou, this is likely to be the last sentence your master will say to you."

With a bang, Sang Lao slapped the man in his hand and the straw hat into the space crack.

The straw hat flew away.

Xu Xiaoshou hurriedly grabbed it.

When the space crack was about to disappear, he only saw the old guy's lips move a few times, and he pulled open an unskilled, although scary, but it can be seen that he was trying very hard to express a gentle and kind smile.

"If I die, on this continent, you don't need to fear anyone in the world."

After saying this, Sang Lao turned around, his hands zoomed, and with a bang, he clamped the arrow of the evil bow that came from the sky.

The void exploded and the space shattered.

The invisible air waves leveled the space for several miles.

The sound was no longer heard.

But even at this moment, the old man's jaw muscles still trembled, and he turned his head away.

He knew that it was impossible to transmit sound in a vacuum, and Xu Xiaoshou might not be able to hear it.

But he still insisted on speaking.

What he didn't know was that even if there was only a trace of space crack left, Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" could completely see his mouth shape.

"Your next backer, the Holy Palace, Long Rongzhi!"