Chapter 618: Now that I Have Returned, I Will Kill Seven Hundred People in White!

Bang!

The magic energy exploded.

When the space crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could still vaguely see Sang Lao who couldn't hold back an arrow. The arrow pierced through him instantly, and then he was enveloped by endless magic energy.

The arrow could break the flesh that was not forged.

But when it faced Sang Lao, it failed to completely explode his body.

However, the arrow of the evil sin bow was not terrible because of its impact in the form of explosion, but because of its demonization.

With a faint sound of hissing.

The space crack closed.

Xu Xiaoshou could no longer see what was going on.

He used the three-day freezing disaster to completely freeze himself to prevent the space fragments from completely crushing his body.

A flash of red light passed in front of his eyes.

"Little guy..."

The storyteller appeared and held the ice sculpture with one hand.

At this time, even he could no longer have the heart to joke.

Silently carrying it and retreating, the two of them broke away from the space fragments, cut into the void from the other side, and left the battlefield.

As for the second one...

The storyteller did not choose to go back to help.

With his ability, he would die if he went over.

After all, even if Gou Wu Yue was hit in the head by a punch, he could not die easily.

He could not resist Tai Xu and could only protect himself.

Not to mention the sword fairy in Tai Xu!

…

"Hurry up!"

"Follow up, follow up."

"The sword world has been broken, and the battle must end. At this time, our role will come out. It is essential to clean up the mess. We can't be late."

"Oh my god, I didn't expect that the second in command of the Holy Slave would also show up. I wonder what the final battle with Senior Wu Yue will be..."

"Bullshit!"

"You still need to think about this, it must be Senior Wu Yue's complete defeat of the Holy Slave. Is there any other ending?"

"You know, that is one of the seven sword fairies in the world, the two great masters of the Holy Spirit Hall...eh?"

A group of white clothes rushed to the battlefield.

In the voice of discussion, there was no regret for not being able to watch the battle with their own eyes.

After all, it was the battle of Tai Xu.

Even if it was the way of killing, he also tried to get some insights from it, so that if there was any possibility later, he could better advance himself and enter the realm of the legend.

However, in the midst of the heated words, when they really arrived at the battlefield, everyone was shocked and speechless.

In the broken mountains in the distance, a headless corpse slowly floated in the air.

Everyone looked away.

But they saw that the headless corpse was ragged and red all over.

But between the broken clothes and sleeves, a touch of light blue could be vaguely seen.

In the whole venue, the only one wearing blue clothes was Wu Yue Jian Xian!

"This..."

Everyone was shocked.

Wu Yue Jian Xian, was shot in the head?

"My God, is this the damage caused by the second-in-command of the Holy Slave?"

"These several mountains, these ruins, what happened here?"

"Senior Wu Yue, is he still alive?"

No. 33 grabbed the unconscious Cen Qiaofu with one hand and looked at the floating blue figure in doubt.

He could smell a hint of life from it.

But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he simply couldn't believe that Senior Wu Yue would be so badly injured!

Is the second-in-command of the Holy Slave really that powerful?

"Swoosh!"

With a flash of his body, he immediately appeared beside the headless body.

"Senior Wu Yue?"

"I... I'm fine." Gou Wu Yue stretched out his hand to stop him from going forward to help.

No. 33 looked at the broken body that had lost its head and neck.

I'm fine...

He was silent for a while.

"Look!"

A few noises broke out again in the white clothes.

Everyone looked sideways and saw that between the black holes in the sky, a ball of power that was also black, but completely different from the power of the black hole, was surging in the air.

"Demonic energy?"

Everyone was surprised.

This demonic energy did not look like the evil demon energy of the four swords, but more like a demonic energy that exploded after the seven emotions and six desires in the heart were detonated at the same time, and the demonic energy exploded when the devil was possessed.

"Who?"

No one could see his face in the magic fog.

But according to the judgment, this person should be the other party in the battle - the second in command of the Holy Slave, Wuxiu!

"The arrow of the evil sin bow?"

The experienced people in the white clothes have seen something.

The arrow that pierced through the void at that time was not only seen by those in the battle in the Eight Palaces.

In the entire East Region, almost everyone who has reached the throne can catch a glimpse of the terrifying power.

Now, Wuxiu's ending is nothing more than being shot by Ai Cangsheng.

"So, Senior Wu Yue alone can't take down the Holy Slave Wuxiu, and he needs the help of Lord Cangsheng to shoot an arrow to completely take him down?"

Some people in white clothes immediately started to imagine.

With the scene like this, they couldn't afford to think too much.

"Shut up!"

No. 33 immediately scolded.

Are these people too old? Senior Wu Yue was just shot in the head, and his consciousness has not been completely lost!

The white-clothed people seemed to realize that they had said something wrong, and they all chose to keep silent.

The green power of the void was entangled.

Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and it took a pause of half a quarter of an hour for his head to grow completely.

"Little Shi Tanji..."

With a low voice, Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of thoughts, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

He shook his hand back, and the boundary was released, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.

Number 33 was surprised.

This woman may have never been seen by others, but his knowledge base contains information about this person.

"Miss Zhiwen."

After bowing slightly, No. 33's voice was a little more respectful.

Yu Zhiwen didn't pay attention at all. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.

"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?" Gou Wuyue was slightly startled.

"Golden giant!" Yu Zhiwen's eyes were full of worry.

Gou Wuyue understood immediately.

Xiaoshi Tanji...

It turned out that it was not his real name.

Would Xu Xiaoshou also be a false title for that young man?

"Are you familiar with him?"

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His eyes caught sight of Sang Qiye, who was still roaring and struggling in the void.

The second-in-command of the Saint Slave had lost consciousness and was left with only violent desires. Even if his head had not yet recovered, the "Man is a Sword" gesture could hold him in place, preventing him from making any random moves.

"Cooked!"

Yu Zhiwen nodded solemnly and turned to look as well.

He knew that the arrow of love for the common people was shot at Xu Xiaoshou.

Although I don’t know the reason, but judging from the results...

"He He……"

Yu Zhiwen pointed at the magic mist, his voice trembling a little, "Did you get hit by an arrow?"

Looking at this scene on the 33rd, he already noticed something.

He retreated silently and disappeared.

What follows is obviously not something he can listen to.

"not him."

Gou Wuyue shook his head: "The one who was hit by the arrow was his master, Sang Qiye, and the Xu Xiaoshou you mentioned...is gone."

Yu Zhiwen looked stern.

Then his voice softened, as if he was relieved.

"Here?"

She seemed to be muttering to herself, repeating it unconsciously.

Gou Wuyue looked at her reaction, raised the corners of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, "You two are familiar with each other, what's the relationship?"

"I……"

Yu Zhiwen suddenly heard the overtones of the words and his ears turned red.

"No, Senior Wuyue."

"It's not what you think. I met him in the White Cave. This man is very powerful. I just want to...draw him into the Holy Temple."

"That's all."

Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "That's it?"

"Um."

Yu Zhiwen's eyes wandered and he looked away.

She saw a crowd of white clothes and realized that at this moment, she had left the white cave and was in the eighth palace.

That is to say, the war in the meantime is most likely over.

What I just encountered was just the scene at the end.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Gou Wuyue muttered to himself and did not pursue the relationship between the two too much.

In other words, the focus on the young Saint Slave has now suppressed his pure curiosity about the private affairs of the Saint in front of him.

"You said you met him among the saint slaves. Do you know him well?"

"Um."

"How deep?"

Gou Wuyue paused for a moment and then added: "You said you wanted to recruit this person into the Holy Temple. Why?"

Xu Xiaoshou's ever-changing look flashed through Yu Zhiwen's mind, a little anxiously.

"This person is very powerful, whether it's his potential, strategy, or skills..."

"He's different from anyone I've ever met."

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, looked at Gou Wuyue steadily, and emphasized: "Among all the young people I have met at the headquarters."

After a pause, she concluded.

"He is very strong. Given time, he will surely reach the heights of his predecessors. He must be recruited into the Holy Temple and into the headquarters."

"Because he is now in a decision-making period. If one of them fails, it is very likely..."

Seeing Gou Wuyue's expression that suddenly fell into deep thought, Yu Zhiwen's words paused.

"senior?"

My height... Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked directly at the magic mist in mid-air.

Xu Xiaoshou's performance in loving the common people really shocked him.

And this person is not only a disciple of Sang Qiye, but also a training target of Bazunzhen.

Yu knew what Wen said, and Gou Wuyue never despised it.

He even felt that with such help, the young man had grown up.

"Maybe it's more than just my height..."

Thinking in her heart, Gou Wuyue did not express her thoughts.

He looked at Yu Zhiwen and sighed: "Xiaoyu, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something."

"ha?"

Yu Zhiwen's red lips opened, a little confused.

"I already said that."

Gou Wuyue pointed at the demonic energy ball, "He is Xu Xiaoshou's master!"

"?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't react for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: "Don't you know yet that your so-called Xu Xiaoshou has completely joined the Saint Slave?"

Boom.

Yu Zhiwen's heart suddenly shrank.

When she reacted, her face turned pale instantly.

Stiffly casting his gaze on the demonic aura again, Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up.

Yes.

This is the second in command of the Holy Slave, sleeveless.

In other words, this is Mr. Sang, the vice-president of Tiansang Ling Palace.

Xu Xiaoshou’s master...

In other words, is he really a Saint slave?

At that time, the conclusion that I had deduced in the white cave, but was directly denied from my heart, suddenly popped into my mind.

Yu Zhiwen was speechless for a while.

There is no way back...

This was her true feeling at the moment.

"So all this was destined?"

...

"Alas."

As a person who has experienced it, how could Gou Wuyue not see through the little thoughts in the girl's heart besides the righteousness?

But the positions are different, the camps are different.

Some people, some fates, are destined to be like this, and cannot be changed.

He did not say much, nor did he persuade.

As the saint of the Holy Temple, Yu Zhiwen has the highest consciousness of the temple. This external emotion can't shake her heart's perseverance at all.

He sighed and walked towards the magic group.

The endgame should also end...

"Sword."

He waved his hand.

The sound of the famous sword Nulan rose from the ground with a "clang" and went straight into the palm.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.

"All..."

The white-clothed people waited solemnly.

Even No. 33 straightened his body.

But Gou Wuyue hadn't given an order yet.

Suddenly, under the void magic group, a phantom pink and white crabapple flower quietly bloomed.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Instantly, many white-clothed people looked sideways in alarm.

The crabapple flower closed from the bottom, as if it was going to quietly take the people in the field away.

"How dare you?!"

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

One thing he really didn't expect was that how could the crabapple who had already escaped dare to come back?

With a roar, the famous sword turned into a green light stream and flew out of his hand. When the crabapple flower was about to close, it pierced through it completely with a bang, and it blew up.

Gou Wuyue's heart was hanging high, and he couldn't let it go.

He took a step and jumped to the side of Sang Qiye.

With a wave of his sleeves, he immediately took it back.

After doing all this, he was shocked to find that he was already sweating.

Indeed, the Saint Slave's return came at the most comfortable and lazy moment for everyone, and even Gou Wuyue, almost accidentally got the upper hand.

"Not bad."

"Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn't resist..."

Before Gou Wuyue's heart was filled with joy, his mind suddenly froze and he realized that something was wrong.

If Haitang'er came back, what about Ba Zun'an?

If Ba Zun'an also came back, how could he not steal Sang Qiye back when he was distracted?

Gou Wuyue felt a chill on his back and his pupils shrank. He had thought of something.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of No. 33.

"Yo."

A booing sounded.

"A little slow, are you old, Gou Wuyue?"

Ba Zun'an's tone was teasing, but his cloudy eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

The temperature of the whole audience suddenly dropped with this sound.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Ba Zun'an!"

The man in white exclaimed in shock.

No one at this time could have expected that the legendary man would actually dare to come back!

"Eight Honored Ones..."

No. 33 felt his whole body stiffen.

Through the shocked gazes of the many white-clothed people, even if he had no spiritual thoughts, he could still associate the person standing behind him from the direction they were looking at, who exactly was that person.

"Die!"

With Cen Qiaofu still in his hand, No. 33 did not dare to neglect it at all, and punched back with a loud bang.

"No--"

Gou Wu Yue shouted.

But it was too late.

The arrow was on the string, and it had to be shot.

No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who only circulated in the legend.

When he turned over and retreated, a violent punch was about to hit his head.

"Buzz~"

The air in the void spread.

Time seemed to be completely slowed down at this moment.

In the corner of No. 33's eyes, he could still see the anxious expression of Senior Wu Yue who was accompanied by a cry of surprise, and the worried expressions and actions of his white-clothed companions.

And the person in front of him... Eight Honored Ones was smiling.

The fist was just a hair's breadth away, and he only slightly side-glanced.

"Swish!"

No. 33 felt something sharp coming out of his arm, and then saw his right arm flying off in the air, completely separated from his body.

"This..."

His heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked and hit the top with his knee.

But the movement was still extremely slow, not even one ten-thousandth of the turtle's speed!

Bazun'an was still smiling.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

The same tingling sensation was born from the knee.

"Swish!"

The broken leg flew off slowly.

No. 33 still wanted to struggle and resist.

"Alas."

Bazun'an sighed, took a step forward, and stepped on the front of the crabapple flower.

Bang!

Everyone in the audience felt that the time and space were delayed to restore order.

But No. 33 in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded in the interweaving of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy core was smashed out.

Everyone wanted to support, but they felt that the flow of time in the world slowed down again.

Then, they saw Ba Zun An holding the small dry branch in his hand, gently poking and spinning the energy core.

"Pop!"

The energy core was broken.

Time and space were restored to order.

Gou Wu Yue's footsteps were just barely raised, and Bai Yi's heartbeat just retracted.

However.

No. 33, gone!

"Bang bang bang..."

The broken parts of the Tianji puppet hit the ground, making a thumping sound.

Cen Qiaofu's figure fell to the ground and was swallowed by the crabapple flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on top of the petals, and they were silent for a moment.

He clearly knows that only acquired cultivation...

He was obviously so hesitant before and didn't dare to take action...

But why...

"cough."

Bazunzhen interrupted everyone's thoughts with a slight cough, and the look in his eyes was completely different from before.

When everyone took a look, their eyes stung and their souls felt cold.

The cold killing intent was completely different from before.

"I didn't want to kill anyone..."

Bazun murmured, slowly tapping the dead branches on his palms, and then looked around, with no trace of compassion in his eyes, and changed the topic.

"Sang Qiye, you can take her away. Anyway, I won't be able to relieve the evil spirit of loving the common people."

The voice paused.

He raised his chest slightly, breathed out into the sky, and his words were a little more sullen, calming all directions.

"But now that I'm back, I will slaughter seven hundred people in white clothes to do it for my friend!"

"You can take people away...but if my friend dies, I will kill him in the temple and kill the osmanthus flowers all over the mountain!"