Chapter 619: The Great Buddha Remains in the World!

People in white clothes arrived one after another.

Everyone thought the battle was over.

Unexpectedly, at this last moment, the Eighth Sword Immortal made a comeback.

He even made bold statements...

"Folding all the osmanthus flowers in the mountain?"

There was a commotion.

For example, when he first came out of the White Cave, the various behaviors of the Eighth Sword Immortal made people feel from the bottom of their hearts that he was like a new person. His actions and style were no longer as unruly and unruly as before.

So at this moment, as soon as these words came out, everyone felt like they were back to that glorious era.

The Eighth Sword Immortal who can defeat the descendants of all the top powers in the mainland in the battle for the ten thrones, and sweep them all by himself, seems...

came back?

"Are you threatening me?"

Different from everyone else.

Gou Wuyue stared at the dead branch in Bazun's hand with sullen eyes and spoke coldly.

Even if everyone imitates the ancient times.

He also knew that the person in front of him was no longer the same person as before.

A ban on martial arts was issued...

Two fingers were severed...

"A person who can't even lift a sword, what qualifications do you have to say such arrogant words?" Gou Wuyue tightened his sword, and his sword intent was fierce.

The people in white clothes all backed away, knowing that a battle was inevitable.

"Threatening and rampant?"

Ba Zunzhen said with an indifferent expression: "I never speak without aim. If I say I want to kill people, I will kill people. If I say I want to take action, then I will take action!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, with begonia flowers blooming under his feet.

With eight fingers and a dead branch, people come stepping on the fragrance.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Gou Wuyue suddenly laughed loudly: "Ba Zunzun, do you really think that this is still your stage, but you still slaughtered seven hundred people in white clothes and tore down the mountains full of osmanthus flowers?"

"The Holy Mountain of Guizhe is in the middle region, and the Huachang Lantern is in the Screen Candle Land."

"You dare to come here?"

Gou Wuyue laughed so hard that she felt like laughing.

Before Bazun could make a sound, his laughter weakened, and there was a look of confusion and disappointment in his eyes.

"Ba Zunzun... have you really taken a good look at your current appearance?"

"Unkempt, hunched over..."

"I can't even hold the sword steady, and I still act like a dog in a coma, attacking others secretly."

"Does the immortal spirit of the Eighth Sword Immortal from the past remain in your body at all?!"

When Bai Yi heard this, his expressions were complicated.

They knew that Gou Wuyue had a good personal relationship with the Eight Lords in the early stage of the Ten Lords.

But later on, they had different paths and they went their separate ways.

This meaning of hating iron for not being able to become steel can be understood in Gou Wuyue's undisguised questioning, even the most obtuse person.

And indeed.

The tragic death of No. 33 is certainly regrettable.

But if it were the former Eighth Sword Immortal, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing, handing out a cold sword to someone from behind.

Today's leader of the Saint Slave, perhaps due to the attacks from all sides, only has the name of the Eight Masters, but no longer has the reality of the Eighth Sword Immortal back then.

The strong wind blew bleakly.

Begonia flowers bloom one after another.

Under Gou Wuyue's repeated questioning, Bazunzun turned a deaf ear and only walked forward slowly.

"Xianfeng Daogu...heh."

He smiled lightly and did not respond loudly. It was more like he was mumbling to himself:

"The immortal is the wind, the Taoist is the bones, what does it matter if their appearance is not impressive?"

"If the sword holder only cultivates his appearance and does not cultivate his true heart, if he only understands the evil ways and confuses right and wrong, does not pursue the invincibility and advances in all directions, how is it possible that he can really break through that level?"

"Realm?" Gou Wuyue stood up sharply, "Are you talking to me about realm?"

Even though Bazun was as familiar as a mosquito, he still knew that the other person was talking to him.

It was as if he couldn't figure out why the Eight Masters, who kept moving forward, would be cut into what they are today by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

The other party is also questioning what he is doing and the path he is pursuing.

But can this be the same?

Gou Wuyue's heart was filled with waves, and she wanted to raise her sword and slash the person in front of her awake.

But if the discussion of swords and Tao ends here, then the person who takes the lead in raising the sword has already lost.

The body can be cut.

But if the other party's way is not to kill, I will not be punished!

"Eight Masters!"

Gou Wuyue stepped forward.

With a bang, the void sword energy surged wildly, directly intercepting the entire space.

The begonia flower was torn to pieces by the sword energy, and each blossom withered, with only one petal remaining, which could only support the swaying body.

Gou Wuyue looked at it and smiled miserably: "How can a person with broken wings fight against the sky?"

The Eight Masters finally stopped.

If he didn't stop, he would fall.

At this time, he had already penetrated deeply into the battle and landed more than ten feet away from Gou Wuyue.

This distance is the best for drawing a sword.

He slowly raised his eyes and raised the dead branch in his hand.

"Even though my wings are broken, I can still float."

"You, flying geese and flying eagles, may seem like a beautiful sight, but when you really need support..."

Bazun glanced at the many white clothes outside the venue and shook his head: "I am still alone!"

"But where's your sword!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was trembling.

He knew that what Bazun said was true, and it would be difficult for him to argue with it.

The momentum in the Eighth Palace has already been glimpsed by the headquarters of the Holy Temple.

Is it because I have no help so far because I came in halfway and stayed under the shelter of someone who is not my race? Is it different?

But looking at the eight acquaintances who could only point at themselves with dead branches, not to mention Gou Wuyue, even the famous sword slave Lan Capital let out a mournful cry.

"At this point, you can only use a broken branch to point at me and lecture me?" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, "Where is your sword?"

"My sword?"

The eight masters breathed a sigh of relief and looked into the distance, "My sword is in all directions, and I will leave it for future needs. I will take it naturally. Dunulan's voice is covered in dust... I have gone astray!"

Buzz——

At this moment Gou Wuyue could no longer hold back the anger in her heart and raised her hand with a sword, green light flashing.

With a brush sound, the green torrent in the four directions gathered, and thousands of swords took shape.

The sword world descended and turned into a long blue river, blocking the path forward for the Eight Masters.

Gou Wuyue's fingertips trembled slightly.

If this sword is cut down, I am afraid that the person in front will no longer shine and die.

In the final analysis, the reason why he refused to take action was because of the fetters of the past.

Or.

The cracks in the white cave suddenly appeared, and the eight statues came out of the cave.

His sword never intended to fall on the person in front of him. Whether Yu Lingdi died in battle or No. 33 was destroyed, these were not as good as the past feelings.

This sword cannot fall at all!

"You go."

Gou Wuyue sighed.

Under the surprised gazes of all the people in white clothes, he finally expressed his inner wish, "Sang Qiye, I can't repay you. Before I change my mind, take all of you Saint Slaves and get out of the Eighth Palace." !”

"this?"

Bai Yi was stunned.

No one would have thought that Senior Wuyue would say such rebellious words when the mission was at hand.

He is one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the Mainland, and one of the two masters of the Holy Temple.

Can these words be said in front of the white-clothed and holy guards?

Are these words something we in the Holy Temple can listen to?

"Go crazy!"

A low cry was heard among the white clothes.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.

"Senior Wuyue, this..."

"Master Yu Lingdi and Senior No. 33 are already gone. How dare he?"

"If these words fall into the ears of Dao Palace Master and Lord Cangsheng, Senior Wuyue will not be able to wash them away at all!"

"Obviously the headquarters still treats him as an outsider..."

"Shh!"

People with discerning eyes can already see that something is wrong.

If Gou Wuyue really wanted to take action, he might not be able to wait until now, when Yu Lingdi and No. 33 were killed in battle.

He should have fought hard to capture the Eight Masters when they first appeared.

Now these words come out, which further illustrates the importance of the Eighth Sword Immortal in his heart.

Since he didn't take action at that time.

So at this moment, it is very likely that he really can't make a move.

And stuck in this moment...

Bai Yi can listen to some words and pass them on later.

But there is no doubt that at this moment, it cannot be discussed!

Ba Zunzhen chuckled and glanced at the people in white, and asked calmly: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Gou Wuyue closed her eyes heavily.

"My heart is like a clear mirror. What I do and how I choose are the choices they give me."

"Since they dare to do this, then I have to be mentally prepared for what I will do from my heart."

"But I don't think so." Ba Zunzhen denied.

Gou Wuyue was amused by the ignorance of the dying person in front of her. Just when she was about to say something, Bazun said again: "I came here, I have already made it clear before, that I am here to kill people, not to kill people." Coming."

At this moment, not only Bazun Zun was stunned, but even Bai Yi was dumbfounded.

Everyone thought that the previous words were just a joke.

I never thought that the person who was speaking alone would take it seriously.

"Does he really want to kill seven hundred people in white clothing and rip off osmanthus flowers all over the mountain?"

Bai Yi was stunned.

This is a fantasy!

The former Eighth Sword Immortal might still have a slight possibility.

But one of the current Seven Sword Immortals is ahead.

How could he dare to take this statement seriously, even if he knew it so well?

Gou Wuyue refused to even accept a word of rebellion, just turned around and left, and is he still rampant here?

The crowd in white clothes was excited, and two people were about to be born.

But after thinking about it for a moment, the inexplicable death of No. 33...

Just now, was it really a coincidence?

On the other hand, Gou Wuyue was really angry.

"Ba Zunzun, do you really want to fight stubbornly?"

"kill……"

With an angry and funny expression on his face, he pointed at the dead branch and then looked at the man.

"Why?!"

"With this tattered branch in your hand?"

"Just because you have the ability to support your flight?"

"Just because of your... spine that can't even be straightened after being crushed by this world?"

Gou Wuyue laughed, her face became serious for a long time, and her voice became completely cold, "Ba Zunzun, do you really have to wear out all my patience and die calmly before you can be worthy of all my sacrifices?"

"I never expect anyone to pay for me."

After a pause, Bazun looked back thoughtfully, took a deep look at Gou Wuyue, and said with a hint: "I never hope."

Haitang'er, who was hiding in the space debris, trembled and realized that this time, she seemed to have done something wrong.

How could the Eighth Sword Immortal need help from others?

"Then what is your intention?!" Gou Wuyue roared angrily, his words full of madness.

"kill."

The word light came down gracefully.

Everyone thought this man was crazy.

If you really don't have a good chance of escape, will you give up only if Tai Sui has dirt on his head?

Gou Wuyue could no longer restrain her impulse.

"rampant!!"

His roar was as loud as thunder.

At this moment, the world was in turmoil, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

Even the heavens were shaken by his anger, turning from sunny to overcast, with dark clouds overhead, cold wind blowing, space collapsed, and mountains disintegrated in one word.

The famous sword Nulan's voice tilted.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

The torrent of blue Mojian swept from east to west and penetrated directly to the place where the Eight Masters were.

"careful."

Haitang'er exclaimed.

The remaining petals at the feet of the Eight Masters stood up, as if they wanted to block this wave of attacks.

But how strong is Mo's swordsmanship?

With just one impact, the petals were shattered and completely torn into powder.

"Whoosh".

Haitang'er wanted to save the space.

Even if the first one insists on having his own way, he can't let the first one die here even if he fights to the death!

But the crack in the space was about to open, and Haitang'er was about to escape from it, but suddenly stopped, looking at the torrent of Mo Jian from a distance, it seemed that an astonishing sword intent was rising.

——A completely different sword intent from Gou Wuyue!

"this?"

When the green torrent washed past, everyone thought that even the immortal body of the Eight Masters could not withstand the power of Taixu and the damage of Mo Jian.

In this wave, even if you don't die, you will be captured on the spot.

But suddenly, the sword intent rising to the sky rose from the blue torrent, smashing it into pieces.

Unscrupulous, bohemian, fearless...

Gou Wuyue was in a daze, feeling that the man from back then was back.

His thoughts just stayed like this, and a golden light bloomed from the cyan.

Immediately, the sound of the Buddha was overwhelming, and a giant Buddha rose up inch by inch in the blue torrent!

"Om mani padme hum..."

The low six-character Sanskrit sound came from the hearts of everyone in the audience, and the speaking speed became faster and faster.

Everyone felt that their temples were swollen, and their heads seemed to explode from the chanting of the Sanskrit mantra. They turned away their eyes, closed their six senses, and did not dare to face it directly.

Gou Wuyue's eyes widened, staring at the moment when the giant Buddha towered into the clouds, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"How can it be……"

"A ban on martial arts?"

He was confused.

Under the ban on martial arts, how could the Eight Masters use spiritual skills again?

Is this a joke?

The ban on martial arts issued by Huachangdeng in the past was actually useless?

"In the past, was Hua Chang Deng ever canonized?"

A black light rose from the sky and stood on top of the Buddha.

The Eight Masters seemed to know what Gou Wuyue was thinking about, and sneered: "Who among the world's most talented people can suppress me, the Eight Masters, who have never been canonized?"

That stern look, flamboyant hair...

At this moment, Gou Wuyue's expression felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

"Well."

The pained moans of the man in white finally woke him up, and Gou Wuyue came back to his senses.

"Ba Zunzun, do you really want to take action?"

No reply.

The eight acquaintances standing on the top of the Buddha statues are rising in momentum.

He suddenly raised his eyes, and the sword thought flashed across his eyes.

"laugh!"

Gou Wuyue only felt a pain in her chest.

The eight masters are familiar with the dead branches, but they don't move.

His blood spurted out, and his whole body was pierced by the sword thought, and he was nailed to death on the spot.

"I won't kill you, just watch and treat you."