With the Sky City falling like this, all the low-level spiritual masters in the Yunlun Mountains no longer have to live.

How could Bazunzun not see this?

The purpose of the Holy Slave is to fight against restraint and oppression, not against society or the mainland. Naturally, he cannot let the Sky City fall down like this.

What's more, the Yunlun Mountains are easy to talk about, as well as the younger generation of the Saint Slaves, and the group of geniuses on the first floor of the supernumerary organization.

Due to emotions and reasons, these people cannot die.

The "rumbling" sound became increasingly harsh.

Looking up, you can already see the end of this ancient city, blazing with fire.

According to the original plan, the task of raising the city was the water ghost's.

He had to hold on until the Eight Masters recovered to some extent before he could issue the second command, causing the Sky City to stop in mid-air and levitate.

But doing this is a waste of time.

Once the Holy Temple reacts and Ai Cangsheng shoots an arrow, the water ghost rising up from the city will be unable to move and needs to resist the arrow, otherwise it will definitely die!

Although for the sake of the spiritual refiners in the Yunlun Mountains, there is a high probability that the Holy Temple would not be able to shoot such an arrow.

but……

Ba Zunzun withdrew his gaze from the horizon and looked at Xiu Yuanke, who still had a heart of innocence, and understood that he had a better choice at the moment.

"Do you want to save them?" Bazun asked with a smile.

Xiu Yuanke was startled: "I would like to, but..."

He looked at the huge city in the sky that was coming with force, and knew that in order to withstand this wave of impact, he would need to build up a force that was no less powerful than a sword that could destroy all the buildings in Shenyue Immortal City.

"I'm afraid I can't do it..."

Xiu Yuanke swallowed his saliva and smiled bitterly. How could he be so strong?

Ba Zunzun didn't worry about whether Xiu Yuanke could do it. He only glanced at Cen Qiaofu and Water Ghost, indicating that they could retreat for now.

After the two of them were ordered to retreat dozens of feet, he raised his eyes and continued to look at the giant city that was almost facing him in the sky. Without looking back, he whispered: "Ancient sword cultivator?"

"Ah?" Xiu Yuanke was stunned for a moment, then he realized that the teacher was asking him, and immediately nodded, "Yeah."

"What kind of swordsmanship do you major in?" The eight masters' dim eyes reflected the fire of the giant city.

"The nine great swordsmanships all have their own strategies..." Xiu Yuanke said, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he became excited, "Teacher, what do you mean?"

"Do you know how to use phantom swordsmanship?" Bazun asked the question without answering, remaining calm.

"Yes!" Xiu Yuanke nodded heavily.

"Where did you realize it?"

"The first realm, time and space jump!"

"How long will it take to learn the sword?"

"Thirty-four years!" Xiu Yuanke said without hesitation, "Teacher, I switched to ancient swordsmanship midway. Like most people in Shenyue Immortal City, I was influenced by you... I never believed it.

If you pass, you will perish!"

"Thirty-four years, first realm, changing cultivation midway..."

Bazun murmured, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up: "It's pretty good."

Xiu Yuanke blushed, scratched his head and said, "It's far worse than the teacher."

Bazun shook his head slightly.

How can this be compared?

He paused for a moment, finally turned back, his eyes fell on Xiu Yuanke, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "It is difficult for me to teach you sword reading in a short period of time. If you are destined in the future, you may be able to learn it, but right now...

…”

As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, and Bazun looked at the mahogany sword box behind Xiu Yuanke.

"I have a sword that I can pass on to you.

“However, given your current level, after learning this sword, you will either die or be injured!

"So...are you willing to learn?"

Xiuyuanke froze and couldn't react for a while.

Soon, his eyes widened and his body began to tremble with excitement, completely overwhelmed by happiness.

He had never heard of the consequences of "either death or injury". He only extracted one thought from these words that Bazun was familiar with...

Teacher, do you want to pass on the sword?

There was a bang, Xiu Yuanke knelt down on his knees, and a big hole was made in the ground. His knees were bleeding without even realizing it, and his eyes were full of piety.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening!"

Behind them, Cen Qiaofu and the water ghost looked at this scene, then raised their eyes to look at the giant city in the sky, seeming to understand what was going to happen next.

"Rare!"

Cen Qiaofu shook his head and sighed: "Thirty years ago, with his unruly temperament, it would have been impossible for him to even take a second look at a passerby like Xiu Yuan Ke!"

"But times have changed, haven't they..." Water Ghost also murmured.

In a daze, a picture appeared in front of him of the second time he met Ba Zunshen, when the other party invited him to join the Saint Slave again.

At that time, the genius of a generation had been beaten to the point where his sword was missing and he only had eight fingers on his hand.

Forget about carrying a sword.

Whether Ba Zunzhen is still a swordsman is a matter of two opinions!

When the water ghost faced the invitation, he smiled and mocked like this: "I can't even hold a sword. Are you kidding me when you invite me to join the Saint Slave?"

However, even though there are scars on his neck, his body is disabled, and even his eyes have lost their former sharpness, the will of the Eight Masters has never collapsed.

"My body is already broken, so what if I abandon the sword? I can point out all the sword masters in the world! Not to mention that there is no sword that cannot be drawn, and there is no way that can't be practiced?"

It was such a calm response that shocked the water ghost at that time. The man who single-handedly tried to overturn the world was no longer there.

After the injury, he changed.

He has become good at using momentum, using the endless momentum behind the four words "Eighth Sword Immortal" that he typed in just three years...

Use people as swords, wait for the times to change, and then go to the sky!

It seems that Bazun is familiar with such a person. One person and one sword can bring endless panic to the whole world.

After he knows how to use force, who else in the world can resist him?

The water ghost couldn't refuse such an invitation.

Because at that time, he was also eager to get the answer, and the Eight Masters in that state were obviously the only ones who could surpass him and give him the answer.

In a blink of an eye, the scene returned to Guyin Cliff again.

In the background, there is an ancient city carrying blazing fireworks, falling like a meteor.

At the top of the extremely dark cliff, there was a one-armed and lame old man kneeling piously. In front of him, eight wise men stretched out their hands and curled their fingers.

"Here comes the sword."

There was a snap sound.

The peach wood sword box behind Xiu Yuan Ke cracked with a sound, and a wide and long peach wood sword inside flew out with a clang, drawing a bright arc of sword light across the sky, and fell into the hands of the Eight Masters.

The water ghost looked at this scene and took a deep breath.

At the moment, he thought that it was a crazy idea for Ba Zunzun to use Xiuyuanke to block the city without him, but he could not disobey, so he could only retreat according to the order.

Now, he feels calmer.

"What is there not to trust about this person?"

On the cliff.

Ba Zunzun held the mahogany long sword lightly in his left hand, put the fingers of his right hand together and slowly slid them over the sword.

Wherever his eyes went, the peach wood sword showed its white edge inch by inch.

"Buzz"

Obviously he is not holding the sword, but at this moment, Xiu Yuanke can feel the joy of wielding the sword, and can clearly see the extra telepathy on the Taomu sword behind the teacher's fingertips...

This is Jian Nian!

Likewise, with just such a touch and slide, Xiu Yuanke even felt that his sword was now mastered by his teacher!

As long as the teacher thinks about it, this sword seems to be able to solve it!

simply……

Unbelievable!

"Rumble!!!"
To be continued...