What a master of the Eight Masters!

They didn't hear the murmur of the Eight Masters, but everyone heard the words of the Taoist Palace Master.

I should not say anything, but just look at the Taoist Palace Master's expression and his words, "Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrows in the world."

Everyone was convinced that these eight acquaintances were no longer false.

"He is really here!"

"After the Master of the Dao Palace, even the Eighth Sword Immortal also landed on the island. Is this going to lead to another ten-seat battle?"

"Yunlun throws away treasures, the Holy Emperor's golden edict, the deep sea turns into the void, the secrets change into water ghosts...the Eight Masters are well prepared!"

"But now his biggest enemy is the False Saint Emperor, not the Half-Saint... How can he fight against the false Saint Emperor?"

Regarding the Eight Masters, everyone has similar feelings. In addition to admiration, they still admire him.

He is flawed, after all, he suffered defeat and the price was two broken fingers.

But how can life be perfect?

There were even different opinions about the unknown battle before, and no one could figure out the truth.

It can be said that the eight deities know their flaws but do not hide their virtues.

His life was a life of fighting, defeating countless enemies.

At this moment, even as the leader of the Holy Slave, even the people of the Holy Temple can hardly feel disgusted.

He is so genuine!

Although the water ghost is also strong, it gives people a variety of feelings. The city is extremely deep and the methods are complicated.

Moreover, since his former name was Yu Mo, and he joined the Holy Slaves, anyone could imagine that he had some unknown special purpose.

Dao Qiongcang is certainly strong, but he has many plans and many plans.

His strength is as mysterious as his magic. No one can notice it when he is in the game, but the aftertaste afterwards is endless.

But these are all too roundabout!

Ba Zunzun is completely different. He is strong and direct, and he is also direct!

Perhaps some of his holy slaves have deep dissent, but based on him alone...

Everyone is willing to believe that the purpose of the Eight Masters leading the Saint Slaves is just to fight for the Dao.

Just like the most direct fighting method of Gu Jianxiu, pressure, struggle, and defeat.

That's all.

So, when you look at the figure on the spiritual mirror who is walking leisurely and slowly step by step.

The people watching the battle could no longer firm their stance. The only thing they were thinking about at the moment was:

"The show is about to begin!"

On the horizon, Rao Yaoyao landed beside Dao Qiongang, but his eyes never moved away from the figure outside the Miracle Forest.

She only paused for a moment, then her pretty face became solemn and her red lips parted:

"I'll kill him!"

In recent years, the Holy Slave has become the biggest thorn in the side of the Holy Temple and a thorn in the flesh.

However, the first Saint Slave disappeared and disappeared, and his identity was not really clear until he was in the Eighth Palace.

Rao Yaoyao wants to fight the Eight Masters, and has been thinking about it for more than thirty years!

She was unwilling to fight the eight masters who seemed to be in a weak state at the moment, and preferred to fight with swords in their prime.

But in the Holy Temple, from this point of view, the eight deities who are in poor condition are alone at this moment, which is the best time to carry out the beheading operation.

"No need." Dao Qiongcang stretched out his hand to stop her.

"Why!" Rao Yaoyao's eyes were filled with anger. He couldn't miss this opportunity, it would never come again.

Dao Qiongcang shook his head, not wanting to explain at all, but just said: "It's too late..."

It's really late!

The appearance of the Eight Masters attracted everyone's attention.

Even the Holy Emperor Wangze who was in the Juejiu Fire Realm had his attention diverted because of that wisp of sword thought slashing towards Dao Qiongtian.

Dao Qiongcang himself, when he was between life and death, briefly gave up his resistance to Si Wuzhen's control.

——This is a conspiracy!

Ba Zunzhen doesn't even need to do anything, he only attracts attention with his "appearance".

At that moment, Si Wuzhen, who had been released from control, was taken away by Xu Xiaoshou, one of the true masters of the battle here.

"Let me borrow your three-foot sword and watch me cut off all the sorrow in the world..."

Above the extreme fire domain, Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.

Thinking that he had failed to show off just now, but the Eight Masters were so attractive, he finally curled up his lips and rolled his eyes.

"Hmph, showing off."

You have to be the best at showing off, even if you are not as good as the sky.

He only appeared on stage, said one sentence, and didn't actually do anything, and he attracted so many people's attention.

If you have the passive system, you can walk all the way from Tiansangling Palace to Dongtianwang City, and you will probably reach the full level.

I was full of the desire to complain, but I didn’t forget the real thing.

Xu Xiaoshou grasped the slightest opportunity between life and death.

Stepping on the formation disk, Si Wuzhen was under control again.

This time, the position of the formation eye is extremely clear, and if you reflect the formula in your heart, you can transfer infinite mysteries.

Xu Xiaoshou came to his senses, shouted loudly, and flew into the sky:

"Rao Wangze, what are you looking at? Your opponent is me!"

Three hundred and sixty-five Suppression Monument, nine cores, plus the three treasures on his body - the heart of full illumination, white beads, and flaming python.

This time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer borrowed the Si Wu Formation and simply summoned the power of the Heavenly Ancestor.

Instead, he became one of the formation's eyes, became the holy light, and became part of the Si Wu formation!

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Everyone heard this roar and looked back.

But with the movement of the Si Wu Formation, Xu Xiaoshou, who was in the sky above the Jue Fire Domain, was drowned by the holy light, and the aura of the Holy Emperor on his body climbed again and again, seemingly without limit.

"He wants to untie Si Wuzhen?"

Dao Qiongtian held the secret of heaven in his hand, and he subconsciously wanted to destroy it, but when he saw the figure outside the Miracle Forest with his peripheral vision, he stopped his movements.

Not only "Ming Yi",

The entry of Ba Zunzhen also put a lot of pressure on him.

Such a person who seems to be defeated can use the cooled black iron sword to cut out a sword energy.

If I were to target Xu Xiaoshou again, what kind of counterattack would Bazun Shui provoke?

——Leaving your back to the enemy is definitely not what a gentleman does.

If not, let him handle the battle of the Holy Emperor himself... Dao Qiongcang thought to himself.

"Xu Xiaoshou."

At the top of the Jueji Fire Realm, the Wanze Holy Emperor whispered softly, as if he had remembered the name.

He didn't say much about the operation of the Si Wu Formation or the changes in the Holy Emperor's aura on Xu Xiaoshou's body.

This shadowy figure slowly raised his hand.

"boom!"

The storm is gathering, and the sky is pointing down again.

Different from besieging Wei and rescuing Zhao on the Ladder of Heaven, this time the Holy Emperor of Vanity enters the scene to defeat the enemy.

The power of Tian Qing's finger was even greater than the previous strike.

However, Xu Xiaoshou flew into the air, but there were still two guardians in front of him.

"Xu Xiaoshou, let it bloom to your heart's content! Leave the rest to me..."

Mei Jiren only glanced high in the sky and then looked back.

He flicked his sleeves and robes, with a serious intent to kill, and hung the Taicheng sword upside down on his chest. He no longer had the kind-hearted look on his face like a teacher, only the sharp edge of an unsheathed sword was revealed.

Facing Tianqing's finger, the old swordsman was not afraid, he muttered something in his mouth, and stroked the sword's body with his sword finger.

At that moment, inch by inch, the Taicheng sword was polished and wiped away like dust.
To be continued...