Xu Xiaoshou knew that there was still a slight gap between him and the mature ten-status.

But it was not difficult for him to hear the hidden meaning in Dao Qiongcang’s words:

It doesn’t allow you to mature quickly to the point where you can drip in all aspects without any blind spots. You only need to “attack” and leave the rest to me!

Let’s talk about Qiongcang’s wording, there is nothing else, just “sword”!

What is sword?

Ancient sword cultivators have always been synonymous with cross-level fighting in the Holy Continent.

The Seven Swordsmen and the Sword Throne can charge at it.

But the lower limit of this title is the throne realm of soul refining, and the upper limit is... there is no upper limit!

It could be that the people of Meisi braved the countdown to death and killed Jiang Buyi with their swords.

It could be that Xiao Kongtong gritted his teeth and charged into the second world, severely injuring Yan Wuse.

What's more, Guyu heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening, and the sword opened the mysterious door.

"I won't open the mysterious door!"

Xu Xiaoshou responded dully with his spiritual skills.

Yes, he had the artistic conception of Xuanmiaomen in his mind, but he knew that he still had a big gap.

If you forcefully open this sword, you will end up badly!

"There is no need for the third realm. If you were that level, why would I need to worry about so many details? You would have killed him long ago."

Dao Qiongang's words made Xu Xiaoshou choked and turned black.

Can you speak? Ah! Can you speak?

But it's also a relief.

Very good, there is no need to sacrifice yourself, the old slut should have other things to think about.

"You have one punch that can destroy the body."

"You have a finger that can destroy souls."

The two words that suddenly popped out from Dao Qiongcang sent a chill down Xu Xiaoshou's spine.

These are the two methods he just came up with on his own.

If Dao Qiongtian can't hold it back, he will try to expose the passive punch and disillusionment finger with a stronger charge value, and he will always be able to catch Hui Yin off guard.

Even if you can't kill him, you can also make him unable to guard the tree gate for a short period of time, so you can escape from the ruins of God with your old tricks, right?

What happened after returning to Holy Spirit Continent?

That's a story for another day. After all, after using these two special passive skills, you can still suppress Dao Qiongcang for a long time, which is enough for you to accumulate more energy.

Who would have thought that as soon as this guy opened his mouth, he would be blocked by others:

"I don't need you to use them, they can't kill Sui Yin."

"I need a sword. Starting from the weakness I mentioned before, it will only hurt his 'mind', destroy his last support, and make his state completely collapse and fall into deep sleep again."

"To rub salt in the wound, yes, that's what it means."

You are so insidious... After Xu Xiaoshou listened, he quickly replied:

"I will be prajna-free!"

"Too slow."

"He will also be abandoned by heaven!"

"not enough."

"You fart straight away!"

Xu Xiao is annoyed. Are you here to attack people?

The third realm is not enough, the second realm is not enough...

Is it possible that you want me to become the Eight Masters, combine the nine major sword skills, and create a sword for you on the spot that can’t do anything else? With full attack power, all the output will be focused on the avenue of "intention", and only kill the evil intention.

"Specializing in swords"?

Dao Qiongcang: "I want you to transform into the eight acquaintances..."

???

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened and he couldn't hold himself any longer: "Do you think I'm a god?"

Huh?

This sentence seems familiar. Where have you heard it?

Dao Qiong Cang calmly replied:

"With the absence of the Eight Masters, your sword is the only hope."

"When the Ten Lords are seated, every time they are in danger, when everyone thinks that he can't bear it anymore, there will always be such a stunning sword."

"He can do it, but can't you?"

"Master Shou."

What the hell are you...

Such a clumsy way of provoking a general.

Not to mention, Xu Xiaoshou was not aroused at all: "My understanding is really bad."

"Please understand."

"I told you, no!"

"You should realize it again."

"I already said no, and no means no..." Xu Xiaoshou's words suddenly stopped.

The sky of Tao is never without aim.

Could it be that what he wants is to use the passive value of the Mangjian Dao Disk to reach 90% super Dao level.

By then, the second realm of all ancient swordsmanship has been integrated and mastered. Although it is not complete yet, no matter what, it is just to take the essence and discard the dross, and create an enhanced version of the one-sword prajna on the spot...

Prajna Nothing·Heavenly Solution?

No!

Not to mention that I don’t have that much passive value anymore.

It is impossible for Tao Qiongtian to know the existence of passive systems.

Even if I meet all the conditions and my kendo board is up to 90%, whether I can create such a sword in a short time is a 50-50 chance.

So, what is the basis for Dao Qiongang to remain firm?

Rumble...

The spatial fragmentation occasionally connects to the ruins of God, and you can hear the terrifying explosions of the battlefield in your ears.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart stopped, and he sank completely. Qiangang's voice just now flashed through his mind:

"I want you to transform into the Eight Masters!"

He doesn't believe me.

What he believed in was the Eight Masters.

But Ba Zunzhen is a waste now.

He also said that it is impossible for me to enter the Relics of God, as long as I believe in the sky, unless I have tied up the Moon Palace slave now...

No, no, no, don’t go astray!

Come back! Come back!

"The Eight Masters..."

brush.

Thoughts flashed.

A picture of the eight-fingered cripple walking around the Void Island emerged.

"The Eight Masters..."

brush.

Thoughts flashed again.

When he met the saint for the first time, after the half-saint Zang Ren looked at himself, the eight saints in his body quickly appeared, and the image of domineering voices emerged.

"The Eight Masters..."

brush.
To be continued...