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Chapter 1,718 This name has been raised for thirty years. This beast was born in the wilderness.(2/3)

He truly developed the concept of "genius is just the threshold for meeting him".

Chang Ding Yizhen, one can imagine how many names from the Five Realms he has digested over the years?

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou's scalp was numb!

The key point is that the guy has shown nothing and has been an eight-fingered cripple for more than thirty years.

Even before the change in sword thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou, one of his own, had doubted whether relying on Lao Ba was a wrong decision?

Now, he has no doubts.

Only when one's fame is perfected and his sword skills are flourishing can he receive such nourishment and improvement.

Bazun understands that the phrase "I am here" is not conceited, but confidence.

Perhaps the ancestor gods are not yet comparable.

But he still has the confidence to kill the great Holy Emperors who regard the Holy Land as their back garden and the ladder to heaven?

"Steady, steady..."

Xu Xiaoshou was no longer in a hurry, and kept telling himself that he could slow down again.

While staring at the mission mirror, he watched Zhu Yiyi start counting after finishing.

While everyone was watching, he secretly took out four swords.

The Four Swords is still the Four Swords. It lives up to the name of the fierce sword and has extraordinary charm.

But at that time, even the divine sword Xuan Cang in Rao Yaoyao's hand became as smart as Jiang Zhi after seeing the four swords. He even wanted to compete with Fei Gaogao.

In the Dead Sea, when the fierce sword came out, it didn't cause any trouble.

The Emperor Sword Duzun never even made a sound of sword sound.

Or I dare not!

No one even paid much attention to the appearance of a sword in Master Shou's hand, because Zhu Yiyi's count on the frontal battlefield entered the final stage.

Only Beibei felt something, frowned, and glanced sideways.

She only felt a little weird, but couldn't read anything. She wrinkled her nose and let out a "hum".

Xu Xiaoshou raised the corner of his lips and put away the sword.

He saw clearly the essential difference between the Imperial Sword and the Fierce Sword.

The former still seems to be covered in dust and obscured by dust. Even though it is shiny and bright, it is not bright.

The latter is nourished by sword thoughts, and the sword body is flowing with light, and there are faint signs of the first of the five great artifacts of chaos in its momentum!

If we say that the compatibility between Beibei and Emperor Sword Duzun is infinitely close to 100%.

Then Xu Xiaoshou himself, with four swords and sword thoughts, has exceeded the limit of 100%.

As for the "upper limit"?

For ancient sword cultivators, there is no upper limit in sight.

It’s hard to imagine what kind of effect it would have if the Eight Masters of Swordsman returned and the Qingju Sword Tomb entered the world and the two merged into one.

"This is what you want to tell the world, is the addition of 'name' and 'sword mind' to ancient sword cultivation, my dear..."

The Dead Sea is not rough, and Xu Xiao's heart was in turmoil under the pressure.

The king is in my hand. Unless I take out the second card on the ladder to heaven, who in this world can withstand the crazy name of the eight masters who have been together for thirty years?

But before that, whether you can prove your way by loving the common people depends on the situation of the final battle.

It's okay to fail.

The Eight Masters know the truth.

The sky is like a mantis stalking a cicada, with an oriole behind.

But Xu Xiaoshou doesn't like the feeling of being a burden. He is also a normal person. He also wants to win and rely on his own strength!

"Zhu Yiyi, this first step is for you..."



"three!"

Countdown to the end.

The five regions are paying attention. At this moment, not many people are thinking about Zhu Yiyi's previous tricks.

Even Feng Xiaoshuang held her breath and concentrated, forgetting the past, only feeling a lot of pressure.

She knows better than Zhu Yiyi who the "dog" is and how it will bite people.

Maybe as soon as the life countdown ends and the "boom" sound is heard, the arrow of the sinful bow can take away his life just by relying on the aftermath.

After all, Zhu Yiyi is not a master and cannot protect the safety of those around him.

A thief, what can anyone hope for?

"two!"

Zhu Yiyi has no pressure at all.

He didn't even fully understand who the subject of the "dog" was, but just had a rough idea.

But he has been in the Customs of Death for a long time and has no idea about the war in the outside world.

He doesn’t know the relics of the gods, the evil spirit, the master of the palace, the great emperor of the common people, and the five declines of heaven and man...

Naturally, it is not clear if the "dog" bites someone, whether he can withstand it.

unimportant.

You don’t even have to think about this question.

Because Master Shou said that if you just count, nothing will happen.

Could what he said be wrong?

Then, after returning to the Xingjie several times and meeting that damn Li Fugui, he can be canonized as a saint, which is the top priority.

Zhu Yiyi couldn't wait any longer and shouted out the last word of "Five Domains Focus":

"one."

Rattling...

Feng Xiaoshuang stepped on the air and rolled a stone down the cliff.

This sudden sound frightened the spectators from the five regions to skip a beat, but Zhu Yiyi only glanced over with a frown.

"What are you doing?"

"You're sweating profusely. Do you have a fever?"

Feng Xiaoshuang had a hard time saying that it was really difficult to lift this mirror. I was drunk in the wind. I wrongly blamed you. You were able to persevere during the battle on the Holy Mountain. You are already a man.



"Aren't you going to cum yet?"

In the Southern Territory, Zhong Yuanzi did not expect to love the common people so much.

He couldn't help it anymore and turned around to question the man in the wheelchair beside him, wanting to shoot an arrow for him.

Xu Xiaoshou is too rampant!

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this "counting" is provocation!

He just dared to arrogantly seize the path of half-saint Pei Yuan in front of the world and dig out his status as a semi-saint, in order to prove that the path of the Holy Temple is wrong.

The people they called could hardly even hinder Xu Xiaoshou's progress, let alone deter him.

What's even more annoying is that after he did this, he asked Zhu Yiyi to bring out his personality and even Pei Yuan's soul.

He was caught in the crosshairs of the Eye of the Great Way and the arrow of the Sinful Bow.

After counting to ten, I'm about to leave, will you stop me?

Don't stop?

Coward!

The person you called here, in the end, you didn't even save his soul. He is a waste! A useless dog!

bar?

Well……

Zhong Yuanzi didn't know what would happen.

But it is also clear that if he stops, Xu Xiaoshou's intention will be fulfilled.

He must have something big, and if it happens after "stopping", it should be even more impactful than "not stopping".

But……
To be continued...
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