The tens of thousands of swords that covered the sky and the sun were actually real and pierced towards the Eight Zou An.

It seems that it is not that the swords of thousands come back, but that the swords of thousands penetrate the heart!

"Swish swish swish!"

The world is dead silent, and only the sound of endless spiritual swords breaking through the air.

A terrifying thing happened. When the first sword pierced into the body of Eight Zunsan, no blood was splashed.

The sword is like a sheath.

The eight masters are the sheaths.

The spirit sword stabbed into the chest and hid it.

"Tibetan……"

Hua Changdeng lifted the hunting ghosts in a diagonal manner, but her face was unmoved, but she felt awe in her heart.

The hidden sword technique is hidden to this point, not just hidden?

This guy intends to use the immortal sword body to the extreme, use the names of thousands of swords and famous swords to the extreme, and all belong to him, "I"!

Brush brush...

One after another, one after another.

An eight-foot-foot man has taken thousands of swords.

Just counting breaths, the sea of ​​swords that covered the sky and the sun, and tens of thousands of swords were all eaten by the eight immortal sword bodies.

His body was not bloated because of this.

His body and spirit did not change because of this.

The only thing that changes is the sword thought field around you, which expands from hundreds of feet to thousands of miles!

"Wow!"

The sword thought field follows the convergence.

This was like it could not be compressed, and the violent energy externalized from the outside was actually taken into the body by Ba Zunan in a moment.

The snow on Lingyu Mountain is frozen in the air.

The cultivators of the Five Realms opened their mouths wide and were dumbfounded.

For example, Gou Wuyue, Xiao Kongtong and others retreated to Fusangcheng and other places, watching from afar, making their scalp numb:

"Is this... hide the sword technique?"

Others have hidden sword power and sword power. The eight masters can really "hide sword" with all their strength?

Thousands of people are empty.

The number of people in various Jinxingdao has increased dramatically.

Almost everyone in the Holy Spirit Continent ended the matter at hand and gathered in front of a small golden bead, and they were shocked.

From the perspective of the world, the only thing that can remain unchanged is the long lamp standing on the other side in the battle situation.

"not enough."

Hua Changlan's fingertips rubbed the ghost hunting.

The ghost hunting sounded buzzing, and there was a faint light among the potholes and cracks on it, which radiated the soul and blew the sound of "whimpering" and howled.

The swords are all gone.

The eight masters know the power and swallow thousands of miles.

Hua Changdeng only raised her eyebrows, and when she glanced over, her chin shook slightly, and the sound of her constant voice spread thousands of miles:

"Eight masters are not enough."

Isn't this enough?

The five realms are as stupid as a wooden chicken, and I don’t know if Emperor Hua Sheng is confident or arrogant?

The eighth sword immortal is so powerful. If he slashes out a sword and tests everyone in the world, who can stop it?

Can Gou Wuyue stop it?

If you are a person, your only choice is to retreat!

"Brother Hua, don't worry."

Above the void, the eight masters smiled.

Ten thousand swords swallowed by the sea of ​​swords, Xuan Cang and Chasing the Moon.

The sword power nourishes, and when someone comes, it can make the Taoist rhyme rise, the spirit reaches the blessing realm, and you don’t know what you think or what you say. The Eight Masters can still keep their mind clear.

After saying that, he summoned the famous sword's hand, covered his palm and pressed it down gently.

"Come again!"

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This time, the famous sword 20 jumped into the air.

Eight Zun An raised his head and opened his mouth, and twenty swords turned into beams of light, entering his throat one by one, and were swallowed into his stomach.

"This is……"

The visitors from the five domains were moved at the same time.

But when one of the famous swords entered the abdomen, the eight masters' bodies cracked and bloodless light splashed out, a sword thought oozed out.

The sword thought was as thin as a cicada's wing, about three feet long, and it slashed out from its right shoulder. Wherever it went, the space was like paper, and the way was like hair, and it was easily cut through.

When it penetrates the clouds and sky, its castration momentum will not decrease at all, and it will have the potential to go straight out of this world and kill the three ancestors outside the country.

call out!

But in the blink of an eye, the sword thought was like a flying bone, and it turned from the sky, from the gap on the eight masters' shoulders, and returned to the body.

At the same time.

In all parts of the five realms, any spiritual refiner, regardless of whether he was watching the battle, felt that his body sank and his knees could not bend.

The heart was like a heavy stone hanging on it, falling down hard.

The body feels overwhelmed.

"Dong."

It is as heavy as a drum sound, and the Tao sound is muffled.

Everyone was stunned and blood burst out from their seven orifices, and almost fainted on the spot.

Take this wave and look at Lingyu Mountain again.

The eight Zun An, who had just swallowed the wounded sword and tears of sadness without swords, had a shackle on his body, and the scene was particularly familiar.

Soon, someone remembered it and screamed: "This is very similar to Emperor Cangsheng's...!"

Yes, it's very similar.

A word woke up the dreamer and everyone remembered it.

When he was beaten by the emperor half a year ago, the latter's art of prison was restricted by multiple sections, leaving an indelible impression on the world.

The last arrow, which is powerful and powerful, aims to move up and down the ladder, trying to take away all those who are in a high state.

The magic sword technique that Su Ye could not resist being better than the chess and used in advance ended his last dream before the fall of Ai Xiang.

Is the prison limit of the God of the Celestial Emperor's Art, so is it weak?

No!

Everyone knows that if the arrow is shot out, the master may not be able to avoid the edge.

Now, the eight masters swallowed the swords of thousands of swords and then killed the sword. The body of a mortal, as they were as good as the ancestor god, actually stirred up such shackles.

"What's the matter..."

Gou Wuyue frowned. This hidden sword technique was a bit too much.

Even he couldn't understand the realm that the eight masters are familiar with now. This is no longer the category of sword art and unsheathed sword in ancient swords.

The eight masters who knew the secrets clearly used the art of loving the people and imprisoning the limits. He also "borrowed hundreds of schools and united one person"!

Dong.

The second muffled drum sounded, and the beast sword was madly engraved with swords.

The eight Zun An remained motionless, and three wounds were cracked on his body. Jian Nian was leaked and then returned.

"This sword thought alone is not under the power of the sword that Wuyue Sword Immortal blocked Hua Changdeng before!" Someone was even more shocked when he measured the power.

Dong.

Dongdong.
To be continued...