"Senior Wuyue, do you recognize me?"

Begonia, who was holding flowers, was a little surprised.

He has never seen Gou Wuyue.

Gou Wuyue is not responsible for the battle section of the Northern Territory.

"Flower-scented hometown, I have admired the famous name for a long time." Gou Wuyue's face looked a little solemn.

Same as No. 33.

Those who have reached their level are not afraid of violence.

Because no matter how powerful he is, he cannot be defeated by the Sword Immortal.

But such evil ways and tricks...those who can really pull off tricks are the most deadly.

Not much.

Even death, I don’t know how to die!

There was a smile on Haitang'er's face, and she said: "Senior Wuyue, are you going to try to break my 'Flower Hometown'? To be honest, I'm also very curious whether the upper limit of my realm can resist the Sword Immortal."

A blow?"

Gou Wuyue stared at him for a long time and suddenly smiled.

"Zhan Dao?"

Haitang'er raised her brows but did not respond. Gou Wuyue knew everything.

"No need to try."

He shook his head and refused: "You are no match for me."

After speaking, Gou Wuyue turned around and cast her gaze on the masked man.

"Mask, take off."

This is a commanding tone!

The masked man raised his eyebrows, but didn't care: "What else do you want to prove?"

"I said...mask, take it off!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was very cold.

"Well."

The masked man hesitated for a while, then nodded slowly, "Okay."

As he spoke, he actually took action and slowly lifted the mask from bottom to top, revealing a face covered with coagulated blood scabs and stains.

The disheveled hair that was pressed close to the scalp, the unkempt beard that was twisted and of varying lengths, those turbid eyes that were completely lifeless and did not show even half of the swordsman's style in the past...

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

But this is the face of Ba Zunzun!

Even if outsiders imitate, they should think twice before imitating.

But a real person is a real person, and a fake is a fake.

Even if the temperament is completely different from that of decades ago, there are some things and flavors that cannot be erased by time.

What Gou Wuyue saw from this face was not slovenliness.

Instead, the edges have been smoothed by time, fortunes have been crushed by heaven, and after being forcefully suppressed by Huachangdeng, there is a face that has deteriorated slightly, but still shows the charm of the past.

"obedience……"

A word flashed through Gou Wuyue's mind, and suddenly her pores opened slightly and her hairs stood up.

What a ridiculous word!

The words are not ridiculous at all.

But if you put it on the Eighth Sword Immortal who was once scornful and unruly...

obedience?

It's like two parallel lines intersecting at a certain point.

That dirty face really shocked Gou Wuyue.

"Changed." He murmured.

"Is it enough?"

The masked man laughed and said again: "It's not enough."

He took off his gloves, the gloves on his hands, and then tore open the black robe that protected his neck and tore it to his chest.

The eight fingers that lost the thumbs of both hands...

Where those eight fingers wandered past, the neck was exposed to the air with a shocking and terrifying scar...

Gou Wuyue tightly held Nulan's voice in her palm.

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling.

"Tell me, what's your name!"

It's not a question, but an exclamation.

"I've already told you, it's useless to say more." The masked man smiled.

"name!"

Gou Wuyue roared.

The masked man's expression froze for a moment.

He could see the burning fighting spirit in Gou Wuyue's eyes, which was a sign of respect for his former opponent.

At this moment, his blood surged all over his body, and his blood was boiling.

Even if you can't fly...

"call out!"

Suddenly a huge force came from the bottom of his feet, and a blooming crabapple pushed him up.

Later.

Once the space under your feet is stable and completely solid, it can support a person standing.

The masked man turned around and looked away.

Haitang'er is smiling, and the storyteller's eyes are full of encouragement.

Everyone knows that the so-called ancient sword cultivators have their own arrogance.

When you declare your home, it is the moment when the sword ceremony is completed and the battle comes to an end.

"I can't fly, but my partners can still make me reach the heights of the past..."

The masked man tightened his fingers, and the old color faded from his face.

He felt that his last declaration of war was inadequate.

To formally declare war, it was as if Gou Wuyue forced him to not even have the slightest bit of cover.

Being fair and aboveboard...is the path that the Holy Slave should take in the future!

"Eight, respect, familiarity!"

The masked man has a sword in his eyes, and his golden words are sonorous and powerful.

At this moment, the four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand trembled wildly and flew out into the sky.

The sound of Nulan's voice in Gou Wuyue's hand also shook violently, almost breaking its jaw.

Masked man…

No, the masked man is no longer masked at this moment.

He has a new name.

"My name, Bazun knows it well!"

"Everyone in the world imitates me, but until I am born again, no one can surpass my... Eight Masters!"

Bazun said knowingly, and with a wave of his hand, the four swords that were about to be pierced were returned to Xu Xiaoshou's hand by his order.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the two swordsmen standing high in the sky and felt his blood boiling at this moment.

He held onto the four swords tightly.

"Don't make trouble. I don't want you anymore. He knows eight things. No sword is better than a sword!"

"Woo——"

Surprisingly, there were four swordsmen who did not resist, but choked sobs, as if they believed it, and they were really sad.
To be continued...