"Hahaha!"

"What a saying: 'When he was born, no one can surpass the eight acquaintances'."

Gou Wuyue raised his head and laughed.

Finished laughing.

He let go.

Nu Lan's voice was suddenly released, and it stopped in the air with a buzz. It didn't fly away, but it didn't know how to make a decision.

"The promises made in the past are still valid. If you follow me, it is just a temporary commitment."

Gou Wuyue waved his sleeves and said: "Now, your real master is here, go!"

He was full of hostility towards Bazun's words.

But speaking to the famous sword in front of him, he was gentle.

The eyes that turned into softness along with the words had a few rays of determination and a touch of reluctance.

But when it’s time to let go, let it go.

Relieve, that's all.

"Woo——"

Nulan's voice trembled even more violently.

Its choking sound is not as dead as the four swords, but rather a high-frequency whistling sound like a demonic wind.

Everyone onlookers looked dumbfounded.

Even the seven hundred Holy God Guards outside the venue, hiding in a blind spot in the Eighth Palace, were all speechless.

No one would have imagined that the situation would take a turn for the worse and that a war would imminently come.

No one thought that after Yu Lingdi's palm struck, the holy slave would run wild and kill him on the spot.

What's more, I didn't expect Gou Wuyue to come in person and confirm the birth of the Eighth Sword Immortal!

"The sky is going to change!"

Dozens of people in the audience, as well as 700 to 800 people outside the venue, were both excited and frightened.

But everyone knows that when the name "Eight Masters" is officially recognized.

Today, things are about to change!

…

The battle situation is changing.

Once Gou Wuyue appears, the protagonists in the world can only be these two swordsmen.

Ba Zunzun looked at the hesitant famous sword Nu Lan and waved his hand.

"There is no need to come back."

His face was filled with relief. He filtered the four fingers of his hands through his hair, pushed the messy hair to the back of his head, and then made a sound to solidify the hairstyle.

"When I abandoned you in the past, you and I are no longer on the same page."

"Now..."

Ba Zunzhen looked at his hands with only four fingers left and murmured: "They are dirty and old... My hands can no longer hold a sword."

Put your hand to the left.

No one knows what he wants to do.

Cenjou sighed, took out another wine gourd from the ring, and threw it over.

"I knew you still had..."

Bazun Shu shook his head and chuckled, his face became solemn, and he drank again.

"Gulu gulu."

Everyone was frightened.

Even Gou Wuyue was shocked by this bold gesture.

The Eighth Sword Immortal who used to be known as a teetotaler and a master of drunken swordsmanship...

"You have really changed." Gou Wuyue murmured.

"How can people remain the same forever?"

Bazun drank the last drop, threw the wine gourd away, and his eyes became more playful, "You have also changed, but your war-loving look that is not afraid of death has not changed at all."

Gou Wuyue did not speak, but turned to look at Nu Lan's voice.

"Buzz."

The famous swordsman Nulan's voice trembled, as if he was completely desperate.

It lost its movement.

"Then come back!"

A loud shout woke up Shen Jian.

The sword intent in the void was bright, reflecting the endless sea of ​​flowers. Everyone felt that Gou Wuyue's temperament had changed. It was as if he no longer had a hidden edge, but a real sharp sword unsheathed.

"Others don't want you, but I, Gou Wuyue, want you!"

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