Bang!

Demonic blast of mist.

When the space crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could still vaguely see Sang Lao, who was unable to control an arrow. The arrow instantly penetrated him and was enveloped by endless demonic energy.

The arrow can break through the unforged body.

But against Sang Lao, he failed to completely explode his body.

However, the terrifying thing about the evil sin bow arrows is not the impact of the explosive form, but the demonization.

There was a faint sound.

The space rift is closed.

It’s hard for Xu Xiaoshou to get a glimpse of what’s going to happen next.

He used three days of freezing to completely freeze himself to prevent the space debris from completely shattering his body.

A flash of red light passed before my eyes.

"brat……"

The storyteller appeared and held the ice sculpture with one hand.

At this time, even he could no longer think of joking.

Silently retreating with them, the two of them broke away from the space flow, cut into the void from the other side, and stayed away from the battlefield.

As for the second child...

The storyteller did not choose to back up.

With his ability, he can go to the past or die.

After all, even Gou Wuyue, who was hit in the head by a punch, could not die easily.

He couldn't resist Taixu and could only protect himself.

What's more, it's the Sword Immortal in Taixu!

…

"Hurry up!"

"Follow up, keep up."

"The Sword Realm has been broken, and the battle will inevitably end. At this time, our role comes into play. It is essential to clean up the mess. It cannot be later."

"Tianji, I didn't expect that the second-in-command of the Saint Slave would also appear. I don't know what the final battle with Senior Wuyue will be like..."

"fart!"

"You don't have to think about this. Senior Wuyue must have completely defeated the Holy Slave. Is there any other ending?"

"You know, that's one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, the two masters of the Holy Temple... eh?"

A crowd of people in white clothes rushed to the battlefield.

The words and discussions were filled with regrets for not being able to watch the battle in person.

After all, it was a battle of Taixu.

Even Zhan Dao is trying to get some insights from it, so that if there is any possibility in the future, he can better advance himself and enter the legendary realm.

However, amid the heated words, everyone was shocked and speechless when Zhen waited for them to arrive on the battlefield.

Among the crumbling mountains in the distance, a headless corpse slowly floated in the air.

Everyone looked away.

But he saw that the headless corpse was in ragged clothes and covered in red.

But between the ruined clothes and sleeves, a hint of light blue could be vaguely seen.

Among the entire audience, the only one wearing blue clothes was Wuyue Sword Immortal!

"this……"

Everyone was shocked.

Moonless Sword Immortal, was his head shot?

"Oh my God, is this the damage caused by the second-in-command of the Saint Slave?"

"These mountains, these ruined cliffs, what happened here...?"

"Senior Wuyue, are you still alive?"

No. 33 held the unconscious Cenchofu with one hand and looked at the figure in blue clothes floating in the air in confusion.

He could smell a touch of vitality from it.

But if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that Senior Wuyue would be so severely injured!

Is the second-in-command of the Saint Slave really so powerful?

"Whoosh!"

In a flash, he immediately appeared beside the headless body.

"Senior Wuyue?"

"I...it's okay." Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand to stop him and stepped forward to help him.

No. 33 looked at the broken body that even had its headband and neck missing.

No problem...

He was silent for a while.

"Look!"

Among the white clothes, several noises broke out again.

Everyone looked sideways and saw between the black holes in the sky, a ball of power that was also black but completely different from the power of the black hole was surging in mid-air.

"Demon energy?"

Everyone was surprised.

This demonic energy does not look like the evil energy of four swords, but more like the evil energy that explodes when the seven emotions and six desires in the heart are detonated at the same time.

"who?"

Shrouded in magical mist, no one can see its appearance.

Based on the judgment, this person is almost the same, so he should be the other party in the war - the second in command of the Holy Slave, without sleeves!

"Arrows from the sinful bow?"

Among those in white clothes, those with experience have already seen something.

At that time, the arrow that pierced through the void could not only be seen by those who were in the battle situation in the Eighth Palace.

In the entire Eastern Region, almost everyone with a cultivation level above the throne can get a glimpse of that terrifying power.

Now, Wuxiu's ending is nothing more than being shot by the arrow of love for the common people.

"So, Senior Wuyue alone can't take down Saint Slave Wuxiu at all, and he needs Master Cangsheng's help to shoot an arrow to completely take him down?"

Immediately, Baiyi started to think about it.

The scene was like this, and there was no room for them not to think too much.

"Shut up!"

No. 33 immediately yelled.

These people think they have lived too long. Senior Wuyue was only shot in the head and his consciousness was not completely lost!

When the people in white and others were shocked, they seemed to realize that they had made a mistake, and they all chose to keep silent.

The cyan Taixu power is entangled.

Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and it took him a full quarter of an hour before his head was fully grown.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

There was a low groan, Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of thoughts, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

With a flick of his backhand, the realm was released, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.

No. 33 was surprised.

This woman may have never been seen by others, but his knowledge base contains information about this person.

"Miss Zhiwen."

After a slight bow, No. 33's voice was a little more respectful.

Yu Zhiwen didn't pay attention at all. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.

"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
To be continued...