As a saint of the Holy Temple, Yu Zhiwen has the highest level of consciousness in the Holy Temple. Such external emotions cannot affect the perseverance in her heart.

He sighed and walked towards the demonic aura.

The endgame has to come to an end...

"sword."

A move of the hand.

The famous sword Nulan rose up from the ground with a "clang" sound and went straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.

"All..."

All the people in white clothes were waiting solemnly.

Even No. 33 straightened his body.

But Gou Wuyue hasn't given the order yet.

Suddenly, an illusory pink and white begonia flower quietly bloomed beneath the demonic air mass in the void.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

In an instant, many people in white clothes looked alertly.

The begonia flowers were closed from the bottom, as if they were trying to steal away the people in the room.

"How dare you?!"

Gou Wuyue's heart trembled.

One thing he really didn't expect was that Haitang'er, who had already escaped, would dare to go and come back again?

With an angry shout, the famous sword turned into a stream of cyan light and came out of his hand. Just as the begonia flower was about to close, it completely pierced through it with a bang and exploded to pieces.

Gou Wuyue's heart was so high that she couldn't let go.

As soon as he stepped forward, he jumped to Sang Qiye's side.

With one move from Xiu Pao, he immediately retrieved it.

After doing all this, he was surprised to find that he was already covered in cold sweat.

Indeed, this wave of saint slaves came back again, hitting everyone at the most comfortable and lazy moment. Even he Gou Wuyue almost accidentally let others succeed.

"fine."

"Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn't resist..."

Before the joy in Gou Wuyue's heart could fully bloom, her thoughts suddenly froze and she realized something was wrong.

If Haitang'er leaves and comes back, what about the eight acquaintances?

When Bazun Ruoye returned, how could he not steal Sang Qiye back when he was in a daze?

A chill ran down his spine, Gou Wuyue's pupils shrank, and he had already thought of something.

He turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of No. 33.

"Yo."

A boo sounded.

"You look a little sluggish. Are you old, Gou Wuyue?"

Bazun's tone was teasing, but his cloudy eyes were full of cold murderous intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the whole place suddenly dropped.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Eight Masters!"

Baiyi exclaimed, full of shock.

At this time, no one could have expected that the legendary person would actually dare to leave and come back!

"The Eight Masters..."

No. 33 felt that his whole body was a little stiff.

Through the shocking gazes of many people in white clothes, even if he didn't have spiritual thoughts, he could still guess who the person standing behind him was from the direction of everyone's gaze.

"die!"

Still holding Cenjou in his hand, No. 33 didn't dare to neglect him at all, and punched him with his backhand, slamming it out.

"No-"

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it's too late.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who was only rumored in legends.

When he turned over and retreated, he was about to hit his head with a violent punch.

"Buzz~"

The empty air flows and spreads.

Time seems to have completely slowed down at this moment.

From the corner of No. 33's eyes, he could still see Senior Wuyue's anxious expression as he exclaimed, and he could also see the worried looks and actions of his companions in white.

And the person in front of me...

The eight wise men are smiling.

His fist was close to the door, but he only glanced sideways at the slightest distance.

"laugh!"

No. 33 felt something sharp being born in his arm, and then saw his right arm flying through the air, completely separated from his body.

"this……"

My heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 kicked his legs and hit him with a knee.

But the movement is still extremely slow, not even one ten thousandth of the turtle speed!

The Eight Masters are still smiling.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

The same tingling sensation started in my knees.

"laugh!"

The broken leg is empty and slowly escapes.

Number 33 still wanted to struggle and resist.

"well."

Bazun sighed, stepped forward, and stepped on the front of the Begonia flower.

boom!

Everyone in the audience felt that time and space were slow to restore order.

But No. 33 in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded with several blows in the interplay of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy core was smashed out.

Everyone wanted to support them, but they felt that the flow of time in the world was slowing down again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Bazun holding the small dead branch in his hand, gently poking and spinning the energy core.

"Snapped!"

The energy core is shattered.

Time and space are restored to order.

Gou Wuyue's footsteps were barely able to lift, and Bai Yi's heartbeat had just slowed down.

However.

Number 33, gone!

"Bang bang bang..."

The pieces of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, making a thumping sound.

Cen Qiaofu's figure fell to the ground and was swallowed up by the begonia flowers.

Everyone looked at the man standing on the top of the petals and fell silent for a moment.
To be continued...