"It's a bit funny..."

The corner of Dai Xiu's mouth twitched, and he could see at a glance that this battlefield was so fake, and it was clearly the work of phantom swordsmanship.

There was a careless expression on his lips, and his eyes were full of ease and carefreeness. He only left the gun in his hand, trembling slightly.

He tried hard to shield himself from looking at the ten evil ghosts clearly marked under the ten glorious thrones, telling all the players to fight and rob them quickly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man with a sword behind his back, outside the central circle of the famous painting.

Dai Xiu still remembers this guy because he saw that battle with his own eyes.

His name is Wen Ting.

The sword on his back is the number one on the famous sword list, the Evil Sword Yue Lian.

He lost to a little-known jade-faced scholar, and his Taoism was even damaged because of this, so he chose to withdraw from the battle of the ten thrones directly.

"call……"

Dai Xiu let out a long breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart.

He still didn't raise his head, but as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

This woman, also standing outside the central circle of the famous painting, is a graceful and pretty woman. She is clenching her fists, pursed her lips in hatred, and her eyes are full of dissatisfaction.

It was only later that Dai Xiu learned after hearing Jiang Buyi's drunken gaffe that she was the Rao Yaoyao who disguised herself as a alias and secretly participated in the war. She wanted to make a splash, but was eliminated quietly in the end.

"Ha! Huhu..."

Dai Xiu took a few breaths again and suppressed the panic in his heart.

He still didn't raise his head. He didn't know why he saw these people from the perspective of an insider looking at outsiders.

It was as if I was standing in the center of a world-famous painting, standing in the center of the stage of the battle of geniuses from the five regions, and being admired by thousands of people.

Suddenly, Dai Xiu was startled and saw something he shouldn't have seen.

It was a tall man lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He had an extremely wide frame and was as strong as an ox. He had the size of three normal adult men, but his whole body was wrapped in a confining black feather coat.

He was in the center of the circle, not far from Dai Xiu's feet.

He passed out, with a big hole in his chest, blood gushing out like a fountain, his hands and feet broken at weird angles, and a two-legged black owl with broken wings and legs fell to the ground next to his shoulders.

"impossible!"

Dai Xiu's expression finally changed, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

He also recognized this person, Night Owl, who later became the leader of the ANBU. He was a man of great influence in the early stages of the Ten Seats War, and had obtained three golden thrones.

As a result, in the middle and late stages, like others, I was inspired by the fledgling Na Dao and started having sex with a big bald man.

With one punch, Night Owl was destroyed.

Three thrones caused a bloody battle.

In the end, the cycle went round and round, one of them became the Dao Firmament, and the other two were also obtained by the gods. It can be said that the success fell short.

"But how could it be Night Owl?"

Dai Xiu lowered his head, his body was shaking like chaff, and his neck felt like someone was holding him tightly - being held down by his own name, Dai Xiu, he didn't dare to raise his head!

Whether it is Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, or Ye Xiao, these are not the characters that should appear when ten famous paintings are gathered together for the final battle.

That is to say...

These people are all fake.

They are all guides of phantom swordsmanship and are used to confuse people's will.

Dai Xiu gritted his teeth, worked hard, and finally blasted away the mountain that almost broke his neck, and roared:

"It's so trivial to try to destroy my Taoist heart? It's simply ridiculous!"

He raised his head suddenly!

At this moment, the holy power blossomed.

The world was dark, nothing unusual happened, but a bright light fell from the sky, illuminating Dai Xiu, as if announcing to the world that he, Dai Xiu, was the master of destiny in this world.

brush!

It doesn't hurt to be in the spotlight.

Surrounding me alone, more than a dozen indifferent gazes were cast on me, making my heart tremble.

Qui Leihan, who had his eyes closed cross-legged, opened his eyes, and the three-headed and six-armed god also looked back. Gou Wuyue crossed his arms and crossed his chest, Dao Qiongtian pursed his lips and smiled, loving the common people with an expressionless face, looking at all living beings with the eyes of the great road.

Ants.

The crown of the old tree has long eyes, the locust trees look down at each other, the Buddha stands out after the rain, the lotus platform blooms with fragrance, the river is ups and downs, the world is ups and downs, the scholar folds his book and tilts his head.

A soft sound rang in my ears, obviously full of concern, it sounded like a devil whispering:

"Friend, are you anxious too?"

Dai Xiu's Adam's apple rolled up, his eyes were filled with tears, the hair on his body stood up, and he almost fell to his knees.

Fake!

It's all fake!

The Eight Masters, don’t even think about killing my Taoist heart! Don’t even think about it!

Dai Xiu just staggered, and then managed to stabilize his body in front of the ten-god seat.

But when the people around him and the illusory flower scene faded away, and the blurry figure confronting Dai Xiu in front of him gradually solidified, revealing his true appearance, the truth came.

Dai Xiu's eyes were blank for a moment, his pupils couldn't stop shaking again and again, and his cheeks trembled so much that it looked like pieces of meat were about to fall off his face.

"You want to fight me?"

He was a man whose clothes were as handsome as snow, and he looked like an immortal.

Her black hair was fluttering, showing her unruliness, and her sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes were unruly. Just by staring like this, it seemed like thousands of sword lights were whizzing towards her.

"Send your name."

His voice was calm and light, as if he was just an insignificant one among his many challengers.

Or maybe, there is no "as if".

"Dai, Dai Dai..."

On the contrary, Dai Xiu's teeth were chattering and his mentality was completely unsettled. He was transported back to that year in a trance.

At that time, he was not a semi-saint, nor was he someone who could be called by name outside the battlefield at the center of the battlefield.

Like those insignificant black figures on the distant mountains and forests, he can only be watched from a distance. He is a small follower and no one cares about him.

He suddenly became the protagonist of the world. Faced with the Eight Masters, it became difficult for him to even speak.

No!

Fake!

It's all fake!

Dai Xiu quickly calmed down and realized how could a fake Bazun Shu scare him into being like this?

Nowadays, it is different from the past. I have been made a semi-saint, and I have come to know the Eight True Masters. Isn’t it possible that I don’t have a chance to fight...

"I said, tell me your name." Bazun's voice was calm.

"Dai Xiu!!!"

Dai Xiu suddenly stood up straight and his voice was loud, like a wild beast that could be tamed with just one word.

"Pick a sword."

The eight statues have black hair blowing across their faces and have stern expressions.

Although he does not take any opponents seriously, he does not bother to remember every brave person who dares to stand up and challenge himself, but he will not remember them, but he will give them the opportunity to be remembered by history.

He raised two fingers together and flicked them gently.

On his back and waist, five swords flew out of the air, each filled with murderous intent.

Dai Xiu's eyes trembled, and he focused hard. He saw that the five swords were either slender, broad, monster, or murderous...

Of course he recognizes these five swords!

Anyone who lived before and after that era didn't know the major swords that the eight masters were familiar with?

The purple giant sword is the fairy sword Zi Tian Zui.

Mixed with gold powder, it is the sound of the demon sword Nulan.

The pale white and thick ones are the result of a wounded sword and great sorrow and tears without a sword.

The black and fierce sword is one of the five great artifacts of chaos. There are four fierce swords.

The sword is three feet long, with a green and white blade. It looks ordinary, but it is the first sword that has been with the Eight Lords for the longest time - Qingju!

Pick a sword?
To be continued...