The words were spoken by Bazun, but if they fell into Dai Xiu's ears, they were like "choosing a way to die", and everyone else was dumbfounded.

I!

Just Daixiu!

How could he be so virtuous and capable that he could die by one of these five swords?

When his mind was in turmoil, the only ray of clarity on the spiritual platform that he held on to, forced himself to lift Dai Xiu's waist, so that he would not kneel down and beg for mercy in front of countless people in the Battle of Ten Seats.

Fake!

He was screaming in his heart.

He struggled for a long time. It felt like a century. He still didn't know how to speak or how to break the situation.

The Eight Masters waited for him for three breaths. Seeing that he was silent, they folded their sleeves and sheathed their swords. All five swords were lost:

"I've finished choosing for you."

When Dai Xiu heard the voice, it was like five thunders striking his head, and his knees weakened, "Wait a minute, wait..."

Only then could he stretch out his hand, thinking about the drowning man and wanting to grab something.

Ba Zunzun stepped forward with a heavy step, his black hair splashed across his face, and a sword light burst out from his eyes!

"Buzz——"

Dizziness, tinnitus, mental disorder!

At this moment, Dai Xiu felt that he was thrust into an empty and bleak world. He saw that he was still on the battlefield, still where he was.

But everyone around was nowhere to be seen.

Sword waves rippled all over the ground, and the nine-day cold wind was biting.

Amid the whirring sound, Dai Xiu's face felt cold, his eyelashes quivered, and he caught a snowflake.

Everything was silent, the snow fell silently.

Dai Xiu tried his best to open his eyes and saw that the world was completely white, with only one lone figure left - the Eight Masters!

The eight acquaintances are right in front of you.

The Eight Masters know how to be one foot high in the sky!

He looked down from his high building, and no one moved, but the sound came first. It was the hymn of death and the sword chant of reincarnation:

"I beg you for Feixue in August..."

This sound is extremely ethereal and void, which makes people fascinated. After all their efforts were in vain, they felt as if they were lost:
Chapter completed!