The snow in Fusang is very light, and it doesn't fall as hard as in Yujing.

The spectators around the wine shop wanted to wait for a vigorous holy war.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Caizhi's four saints, after wailing a few times, their bodies all stopped in mid-air.

Those who didn't know it thought that these Four Saints suddenly lost their desire to fight.

With some insight, my eyes immediately turned to Ba Zunzhen, and I found that he had put the sack on the ground at some point, and retracted his hands into his sleeves.

"Everyone, help me count the tens." He suddenly turned his head and looked at the spectators outside the field with a smile.

"The Eight Masters have already drawn their swords..."

Some people looked at him with fear in their hearts.

There is no doubt that the first among the Four Saints to succeed was the phantom sword technique of the "Eighth Sword Immortal".

Whether this person's identity is true or not is still debatable.

But with his silent first sword, he was able to control the Four Saints, which was a bit too shocking for the gods.

"At the very least, you have to be at the level of the older generation of Sword Immortals to be able to do this, right?"

While thinking and trying to figure out the purpose of the sack, the good people outside the field began to help count:

"ten!"

Although I don’t know what his intention is, it doesn’t feel like he really wants to kill all the four saints with one enemy, right?

"Nine!"

The first sound appeared, and then someone spoke.

"eight!"

Soon, the enthusiasm of the spectators was aroused, and they spoke out one after another.

"seven……"

The crowd counted quickly.

The speed at which Fu Sangxue fell seemed to speed up.

When they counted to "five", they saw the Eight Masters step forward with sword intent in their eyes.

With a loud bang, everyone felt like there was thunder in their ears, and they saw in a trance the scene of ten statues gathered together in the vast wilderness.

"This is……"

Alchemy Saint Lu Shi and his pupils were shocked.

Li You of Yin Guizong is also beautiful and wide-eyed.

In the picture, there are several "evil ghosts" surrounding them. The Eighth Sword Immortal dressed in white also steps out, and standing face to face...

"Cheng Sheng? Cheng Caizhi?"

"No, it's Dai Xiu, half-saint Dai Xiu!"

"I saw Fairy Luo, no, it's a semi-saint green ghost?"

The people on the opposite side had four transformations, and each one was shaking like chaff, as if they were suffering from indescribable terrifying pressure.

And that pressure clearly comes from...

"Snow?"

Some people looked up at the sky.

People are in Fusang, and their intention is in the wilderness.

There was heavy snow falling all over the sky, accompanied by the sound of singing and chanting, which made people breathless:

"If you ask for snow in August, you will get nothing."

"In a dream, flowers are drunk under the moon, but pear branches can be broken."

Declare.

The snow falls like sprinkles and rustles down.

Outside the city, the earth hummed and shook.

The Eight Masters raised their sleeves, and a pair of needles flew out from the sleeves. At this moment, the sound of the sword was heard, and pear trees several feet high were uprooted in various places.

"three!"

The enthusiasm of the spectators for the countdown was pushed to a climax.

When it comes to the final moment, the snow is heavy on the pear branches, thousands of trees are blooming like flowers, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword fly past, piercing the sky, and the sky is filled with white.

"Crack!"

The first pear branch was broken by heavy snow.

This is like triggering a chain reaction. Under the guidance of the double needles, pear orchards all over the city and pear trees all over the mountain are clicking.

The sounds of broken branches come and go, like those ten thousand swords breaking free from their restraints, and each snowflake shoots out the bright sword energy and clangs into the sky.

"ah--"

Among the Four Saints, the first one who couldn't hold on was the Semi-Saint Green Ghost who was born in the Southern Territory.

He was clearly high in the sky above Fusang, behind the Three Saints, and had not encountered anything yet.

He was obviously just surrounded by ten statues in the wilderness, and the double needles of the Hidden Sword only stirred up the flying snow, but it didn't seem to be aimed at him.

The semi-saint green ghost seemed to have encountered some terrible horror, his eyes were filled with blood and tears, and his face was full of ferocious green and white.

"No! Don't!"

"Mother, mother...don't kill, no--"

"Alan, no, no -"

He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but his face was filled with fear and helplessness.

He was as crazy as a lunatic. His holy power surged and bombed everywhere, completely destroying Fusang City.

But there is no fixed target of attack, they are all aimless venting attacks.

What is he trying to save?

After he vented his anger, he couldn't do anything in the given past.

"one……"

The counting sound gradually became very low and weak.

The spectators were horrified to see what happened to the semi-saint Aoki. Even the majestic semi-saint could not resist it, and became like this?

"His childhood?" Tie Dameng hesitated and looked at Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu, who shook his head and said nothing.

However, Taoist Master Shangfeng of the Formation Saint spoke up: "Those who can cultivate to the semi-saint level in the Southern Territory will always experience twists and turns, and the most difficult one is the 'heart test'... I remember that Qing Gui experienced ups and downs when he was a child, as well as when he was young, and as an adult.

It was the same later, when he was forty-two years old, he had an epiphany, and then he started to overcome obstacles all the way from the master, and was finally canonized..."

Tie Dameng clicked his tongue and looked at the "Eighth Sword Immortal", wondering and saying: "This is killing your heart..."

Everyone has a past that is difficult to look back on.

In the hands of this guy, he used the ten thrones that were feared by all the saints in the world to suppress him, and then amplified the fear in his heart, making him unbearable.

Every snowflake raised by the twin needles of the Hidden Sword must be the most painful past of the Semi-Saint Aoki.

And now, he has experienced it all over again!

"What a terrifying Ten Thousand Swordsmanship..."

Gu Qingsan also practices the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, but he has never tried such a combination of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, the Illusion Sword Technique, and the Heart Sword Technique.

What is the origin of these eight acquaintances?

The fusion of various realms is like an antelope hanging its horns. When the real Eighth Sword Immortal comes, it can't be better than this, right?

…

There is a sound when the snow falls.

That was the sound of a pear tree breaking.

Every snowflake falling on Dai Xiu in Fusang City was like cotton falling on a high mountain, and the mountain remained motionless.

But when in the wilderness, the snowflakes stirred up by the double needles of the Hidden Sword flew past, Dai Xiu's half-holy defense was like paper.

He was actually killed by the snowflakes shooting from the sky, and his body was covered with wounds and bruises.

"No--"

As soon as the countdown to ten in Fusang City ended, Dai Xiu could no longer suppress the trembling in his heart.

He tried hard to calm down his past self.

But the inner calamity that he could suppress by all means during the holy calamity at that time was easily seduced out of this unprepared moment.
To be continued...