The first time I went crazy due to my innate forcible enlightenment...

At the age of 20, the world of love has never been able to suppress the tendency of self-repression...

The Half-Saint Ruins thought they had a chance, but in the end they were almost taken away by the Half-Saint old monster. The confrontation lasted for thirteen years...

Small ones, big ones.

It's so far-fetched that it can be fatal.

Following the snowflake cave, like a sharp sword piercing the mind, all kinds of past events come one after another!

In an instant, Dai Xiu was tortured into a green man, his whole face turned green to purple, and he felt like vomiting.

But he is not a semi-saint green ghost.

His past is quite reasonable, and everything is still on track.

At least every time in the past, he successfully defeated the hardships and defeated himself even more.

And this time...

"This time, it's the same!"

With his heart roaring, Dai Xiu found himself again.

He looked at the ten seats in front of him. Each of the ten seats was empty - I can defeat them!

He looked at the eight acquaintances in front of him. The eight acquaintances were not real - I will definitely win!

The half-sage's strong self-confidence helped him escape from the predicament and was about to be reborn from the ashes. Dai Xiuzhi grasped the gun and struck it down with one shot, dissociating the swordsmanship all over his body.

"Wow!"

In the week of Fusang, everyone was shocked.

The first one!

Among the Four Saints, Dai Xiu was the first and only one who was able to suddenly take action and break the shackles.

Dan Sheng Lu Shiyu showed a shocked look, Yin Guizong Li You was even more surprised, Dai Xiu was completely oblivious and only focused on the present.

"Yes, it's all fake!"

"These are just the second world, just his little tricks!"

The semi-saint personality was sacrificed, and the holy power bloomed magnificently.

Even though his body was covered with blood, Dai Xiuyi did not hesitate, raised his gun and swept away, pointing directly at Fake Eight Masters, whose momentum seemed to have weakened slightly after that move!

"Buzz..."

At this moment, the screen everywhere was shattered.

The ten thrones turned into flying ashes and disappeared into smoke.

Dai Xiu found himself back in Fusang City, and his holy thoughts scanned the other three saints around him.

The semi-holy green ghost was making strange noises, scurrying around with its head in its hands, and was in a state of utter confusion. It was unknown what it had gone through.

The half-saint Cheng picked it up like falling into an ice cellar, his hands and feet were trembling, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

Ban Shengluo's thighs were tightly closed, his lower lip was pursed tightly, his face was red, and he didn't know what he had experienced.

"They couldn't break free, why can I?"

"Or can you say that my escape this time is fake?"

His thoughts were like a floating boat. When this thought flashed across his mind, Dai Xiu suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Sure enough, the predicament of the ten thrones swept across them like a nightmare again.

Dai Xiu stopped again.

What he saw was that after the eight masters mastered the sword, they moved forward.

The same clouds and gentle breezes, the same strolling in the courtyard, he helped me make the choice, and with a hint, there was a sword light coming from the east.

At this time, the flying snow has passed away, and a golden light shines between the sky and the earth, accompanied by a misty song:

"There is a great hidden Buddha in the world..."

…

"Why am I doing this?"

The pressure is too much!

It's really too big!

This "one poem, one sword, one sword, one song" may be acceptable to those who have not personally fought or participated in the battle for the ten thrones, but only heard legends.

Dai Xiu is not!

When the moaning sounded again, in an instant, his short and glorious life was over in his mind.

Compared to the reputation of the Eighth Sword Immortal, he is not even a piece of dust.

Dai Xiu suddenly woke up, he was not the protagonist of this battle, Cheng Caizhi was!

He was only here by invitation, and it was just a small test. Why did he fight so hard for Cheng Caizhi that he actually wanted to test the Eighth Sword Immortal's edge - whether he was or not.

"I'm crazy!"

If you give up your thoughts all at once, it will be like a flood breaking a dam and getting out of control.

Dai Xiu even gave up the desire to fight, put away his Seli Gun, sacrificially poured out a little holy blood, and chose without hesitation...

"Blood Escape!"

…

"Blood Escape·The Way to Retreat from Heaven!"

"Blood Escape·Xue Luohui!"

"Forbidden Nine Ghosts and Gods!"

Cheng Caizhi was awakened from a nightmare by several sounds in succession.

His face was stunned, and his holy thoughts swept away, but he saw the three saints in front of him and behind him, none of them knew what they had experienced, and their faces were as white as paper.

One by one, they vomited semen and blood, or offered holy blood. The semi-holy green ghosts even gave up their physical bodies...

Actually, on the run!

"Three people!?"

Cheng Caizhi's eyes almost burst.

Only after he was tortured in the pear garden was he able to break free, and he even thought about uniting with the Three Saints to attack back together.

Who would have thought that these three saints would be scared out of their wits, and face the mere fake eight acquaintances, but they would actually choose to retreat.

If you withdraw and leave me alone, how should we fight?

Those are the Eight Masters!

No, that's not the Eight Masters...

No, if he wasn't the Eight Masters, how could he scare the shit out of these three saints...

"Buzz!"

Fusang disappears and dreams return.

Cheng Caizhi once again returned to the barren mountains and ridges, and this time he was not an outside observer.

He was not beside the scholar.

He attracted the attention of the public, shouldered all the pressure that should be shared by the four holy places, and faced the Eighth Sword Immortal in front of him with a poem, a sword, and a song!

"There is a great Buddha hidden in the world, and a great Buddha stands in the heart."

"One sword comes to the east, and everything goes to the west."

As the dazzling Buddha's light shone, the Eighth Sword Immortal had already made his choice for himself, and pointed out a move to summon... Qingju!

The sky is one foot tall and eight people know each other well. Who dares to take the title of Qingju?

This time, I faced not just half a sword, but a whole sword of Qingju, the Eighth Sword Immortal in his prime!

"Big Buddha...kill!"

When the sword light struck, Cheng Caizhi's heart trembled.

Want to stand up, legs and feet are weak;

I tried to resist, but was exhausted.

There is more than one big Buddha in his heart - ten of them can be as big as a mountain, and more than half of the saints from the five realms are invincible, not to mention the various remarks made frequently by saint emperors and ancestor gods in the past six months.

He watched helplessly as the sword light kept enlarging and he kept shrinking, the Eight Masters kept enlarging and he kept shrinking, the world kept enlarging, but he was still shrinking...

He raised his hands high in front of his face, trying to cover up the bright golden light in the sky. Like a child facing the sky, the only resistance he could make was that he had no way to resist.
To be continued...