"No--"

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Fusang City.

The pear trees are gone.

Ba Zunzhen pulled back his two needles with his sleeves, raised his two fingers together, and slashed lightly in the air.

"Big Buddha Kill?!"

Lu Shiyu has seen this style and the Eight Masters are well versed in the technique of becoming famous!

Li You was originally sure that this person was not a familiar person, but this time, his heart was shaken again.

Gou Wuyue stared at the sword, slightly distracted...

What everyone in the wine shop was looking at was not the reaction of the saints, but the half-saint who was the only one in the center of the battlefield who was still standing there, apart from the deserters!

Half Saint, Cheng Caizhi!

But he is not a brave man.

He seemed unable to run, and closed his eyes tightly. After the golden light shone, hundreds of thousands of mountains grew out of his back.

Even though the mountains were just shadows, they still pressed Cheng Caizhi to the ground.

"brush!"

The giant Buddha was slashed, and the sword light flashed.

Behind Cheng Cai, hundreds of thousands of mountains collapsed.

His whole body seemed to be emptied and cut into pieces in an instant. After a violent shock, the protective spirit beads crackled into pieces and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Dead?"

The spectators in the wine shop jumped up in fright.

One sword, kill the saint?

"No, not dead yet, just..."

Cheng Caizhi was indeed still alive, but he was taking in too much air and not letting out too much. He was lying on the ground unable to get up, and he even foamed at the mouth in the end.

This is worse than death!

A dignified semi-saint was cut to the ground with one sword and was left frothing?

"He, he is the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

The Great Buddha Slash is the standard equipment of the Eighth Sword Immortal. It is a technique that became famous in the Battle of the Ten Seats and is a brilliance that cannot be replicated.

Everyone looked at the Eight Deities on the other side.

That slovenly, unscrupulous guy, with an expression as calm as if he had crushed an ant to death, easily bent down and picked up his torn sack again.

He looked at the crowd and raised the corners of his lips imperceptibly, but was quickly suppressed.

He looked back at Cheng Caizhi, who was about to die like an old dog frothing. He stared at it for a long time, laughed, and opened his mouth:

"With one blow of my sword, I will kill the gods and Buddhas in your heart. I wish you well... uh."

He suddenly seemed to choke on his saliva, his eyes drifted to the other side, and then he started to dodge.

Someone noticed it and followed it.

Then they saw Gou Wuyue's face as black as charcoal, as gloomy as if ink was about to drip out.

"cough."

Bazun cleared his throat, gave a sly smile, walked slowly over the process, clasped one hand behind his waist, and calmly changed his words:

"If you want to gain my reputation, you still need seven points of effort."
Chapter completed!