"If you use Ten Thousand Swordsmanship and don't guard against it, you will only be pierced and turned into a hedgehog!"

Hua Changdeng was not a hesitant and uncertain outside observer. He reacted very quickly. He turned around and pointed to Li Ming:

"Order this: Fengdu opens the door, and the world falls into night!"

With a bang, the huge Fengdu Gate opened up again in the void.

The double doors opened wide, taking in the endless sword light. When they finally merged, they took away the dawn and returned the night to the east of Lingyu Mountain.

Hold on!

The spectators clenched their fists again, no longer sure whether they were happy or nervous.

The fight between gods and gods is calm and peaceful.

What's boiling are the theatergoers surrounding the mountain.

"besides!"

Suddenly someone turned to the west and pointed to the distant sky.

The night is dark in the east and the sun is setting in the west. After all, the world of ghosts and Buddhas is too big. Under the infiltration of the Eight Deities, Huachang Deng seems unable to maintain the overall situation of Fengdu.

He protected the east side, but he never thought that the night in the west would also be broken. The sun was setting in the west, and the sky was filled with drunken red.

"Light!"

"It's still light!"

The light of the setting sun shone, this time it was not dazzling, but it hurt my heart.

The light hit the face and reflected in the heart, vaguely sketching the appearance of an angel, but it was not holy.

It is the sunset angel, holding a fierce sword, with twelve wings on its back, the wings are scarlet and can drip blood.

"Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!"

The same Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, but this time it was scripted, and the most standard second level of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, the Wrath of the Big Red God, was performed.

"Twelve wings..."

Gu Qingsan muttered silently at the Sword Tomb.

What a terrifying power this is!

He also majored in Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, so he knew better than others how much effort and effort it would take just to form one wing at the second level of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship.

This does not matter, some people can gather a wing, but they cannot even stabilize the power of one wing, let alone launch an attack.

But heaven...

But the eight masters who are one foot high in the sky know...

In an instant, he constructed a twelve-winged sunset angel, pushing the art of ten thousand swords to the second level.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a grand scene.”

Feng Tingchen took a deep breath, but did not compare himself with the Eight Masters. This would reduce some worries.

He is old.

He gritted his teeth, worked hard, and spent some energy to achieve this.

But he knew that he majored in Wanjian Shu, and Wanjian Shu was just one of the "all involved strategies" for the Eight Masters.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The sunset angel lowered his hands to control the sword, curled up the twelve wings behind his back slightly, and the void froze, and then a storm swept over.

The terrifying blood sword shoots towards Lingyu Mountain from the outside world, like locusts crossing the border, covering the sky and the sun, and is unstoppable.

"Let this be: Hundred Ghosts..."

Hua Changdeng's first reaction was to mobilize the Hundred Ghost Altar, so that he could easily prevent the eight masters of this sword.

Suddenly he woke up and realized that what Bazun was most proficient in was phantom swordsmanship. At this time, even the Wrath of the Great Red God was just making waves in the east and attacking in the west.

The sword is here, but the mind is not.

The only thing you want is for him to take the initiative to remove the defense of Baigui Altar in front of the ten-segment sword finger?

"Flowers in the mirror and moon in the water are just nothing."

Hua Changdeng chuckled and relaxed completely.

Of course he can use the Three Sword Demon Swords. Let alone the Wrath of the Red God in the second realm, he will not be able to win even if he wants to fight with the eight gods who are familiar with the second-generation pure mind.

He has to reach the third realm before he can barely fight with himself!

But the current situation is...

The person on the other side just pointed at me casually, but forced out the Three Sword Demon Swords. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to spread the word?

The Hua Chang Lantern is large and square, facing the sunset angel, holding the sword with its body without any defense.

With a loud bang, the sword light tore open his clothes, pierced his skin, and passed through his body, bringing out a bloody mess.

Swords pierce the body.

Hua Changdeng was shot and turned into a bloody man.

In the end, only a dead skeleton was left standing, and not even half of the flesh and blood on the bones was contaminated.

…

"Dead, dead?"

Such a magnificent debut and such an easy fall are such a child's play.

After the spectators' eyes blurred, the world clicked, like a mirror shattering...

Huachang Deng is dead?

The Huachang lamp is clearly still standing in place!

On Lingyu Mountain, the Ghost Sword Fairy is as straight as a sword, and the hunting ghost is still hanging in front of him, reflecting the faint green light, making people feel bitingly cold.

"It's really magic swordsmanship. Hua Jianxian made the right bet!"

"No, it can't be said to be a 'gamble'. If you don't cultivate your will, the wrath of the Red God under the magic sword alone can kill your consciousness."

"The Ghost Sword Immortal is completely undefended this time. He is facing the sword with his body. All I can say is... strong!"

Hua Changdeng was struck by a sword and remained intact as before.

From this sword, he had clearly seen the realm of the Eight Masters, and couldn't help but chuckle:

"I haven't seen you for more than thirty years, and your magic sword skills are still at this level. Then I think maybe I am taking this battle too seriously..."

Huo!

Before the sound was settled, changes appeared again.

After Lingyu Mountain returned to Lingyu Mountain from Fantasy Swordsmanship, I don’t know when it started to have an extra floor.

Everyone can see it!

The wooden three-story attic has the vicissitudes of time and ancient atmosphere. There is an open window on the first floor of the attic, and there is a person leaning against the window.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Someone saw that side face clearly and screamed.

The eight figures standing next to the window are no longer as young as they were then, and their faces have the marks of time. He looks out the window with a melancholy look.

"Snow……"

He murmured softly, stretched out his hand and looked out the window.

The falling snowflakes from Lingyu Mountain fell gently on the palm of his hand, not insoluble, just like the tranquility of the years.

"So quiet..."

During the battle, everyone felt a sense of relief and joy for no reason.

Follow the wooden attic with the plaque "Ancient and Modern Wangyou Building" and follow the sight of the Eighth Sword Immortal looking out from the window.

As everyone saw, the wind in Lingyu Mountain stopped at some point.

The snow fell quietly, and when it hit the ground, there was actually a soft squeaking sound.

And in the vast whiteness, suddenly not far away in the cold winter, there was an unknown red flower blooming brightly.

Red flowers, bright.

At that moment, everyone's attention was taken away.

As a result, the white snow on Lingyu Mountain has become so insignificant, and the green color of the Lingyu and Fumulang trees on the mountain has also faded and become insignificant.

Quiet and beautiful.

This beauty was broken by a sudden and incompatible sound.

Hua Changdeng sneered: "We haven't seen each other for many years, and my magic sword skills have not improved. Your ability to play tricks on mysteries has not fallen much..."
To be continued...