Huo!

His words were undecided.

The eight acquaintances in the attic suddenly turned their heads, as if they were disturbed by someone, their eyes flashed with evil light, and the blood-red red flowers swirled in their eyes, and their sword thoughts were dyed from silver to scarlet.

With a "Zila" sound, everyone's hair stood on end, and even Hua Changdeng realized that something was wrong: everything just now was just a whitewash, and next is the sword that the eight masters are familiar with the true strength?

rumble……

A storm was rising outside the building.

Hoho…

Red flowers are blooming on the mountain.

Suddenly, as if coming from the night sky, a ethereal singing voice came down, with a long aftertaste and a hint of meaning:

"The snow falls, the rain and the wind stop, and the flowers bloom and the grass and trees are light."

"I hear dogs barking at midnight, and evil stars ring in the middle of the night."

who?

Who is speaking!

The spectators felt overwhelming pressure, almost breathless.

"Up there, up there!"

Some people raised their eyes with difficulty despite the pressure, and saw that the night had been torn apart by the stars at some point, and a bright bloody sword thought bloomed.

Hua Changdeng also raised his eyes and looked at Qing Ming.

But in that starlight, there is an Eight-level Master reappearing!

Different from the down-and-out Eight Masters in the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower who already showed their twilight atmosphere, he was dressed in white and free and uninhibited. He was clearly still young at that time and still the Eighth Sword Immortal!

The eight young men knew how to sing every step, and they were as rustling as stars. They pointed at the same time and pointed towards the ground, accompanied by a long smile:

"Hua Changdeng, my finger started thirty years ago, and finally thirty years later, you have taken over."

Obviously, he did not stop at the Tao, but continued at the Tao.

With one finger, it penetrated.

The bright blood immediately tore through the boundless night, shattered the endless void, and turned into a torrent, surrounded by a dominant silver light in the middle.

The position it shoots towards is still between Hua Changdeng’s eyebrows!

The location of the ghost!

"It's not Jian Nian..."

Hua Changdeng's pores dilated all over, as if he realized that in the past thirty years, the eight masters had mastered the magic of phantom swordsmanship, but instead used sword thoughts to cultivate something that could rival his own sword ghost.

What is it?

Was it his youth?

There was no time to think about it, even though Bazun Shu had already defeated him once in his youth.

But that time he won without force, this time he still didn't dare to take it lightly, let alone move the Hundred Ghost Altar to defend - it was possible that it was still a magic sword!

Hua Changdeng did not dare to accept the advice of this young man.

He focused all his attention on this weird young man and his weird sword finger. When the sword came to his face, he felt something was wrong again and fiercely struck out the ghost from between his eyebrows!

"Crack."

There are no big fluctuations.

Like a slap in the face, the slight sound echoed on Lingyu Mountain, which suddenly became silent.

The spectators only felt that there was another flower in front of their eyes, such as the eight young masters, the bloody evil star outside the building, and the finger from thirty years ago...

Not at all!

The Huachang lantern is held high above the head, facing the air.

But at the moment when his mind was diverted, the out-of-control Baigui Altar in front of him was like the grass and trees after the red flowers bloomed, easily turned into nothingness by the sword stream opposite.

Xiao Kongtong's ten sword fingers seemed to be frozen in the long river of time. After the waves dispersed, one of them easily passed through the Fengdu vision, the scene of purgatory, and the Altar of Hundred Ghosts.

Click till then.

That wave of light did not erupt with a terrifying sword thought, but struck the ghost-hunting sword hanging in front of Hua Changdeng moderately.

"Crack!"

The light sound as big as a slap came from here.

The hunting ghost received the force and hit the master Hua Changdeng on the high bridge of his nose with a snap. It also did not cause much damage, but left a red mark on the tip of his nose.

"Gulu!"

Everyone swallowed hard and looked at the legendary Holy Emperor Ghost Sword Immortal.

Ghost Sword Fairy's nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

The ghost on his head was towering and the power of the sword was terrifying, but he seemed unable to withstand the power of the ghost and staggered slightly.

When he almost fell, he subconsciously withdrew his right foot and stepped back, thus stabilizing the situation.

"hehe."

Xiao Kongtong raised the corners of his lips and stared at Hua Changdeng's feet.
Chapter completed!