Tit for tat is the most gratifying!

"What a wonderful thing it would be if the two of them were jealous and competing not because of Tao but because of this princess..." Someone began to take the initiative to enter the second world of fantasy swordsmanship.

"please."

In front of the stone table, the eight statues smiled knowingly and stopped talking.

Hua Changdeng's face was calm, and he gently rotated the golden bottle on his fingertips, feeling the power of the sword in it, and said lightly:

"I have long heard that the Holy Slave is good at plotting and planning the five domains. There is a burning harp in front of him and a night cat behind him. He will first remove Gou Wuyue and then remove Rao Yao Yao. He will stop those who dare to advance in the sword for thirty years. The delay has been until now, just for

Protect the name of the 'Eighth Sword Immortal'."

hiss!

Can it still be understood this way?

Everyone looked at Wuyue Sword Immortal who was at the scene, and all the heads of the family also focused on the only person who was still alive in Hua Changdeng's mouth.

Gou Wuyue was calm and unmoving, as if the person being mentioned was not him.

Hua Changdeng did not pause and continued:

"In the Void Island game, Yu Mo acted like father and son, subverting Gang Chang, just to turn the tide when he was finally revealed."

"The two veins of black and white have been lurking until now, and the Holy Emperor has come out in unison, just to fuse the ladder of heaven and continue the destiny of the Holy Continent for another half a year."

"Now that the situation is over, you have all succeeded."

"The chess skills of Dao Qiongang are already very high. However, if the Dao is one foot taller and the Saint Slave is another ten feet taller, the layout of the Saint Slave's head seat is indeed ingenious."

By now, everyone seems to have heard the "but".

Sure enough, when he said this, Hua Changdeng hesitated slightly, then changed his direction, and his tone was a little funny:

"Thirty years have gone by, and the eight saint slaves have been familiar with each other, and they have never been involved in the situation."

"Nowadays, Mr. Hua is a little confused about the situation. He clearly knows that there are tigers in the mountain, and the Eighth Sword Immortal Chess is so high. He must know that he will take the lead. Anyone who dares to enter this game will be dead."

"You're still here."

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"Why is this, and why is it so painful?"

He stared at the smiling and silent Bazun in front of him and asked softly: "Have you found a better chess player and are you willing to be a pawn?"

With a crash, the five realms boiled.

It was rude to come back without reciprocating, so Hua Changdeng kicked the words back unchanged.

Listen to this meaning, Ba Zunzun is also cannon fodder. When this game is over, he will also die?

"who?"

The five regions all guessed who the new chess player was.

Hua Changdeng was not a nagging person, so he calmly said a name:

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Shouye?

Master Shou became a chess player, and the Eighth Sword Immortal became his chess piece?

Everyone watching the battle in the five regions felt ridiculous. There was a leader of the Saint Slave, and a newly promoted second-in-command of the Saint Slave. Although Master Shou has been famous recently, compared to the Eighth Sword Immortal...

Isn't this a reversal of priorities?

"By the way, where is Master Shou? It seems that Master Shou is not here!"

Everyone looked around and realized that they had really forgotten the existence of Master Shou, if Hua Changdeng had not mentioned it.

Ba Zunzhen did not avoid the question, but asked instead: "You know that there are tigers in the mountains, but you prefer to go to the tiger mountains...Brother Hua thinks you are the tiger and I am the bait?"

The ripples of Linghu Lake are slightly swaying, and the hearts of everyone are also lightly rippled.

The faint smell of gunpowder filled the air, and everyone seemed to have seen the scene of these two ancient sword cultivators fighting over a disagreement.

Hua Changdeng was not easily angered, he shook his head and laughed:

"There is never more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain."

"It's too difficult to reach the sky in one step. The Eighth Sword Immortal hasn't given me a positive answer yet, so I'm thinking about my next question?"

Ba Zunzhen could only smile and nod.

He raised the golden bottle in his hand high, and replied directly without fear:

"There is more than one tiger in Tiger Mountain, and I am not alone."

"The Demon Ancestor's decree comes down at the crossroads. I have gods to help me."

"The evil spirits are looking at the cracks in the world. I have Cao Yihan to help me."

"The medicine ghost has not yet become one, Beihuai is a big problem, and Brother Hua is about to seize the road. The four are mutually constraining, and it is difficult to separate from each other."

He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, he was extremely bold, free and easy, raised his voice and said with a smile:

"It is imperative that we, the eight deities, do not know how to take this step forward, so why bother?"

This is……

Is it clear?

After listening to it, Wuyu felt really horrified.

"There is a Demon Ancestor at the cross street corner, and there is a evil spirit in the cracks in the time realm. Oh my God, they are trying to capture our Holy God Continent!"

"God? Que Lei Han? They are just ten thrones. How can they defeat the ten ancestors? How can the Eighth Sword Immortal be so confident? Oh, he believes it?"

"Are they that strong?"

"Brothers, listen to my argument: if the ten ancestors were in their prime, they would be as powerful as a flood of ferocious beasts, and the ten thrones would definitely not be able to withstand them. But like ghosts, awakening in the relics of gods, the ten ancestors are actually weak. In my opinion

, the ten thrones may not have the power to seize the Dao in one battle!"

"Wow! That's really impressive!" Someone praised.

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Why don't you think about it, if you can really block it, what would the Holy Slave do to fuse the ladder to delay?" Some people don't believe it.

After the Eight Masters spoke one word, the five realms exploded like boiling water.

Each family pointed out the situation and promoted writing, and the quarrel was endless.

Huachang Deng was not fooled.

Others would forget Xu Xiaoshou under such prevarication, but he had not forgotten the storm that boy had previously caused in the family of the Five Holy Emperors.

"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"This is another question." Bazunzhen looked at the glass of wine in front of Hua Changdeng, indicating that it was his turn.

"No." Hua Changdeng shook his head and picked up the golden bottle without finishing the drink. "This is the same question."

Bazun shook his head helplessly and did not care about this.

He looked solemnly, looked into the void, and said with a slight sigh:

"Master Shou, you are never in my chess game."

"Since the beginning of our relationship with Bai Ku, I have been enslaved as a holy slave, enjoying freedom, having the power to do things expediently, and discussing friendship with my peers."

"The position of the second-in-command of the Holy Slave is only to inherit the master's orders and take charge on his behalf. The first floor in the sky is the master's family."

He said "Shouye" in each mouthful, and he was full of praise every time he spoke.

And when he said this, Bazun's voice became more serious, his face showed appreciation, and he praised:

"I have always been the only one who knew how to rely on Master Shou. There was no time when he committed himself to being a slave of the saints."

"The dragon has seen its head but not its tail. I can't control Master Shou. Maybe while you and I are chatting freely now, he has already penetrated into the starry sky and beaten the Third Ancestor to pieces."

After the Eight Masters finished speaking, he filled a glass of wine for himself and bowed to Vukong:

"A toast to you!"

The five regions all became quiet.

There are question marks on everyone's head.

"Let's do it!"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal, are you praising Master Shou for killing him?"

"Or is it that, in his mind, Master Shou is really so important?"

"No matter what, if I were Master Shou, the corners of my mouth would be so curled up that I could hang two slices of pork..."

Everyone looked at Hua Changdeng in the picture with a slightly astonished expression, saying they couldn't understand.

But in front of the ancient sword cultivators from all over the five regions, eight busts of familiar figures reappeared, holding up their golden bottles in their mouths and saying:

"A toast to you!"
To be continued...