“Exit.”

...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The ghost hunting sword was pulled out, and Hua Changdeng laughed wildly.

He licked the delicious spiritual blood on the sword and looked around.

He was sure that the eight masters were still here, but did not move their swords immediately, but instead roared loudly:

"It's too late!"

"It's too late!"

"Eight Zun An, I know what you want to do... and then stand up? Reborn from the fire? Useless! All useless!"

Is Hua Changdeng irrational?

Yes, he was irrational.

From the realm of the ancestral god, being beaten to falling from the Holy Emperor, who can keep her rationality? Hua Changdeng is already crazy!

But did he completely lose consciousness?

No, he still has obsession.

When the state of Hedao was interrupted, he simply did not have to look forward and did not have to tie his hands and feet on his own. He could completely let go of his actions.

It is too dangerous to be surrounded by the ancestor god? Now he is no longer the ancestor god. He does not want to be in the future. He only wants to live and fight for a way out in the overall situation.

Then, the battle is all!

A battle with all your heart and one last explanation is to give yourself!

Everyone wants to fight a wolf with bare hands and be alone without any harm, but no one can win perfectly, so paying the price is what it should be.

His long lamp paid the price.

He gave up his future, the great way, everything.

He knew that Bazunan was the same type of people as him, and he was unwilling to be like this, so he must have a backup plan, but...

"It's too late!"

"You, no chance!"

The hunting ghost flipped in his hand, lifted it up in front of his chest, surging power and rushing out.

Hua Changdeng's eyes were so angry that they were scattered, and ghost eyes were on his back, but he could still make a sound, and the sword style was not messy:

"Three days of mind and eyes, and the hole shines on all consciousness."

Buzz!

The mysterious formation diagram of the sword Tao under your feet was rippling and it was fleeting.

The magnificent soul power instantly drowns a radius of thousands of miles, and uses the method of heart sword technique to "illuminate" the residual knowledge in the field.

"This is……"

The onlookers were shocking.

The specialty of the Heart Sword Art, Mr. Si, Shou and others have already presented too many spiritual masters in the Five Realms.

But every time I photographed it, it was mostly about the remnants of the post-war period, and there was not much left.

For example, when Shou Ye killed the sword immortal, he was not allowed to kill the sword, and the one who was chasing him was only a remnant thought.

But what Hua Changdeng shines at this moment is densely packed within a radius of thousands of miles, all of which are silver sword thoughts!

"The eight masters know that the body and spirit are completely destroyed, but their intentions are not hurt at all?"

"This quality, this quantity..."

"Oh my God, just by this intention, I will use another sword, except Master Su. Who else can stop the eight masters in the world... No, one third of the eight masters in the world?"

Hualong lamp is OK!

The hunting ghost hanging upside down in his chest gently stabbed down.

The ripples in the heart lake spread, instantly spreading all the silver sword thoughts in the field, causing the sword thoughts to tremble.

"Pull it out!"

Hua Changguang roared.

When this sword Prajna is pulled up and slashed out, he has absolute confidence and clears the scope of the exile field, and the eight masters are familiar with all the residual consciousnesses.

No matter how strong a person is, only Jian Min is left with such a broken mind.

For outsiders, it is also a terrifying force that can create a body and abstain from the mind.

But for Hua Changdeng, who has the combat power of the ancestral god, these are nothing, not to mention that the Eight Masters had no intention of resisting from beginning to end.

But!

Pull it out?

One breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths...

After ten breaths, Hua Changdeng stabbed into the heart lake with a sword, aiming to find all the swords in the range, but he was unable to draw the sword for a long time.

"It's too late!"

Hua Changdeng suddenly raised her head and roared: "You can't!"

Hua Zu, hesitated...

Everyone saw that hesitation was hesitating. What was he hesitating?

The sword thought, locked by the terrifying aura of Prajna, was also buzzing and trembling, as if it was trembling, but it gathered and intertwined, turning into a vivid human face.

Bazun An chuckled lightly, his eyes with a bit of joking:

"Brother Hua, you're scared."

Hua Changdeng held the hand of the ghost hunting and trembled violently.

"Afraid?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

He laughed loudly, tears falling out of his eyes. After laughing, he couldn't say a word.

Flying snow is soaked around Lingyu Mountain.

The atmosphere became extremely solid and embarrassing.

The face of the eight masters gathered in their minds, then lost all their expressions, and their tone became neither salty nor light:

"Brother Hua, like you, I have no time."

"I'm the only choice to live after putting it to death."

He changed his tone and spoke more of the arrogance that Hua Changdeng did not possess at this moment:

"But Brother Hua, a frog in the well, does not know the sky is high or the sea is wide."

"You can't imagine how strong I will be if I break and then build it. Just like this, you could not have expected it before. In front of the way of sword me, the mystery of the three realms is just the foundation."

"His mountains, my threshold."

"Knock on the door and enter the road, and the storm will be renewed."

The human face said wildly, but it was shocked to the ancient sword cultivator of the Five Realms and was ashamed.

He actually said that the mystery of the three realms is just a stepping stone for his eight masters to seek enlightenment, just a threshold that can be easily passed through?

What about us?

What are we?

Even if we are nothing, what about Hua Zu?

Hua Changdeng was furious, and his eyebrows were full of humiliation, but the sword in his hand was still unable to lift it.

The Eight Zun An's eyes fell on the trembling ghost hunting sword and saw weakness, incompetence, and established failure.

He said in a twelve-confidence tone:

"So, this sword, this last sword, Brother Hua, you dare not pull it out, nor dare to kill me."

"After the two swords were mysterious, the 'Eight Lords' have become your gods and Buddhas, and you have the greatest obsession and nightmare for you in this life."

"One sword without Prajna can remove my will."

"However, your nightmare will wake up on the spot, kill me, or kill ‘me’, two roads..."

Eight masters said one word and one beat me: "You don't even dare to Hua Changdeng!"
To be continued...