"It's an illusion."

The uncle who pierced the vaginal throat with four fingers smiled and responded: "It is both an illusion and a swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that surpasses the illusion of your flower fairy eyes."

fencing?

Everyone watching in the field was shocked.

In my mind, a legendary swordsmanship suddenly appeared...

"Illusion swordsmanship?"

On the other side, Baigui made a surprised sound.

His cross-eyed pupils were wide open, but he found that he failed to mobilize the power of the holy blood and used the power of annihilation to shatter this space.

now.

Bai Gui's pair of overlapping green and orange eyes only stared at another sloppy uncle in front of him with shock and inexplicable shock.

The uncle's two fingers are holding a drop of holy blood that is unwilling to be restrained and trying to chase freedom.

That's the holy blood that his hundred ghosts took out!

But.

When was the holy blood stolen?

"Your illusion..."

Faced with the shock of the entire audience, the sloppy uncle just smiled and shook his head: "It's just a matter of practice."

As he spoke, he put the holy blood into the ring with his backhand, pointed at the vagina on the other side that had been pierced through the throat by another uncle's four fingers, and asked the hundred ghosts:

"If I kill him, will you be so frightened that you give me your position as Lord Huang Quan?"

Baigui's pupils suddenly shrank.

His pupils moved back and forth, looking in disbelief at the man in front of him who was divided into two but could control two great slashes at the same time.

What ability is this?

What kind of cultivation is this?

"impossible!"

Hundreds of ghosts were going crazy, he was going crazy, he couldn't even see how the Dao was distributed here even when he cut the Dao, and he exclaimed in shock:

"You don't have a sword, how can you use the phantom sword technique?"

"Besides, you are not a master of the Eight Immortals, and how can you control the two of us at the same time? How can you be able to withstand the flower fairy eyes?"

"You're laughing so hard!" The sloppy uncle looked indifferent.

He said this without smiling at all, and his expression was cold and serious: "Until now, do you still doubt my identity?"

"It is impossible for the Eight Masters to draw their swords!" Hundred Ghosts roared.

He knows something.

While speaking angrily, Baigui used anger and madness to cover up his true intentions.

But secretly trying to use the Cross Eyes to extinguish the illusion here, Baigui discovered that this was like reality, and it didn't look like an illusion at all.

The two sloppy uncles in front of me are both real people!

"External incarnation?"

Baigui has a death wish in his heart. Doesn't this mean that the other party is a semi-saint?

But, that’s not right!

Semi-Saint, why do you pretend to be the Eight Masters?

Although Baigui is stalling for time, what he said about the eight masters being unable to draw a sword is also true!

Hearing this, the sloppy uncle just shook his head and sighed.

"Even when you are dying, you don't know the means by which you died..."

"My sword is in your heart."

Finished speaking.

The sloppy uncle's other hand, which everyone had inexplicably ignored, suddenly appeared in everyone's awareness.

It's pressed right on Hyakuki's heart!

As soon as he finished speaking, the uncle curled his hands into a sword-holding position, and actually pulled out a black and white sword with many lines from the heart of Baigui.

"Uh, ah ah ah"

The painful roar instantly echoed in everyone's ears.

The flow of time here seems to be slowed down hundreds or thousands of times.

The sword of black and white was drawn out little by little.

Everyone can clearly see the Bagua Xuanxiang on it and feel the Taoist aura gathered on the sword.

"Famous sword!"

Jiang Chaotian exclaimed: "Isn't this the Taisheng Water Sword? Isn't this the sword of Yao Mansion, Yao Ye? Is he a member of the Yao family?"

No one responded.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with shock and inexplicable shock, and listened to the helpless wails of hundreds of ghosts in their ears.

A slash.

In front of this sloppy uncle, he was so helpless that he became like this!

The scenes in it are all visible to the storyteller, and he can't help but be frightened.

"Illusion Sword Technique..."

It can be said that in this small space world of yin and yang, life and death, the only one who can feel the unreality of the current scene is the storyteller.

I have the experience of seeing my brother draw a sword, so I know the story well.

The sword here is just a small microcosm of the truly vast fantasy swordsmanship.

And the moment when the sloppy uncle pulled Taisei's water sword out of Baigui's heart.

The underworld and hundreds of ghosts lost half of their life in the eyes of everyone at the same time.

"died?"

Everyone swallowed.

At this moment, even Xu Xiaoshou felt ridiculous.

This is ridiculous!

This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

The two major slashing methods are just gone?

This uncle is the Eight Masters, right? The one at the head of the Saint Slave is the fake?

Xu Xiaoshou even had these thoughts in his mind at the moment.

However.

After slowly wiping the sword, the sloppy uncle wiped the blood from Taisheng's water sword and flicked the famous sword lightly with his finger.

"Keng"

There was a crisp sound of sword clanging.

When everyone saw the scene in front of them, they were shattered again.

Another screen appears.

After learning the truth, everyone felt numb again.

All I could see was the scene in the field. The sloppy uncle didn't move at all, and there was no sword in his hand.

And Yin Cao, just like the illusion in his flower fairy eyes, really jumped out and even jumped in front of the sloppy uncle.

At this moment, the two of them were only a few steps away from each other.

The uncle didn't move.

However, Yin Cao was sweating profusely, panting, and his face was as white as paper.

He's not dead!

But it seemed like he was going to live after death.

The Hyakki, who was lagging behind, was not dead yet, and his hand still maintained the gesture of drawing out the holy blood.

But at this moment, the holy blood is no longer there.

There is only one pebble left in the palm of the hundred ghosts.
To be continued...