Void Island was silenced.
The only thing that echoed in everyone's ears was the sarcasm that Xu Xiaoshou spat out after piercing the thoughts of the false and false Saint Emperor with a sword.
His combos were so smooth, Hongmei Sanliu Luoyingjie's use seemed to have been rehearsed countless times in his mind.
As soon as the Wanze Holy Emperor was defeated, he followed up with a move.
There is no escape, no avoidance.
On the huge void island, under the gaze of Xu Xiaoshou, there was not even an inch of room for the Holy Emperor to stay.
"He is obviously so out of tune..." Someone murmured with a trembling voice.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou is so out of tune!
When he shrinks, he shrinks even more than a turtle, for fear of attracting even a small amount of attention from others.
But when he did it, he was even more flamboyant and extravagant. Even the word "grandstanding" is not enough to describe it.
One move after another, one sword after another.
Killing people is heart-breaking, and every word is bloody.
Xu Xiaoshou used his sharp tongue to the extreme. He could say some words naturally that would make onlookers feel ashamed.
But it was such an out-of-touch person who suddenly defeated the Holy Emperor of Arrogance!
If it were said that the Dragon Fusion Realm detonated in the air before, blowing up the Holy Emperor into a bloody man, but because it was too far away, everyone only felt it was ridiculous and the feeling was not very real.
So when the screen of the spiritual mirror showed the ghostly face of the Holy Emperor Wang Ze, which was transformed from a lake to a solid state and finally transformed into a twisted face, everyone was also stunned.
One punch, one punch, another punch...
From the Sin Palace, to the Fallen Abyss, to the Blood Realm, Xu Xiaoshou successively beat up the Fei Yan Wu Color, Dao Qiong Cang, and Wuze Holy Emperor.
Is this really a picture of the rebellious spirit that can be seen in the current era when the world is talking down the younger generation and the previous ten seats are still the mainstream
Fantasy shattered reality with one punch...
When I wake up from a sweet dream, it all becomes true...
Such an outrageous feeling is what people who have lost their voices think at the moment - they cannot accept it, but they have to accept it.
Outside the Miracle Forest, on the secluded winding path.
Mei Jiren has regained some energy and spirit after taking a pill from Bazunzhen, who had been a doctor for a long time.
A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.
Xu Xiaoshou's punch and the blasting realm were all looked down upon by Mei's people.
Essentially speaking, those powers are not Xu Xiaoshou's own. He is just a container that combines the power of the four holy emperors and a medium to vent the power of the four holy emperors.
If you play four against one, it's normal to win, but it's weird if you lose.
What really shocked Mei Jiren was the mental sword technique that Xu Xiaoshou performed on the spot after one punch in order to control and silence the Holy Emperor's thoughts of fleeing.
"Everything is demonic..."
"Is this really the devil behind his eyes?"
Bazun knew that the blind man could not see and could only feel the distant power, but Meiji saw it clearly and was completely shocked.
As we all know, the image of the Heart Sword Technique cannot be changed!
Xu Xiaoshou's image has also been seen by Meiji. It is very strong and is the image of the sword god Gulou Ying.
Regardless of the strength of his current realm, as long as his image quality is high or low, he can almost defeat 90% of the ancient sword cultivators in the world.
But just like this, the image was changed in the previous sword!
Mei Jiren quickly looked at the eight masters beside him, and after describing the battle process in a short story, he asked:
"From the black sky, the silver moon, the lonely building, the back..."
"He turned into a violent giant with the Demon Emperor's black dragon under his feet, seven blood trees growing on his back, a white sea of fire around his body, an empty hell above his head, and two blackened arms..."
"This is clearly the Heart Sword Technique Image Tianjie! Did you teach him?"
Mei Jiren finished speaking seriously, but there was still disbelief in her eyes.
He knew that Ba Zunzhen didn't have the time to teach Xu Xiaoshou the sword, otherwise it wouldn't be Mei's turn to take advantage of it.
Let’s not worry about whether Ba Zunzhen has time...
Even if he wants to teach, ancient sword cultivators in this world must be talented enough to learn it, right
Don’t you see that I am smiling at Kongtong in Shenyue Immortal City? I am the only disciple of the Eight Masters, one of the new generation of quasi-Seven Sword Immortals, and it goes without saying that I am talented in swordsmanship.
He doesn't know how to do this either!
Xu Xiaoshou, got it
When, where and how was it acquired
Mei Jiren has too many questions in his mind. If he can get the answer, he can promote this method and spread it all over the world, benefiting sword cultivators.
By then, the new era of ancient sword cultivation can come again!
At that time, the Heart Sword Technique will definitely lead the trend of ancient sword techniques and become the first of the nine sword techniques!
Expecting this, how could Mei Jiren, who "loves to be a teacher", be able to conceal her excitement
"Now there are gods and Buddhas, heaven's solution?"
The Eight Masters on one side frowned, and expressed their disdain for Mr. Jiren’s statement, saying:
"You are talking about changing from the image of the Sword God Gu Lou Ying to the image of the Four Little Saint Emperors?"
"How can such a downgrade be regarded as a natural solution? It should be said that the sword skill of the heart is 'self-obstructed', right?"
"Has Xu Xiaoshou been weakened by you?"
Ba Zunzhen's expression immediately became a little more suspicious.
He still has some confidence in Xu Xiaoshou's talent: he can indeed bear the word "can".
Therefore, he had no confidence that Xu Xiaoshou, whose swordsmanship reversed Heaven's solution, could still control the Holy Emperor.
"No!"
Meiji was so anxious that she almost knocked the folding fan on Bazunzhen's forehead, hating that iron could not make steel:
"You should be able to tell that Xu Xiaoshou has mastered the image of Gulou Ying."
"But before that, he only used the description of the Sword God legend to restore it, and he was still in the imitation stage."
"But the fourth child... bah, he is the image of the four holy emperors. He is above them, his aura is extraordinary, he seems to have entered the palace, and he has mastered the art of swordsmanship."
"If you don't have Ling Yun Qi in your chest, how can you look down on the people in the world?"
"You said this yourself. Do you dare to say that Xu Xiaoshou's style was not taught by you?"
Mei Jiren said and came closer, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Tell me, if the Heart Sword Technique, Imagery and Heavenly Interpretation can be passed down to the world, it will be a great blessing to the world's ancient sword cultivators. If you don't tell me, it will be in vain."
Ba Zunzhen had a strange look in his eyes and wanted to pull his arm out of the old man's arms, but was restrained by a huge force and couldn't pull it out.
He sighed helplessly and said:
"If you can learn... well, let me think about it... I should say..."
"If it can be passed on, I definitely want to pass it on to you... Hmm, it seems wrong?"
Mei Jiren's eyes flashed with coldness when he heard this, and he almost hit someone.
He shook off the brat's arm, blew his beard and glared: "Gu Jianxiu, why do you have to beat around the bush?"
"That's great!"
The Eight Masters were barely able to clap their hands and immediately said:
"If you were successful, Xiao Kongtong would have spread this method in Shenyue Immortal City."
"It's a pity that even he doesn't know how to do it, let alone other useless people...?"
"Of course, this doesn't include you."
After a pause, Bazun said again:
"As for Xu Xiaoshou, the 'master-disciple' relationship between me and him is, to put it bluntly, only half a volume of Ten Sections of Sword Fingers, and the "Guan Jian Canon" passed down by Xiao Kongtong."
"In fact, it doesn't even have the title of 'master and apprentice', and there is not much teaching and learning beyond that."
"Perhaps he got some inspiration from the "Guan Sword Code"?"
"Perhaps he has new insights after seeing your famous sword Tianjie just now."
"Perhaps, the help of the Four Holy Emperors has pushed his 'power' to a new peak."
Ba Zunzhen took a deep breath, as if he was a little tired from talking.
"Heart Sword Technique cultivates the heart, mind, and posture."
"When the opportunity comes, you can realize the natural interpretation of the image without me teaching it. There is nothing to say."
Does Xu Xiaoshou have such a talent
Meiji people all have a little doubt about this.
This is not because he underestimates Xu Xiaoshou. In fact, the eight masters are ahead of them. Even if the latecomers pat their backs, they will still feel inferior to the eight unless they surpass them in all aspects.
But beyond the eight masters, who has this confidence
Meiji still had some confidence in her students and did not ask such doubts.
He promptly turned to another question, and said with a strange combination of shamelessness and humility:
"The art of Heart Sword cultivates the heart and mind. I can understand it, but it cultivates posture..."
"Did you make a mistake?"
Mei Jiren secretly raised his eyes and carefully raised this question, as if he had returned to his childhood:
"Those who practice 'power' are all skilled in ten thousand swords, headed by the Feng family, and ending with the wrath of the Great Red God!"
"How can the Heart Sword Technique be related to 'Shi'?"
The Eight Masters heard the sound and opened their lips, but they swallowed the words in their hearts.
"Don't tell me!" Mei Jiren's expression turned serious.
"Alas." Bazun sighed in a low voice and asked:
"How can swordsmanship be divided into different schools?"
"The unsheathed sword represents evil, and the unsheathed sword represents ceremony. But there is only one sword, so why can't evil and ceremony co-exist?"
"There are nine swordsmanships, eighteen swordsmanships, three levels of Love Sword, and she has been practicing for a long time to become a god... But her Rao family's second level Sword of Forgetfulness, can it withstand your sword of Prajna Wu?"
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"Is Shan Hai's defense insufficient, or is your Mei's sword elephant too strong?"
"None of this!"
The Eight Deities were very knowledgeable and vocal, and when they spoke about this, they did not hesitate to give an explanation:
"It's just because she, the Rao family, has perfected the eight swordsmanship skills of the Sword God. She has perfected the eight sword skills. With this as the main method and the Love Sword as the supplement, she can use the power of the mountains and seas of the mortal world to unlock the mysteries and become a god."
"She is naive. She mainly focuses on the sword of love. She builds tall buildings in the sky. She is just a show of vanity. She is strong on the outside and capable on the inside."
"Now that she has woken up and started to focus on other sword skills, why do you keep getting better and better and getting better?"
Mei Jiren's face turned red after being scolded, but she felt a little clearer in front of her eyes, and said hurriedly: "You continue to scold."
Bazun choked for a moment, doubting the sarcasm was unfounded, but he didn't want to say more and just said:
"The force of drawing out the sword is ten thousand, and the force of withdrawing the sword is the heart. This force is not that force, and this force is also that force... Okay, you can figure it out on your own!"
Mei Jiren held the folding fan and was shocked, as if he had been enlightened.
After regaining consciousness, the eight acquaintances had gone far away, leaving only a distant shadow.
Mei Jiren hurriedly caught up.
"Can you make it more clear?"
"In this case, I will first tell you about my feelings just now. You can listen to it."
"The one who has great swordsmanship, Ling..."
"Mr. Jiren!" Bazun's head felt dizzy at the thought. He couldn't help but stop and look back, spreading his hands and saying, "Look, is it time to discuss Tao now?"
Following his hand, Mei Jiren saw the battlefield in the Blood Realm and couldn't help but wake up.
This damn Xu Xiaoshou is such a disappointment!
"Haha, you are right, but this trip is lonely. Why don't you and I discuss it again... Just waste more words!"
"How about I pay you for the time you owe me?"
"If anything happens to you, I'm always here for you!"
Mei Jiren patted her chest with a folding fan and said, "Hehe."
Is this a matter of time and time, human feelings and human feelings... Facing Mei Jiren's scorching eyes, Ba Zunzun was defeated in the end:
"All right."
He walked side by side with Mei Jiren, discussing the Tao as they walked.
How many years
It's been a long time since the Eight Masters discussed things with others like this.
The last time we had such an intense conversation about swords was when we were walking at the foot of Kongtong Mountain, we met a formless figure and was asked to capture a disciple.
What happened after that is unbearable to look back on.
After all, it's too troublesome for mortals, and the questions they ask are all repetitive.
The eight masters learned everything from speaking out everything they knew, to not getting tired of it later, and finally understanding silence.
He has been through too much!
Repeatedly explaining to others why one plus one equals two, and why one plus two equals three is just torture to him.
But these people are always asking, and even when they say it, they don’t understand. They give the answer and still ask why.
Ba Zunzhen is unable to define some issues that have already been defined at the bottom level. He cannot understand the thinking structure of these people.
He turned his insights into a simple sentence and pointed a sword, allowing people to understand.
He could no longer keep silent, but he was put on a pedestal and said some condescending and sarcastic words.
Until the end…
Some people gave each other beautiful jade and precious stones in order to gain an explanation;
Some people do not hesitate to use swords to force each other to be together.
But if everything and everyone in this world should be perfected, then what time would he, the Eight Supreme Beings, still have for himself
When I came back and talked and laughed, I didn't realize that I was already a fairy in heaven.
Half a poem, half a sword, half a sword, gods, demons and ghosts have been learned for thousands of years.
Pity…
The world worships him, but no one understands him.
…
The Blood Realm is not the Blood Realm, and the Cyclone Belt is not the Cyclone Belt.
They were completely different from the two people who could talk leisurely outside the Miracle Forest.
This side has been beaten to one of the nine broken Jedi. The only winner, Xu Xiaoshou, is holding four swords, looking up to the sky and roaring with fierce ambition.
He crushed the Holy Emperor!
He even pierced the fierce sword into the opponent's residual thoughts!
The victory of this battle has been decided. Even if you borrow external force, you are still using the big to bully the small.
After all calculations, everyone is equally matched, but I win this battle.
Cool!
As for the non-sword cultivators, there were four swords that were possessed by the same demon. Xu Xiaoshou could imagine Rao Wuze's tragic ending.
But he hasn't lost all his sanity yet. After all, there was Yu Ling before... Oh, the water ghost was hit by a sword and was instantly eliminated.
Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou chose to believe Rao Wangze's Taoist heart to be on the safe side.
"Rao Wangze, do you have any last words to say?"
Facing the black demonic thoughts in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou was on guard and asked probing questions.
Chi chi chi…
The demonic energy splashed out one after another, and the Holy Emperor seemed unable to escape from it.
In other words, he could already see that even if he escaped, he would not be Xu Xiaoshou's opponent at this moment.
Being captured again and again is more humiliating than being defeated once.
At this moment, the Wanze Saint Emperor made his final decision:
"Tao! Qiong! Cang!"
The high-pitched holy sound echoed throughout the audience.
Obviously he didn't say anything, but after finishing his drink, Rao Wang chose to ignite his own remaining thoughts of the Holy Emperor.
Outside the ruins of Sinyi Palace, Dao Qiongcang frowned, clearly intending to stay out of the incident.
But he had no choice but to obey the Holy Emperor's last roar:
Sacrifice the power of the Holy Emperor, turn it into the ultimate energy, and use the magic of heaven to integrate it into the Si Wu Formation, sealing the Void Island again.
This game is definitely over!
After returning to the Holy Continent, Xu Xiaoshou has entered the Holy Emperor's eyes, and it is difficult for any outsider to guarantee his life or death.
"well."
Dao Qiongcang sighed, and finally took up the secret of Tianji and planned to join the game.
But Xu Xiaoshou didn’t give him a chance!
He had been on guard for a long time, and when he heard the sound, he roared loudly, and the green chains wrapped around him surged out.
"Make me sleepy!"
Beside the White Tiger Gate, the Weasel of Cold Heaven let out a shrill scream, and the majestic Holy Emperor's suppressive power was transmitted into Xu Xiaoshou's body through the four divine pillars.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
This time, there is no Taoist sound and no interpretation.
Xu Xiaoshou's body exploded and turned into an illusory blue prison, covering the sky.
Chains of order shot out from all directions, piercing into the body of Holy Emperor Wangze who was trying to sacrifice himself, and then tied him into a chain dumpling.
"Suppression!"
With a few rumbles, the green chain pulled back, dragging the remnants of the Holy Emperor into the depths of the dark prison.
Xu Xiaoshou's body returned to the form of a violent giant.
What everyone saw was that the Holy Emperor's remnant thoughts followed Xu Xiao into the Qi Receiving Sea, and then were transmitted back into the body of Hantian Weasel through the power of the four divine pillars.
"Gulu~"
Visible to the naked eye, the weasel that blocked the sky and sun had swallowed something.
And the remnant aura of the Wanze Saint Emperor completely disappeared on this void island.
"Been, eaten?"
Countless people were horrified to see it.
If you act recklessly, the Holy Emperor will be killed, and the ending will be considered good for now.
But being imprisoned by this mysterious blue prison...
Can the other party exert some influence on the body of the Holy Emperor through this Holy Emperor's residual thoughts
It’s scary to think about it!
The battle on Void Island ended with Xu Xiao being victorious and the Holy Emperor being detained
No!
After taking down the Wanze Saint Emperor, Xu Xiaoshou laughed ferociously, like a mad dog with red eyes, and turned his head to glance at the Sin Palace:
"Very good, Rao Wangze said, you will be next..."
"Tao Qiongtian!"