Ye Xiaotian felt like his head was exploding.

He recalled the masked man in Tiansang Ling Palace who broke off his arm.

I thought that the secret of space was complete, and no matter how strong the Eight Masters were, they could still try to get through it now, right?

But now...

"Huh~"

Ye Xiaotian breathed a long sigh of relief and tried to relax himself. He felt that what Mr. Sang said was right. Living in Tiansang Ling Palace for many years, the situation has really become smaller.

He still didn't believe in evil, so he gathered his strength and finally asked: "Are you ancient sword cultivators so perverted? Are all the gods and Buddhas able to understand this?"

"No, no, no..." Xiao Kongtong immediately waved his hand, "There are only two people in the world who can do it."

"Oh?" Ye Xiaotian felt more balanced, but soon began to tremble again. He looked up and down at the guy in front of him, and asked suspiciously, "So this is how you can block the Half-Saint Ten Breaths?"

"Hahaha……"

Xiao Kongtong smiled a little flattered, but quickly shook his head, "You misunderstood, I'm not that strong yet, I can't even compare to my own husband, let alone master the divine understanding of the gods and Buddhas in front of me?"

"What about the other person?" Ye Xiaotian was slightly startled, then looked at the monster in the distance and thought, "No way, it's already so terrifying, how can it evolve again?"

"Not Mr. Jiren."

Xiao Kongtong stopped being pretentious and said firmly: "The leader of the Seven Sword Immortals, Mr. Youtu!"

Ye Xiaotian was silent.

He suddenly felt powerless.

There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. It is really not just talk.

It turns out that with the perfection of space mysteries, it is not possible to directly defeat Taixu or kill Taixu.

As far as I know so far, there are so many Taixu who can rival half-saints, and I am not even worthy of holding my shoes even with my own space mysteries.

"Are you shocked?" Xiao Kongtong looked at him.

"A bit, I should have been more than this..." Ye Xiaotian rarely confessed. He really felt that he had wasted too much time. If he hadn't had this experience on Void Island, he would have wasted even more time in the future.

Xiao Kongtong patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, senior. Every step you take in the future will be a qualitative leap. If you can achieve Taixu and tear apart a half-saint with your hands, wouldn't that be all right?"

Ye Xiaotian rolled his eyes. Why do these words sound weird? Are you mocking me?

"Let's go, Mr. Jiren must be the back-up left by the teacher to Xu Xiaoshou. With him here, we may not even need to take action, we can just hold the line back." Xiao Kongtong stepped forward.

The stone giants were about to catch up again. If it weren't for the overflow of holy power in this place, which made them fearful, neither of them would have had time to stop and chat.

"Pressure the formation..."

Ye Xiaotian followed, but smiled bitterly in his heart.

Mr. Jiren is so strong, the two of them... Bah! What kind of formation is he still in? It would be a joke if he did.

"Don't be depressed!" Xiao Kongtong's smile is still bright, "'We, the sword cultivators, will never move forward'. I give this to you, not just for fun."

"Besides..." He paused, "Aren't you still here with me?"

Pointing at his face, Kongtong smiled and said: "With Mr. Jiren here, we may not have to take action, but the cost of my action is too high. If I don't take action, it will be more able to suppress the semi-saint. What do you think?" He winked.

Ye Xiaotian: "..."

You rely on your face to make a living!

Sometimes he really feels that the Eight Masters are so amazing. With such a face, one person can stand up to one man and be invincible to others?

Xu Xiaoshou is like this, and Xiao Kongtong is like this.

"I still have a question..." Ye Xiaotian suddenly stopped as he looked ahead at the figure walking away without saying a word, carrying a sack.

"Say." Xiao Kongtong stopped and looked sideways.

Ye Xiaotian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and moved his mouth forward. After all, he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked: "The front is in such a mess, you have seen it... Now, how tall do you still have to be?"

After Xiao Kongtong was stunned, he smiled again, grinning with big white teeth on his dirty face, and responded as before.

"If I say ten breaths, it means ten breaths...I won't lie."

After saying this, he stepped forward and never looked back.

Ye Xiaotian finally closed his eyes heavily.

He had already expected that this question might irritate him, but he couldn't help but ask.

Because after seeing the monster in the distance, he felt that the time he could hold on might not even be comparable to Teng Shanhai's.

Not even half a breath!

It’s ridiculous that Kongtong still responds like this!

"Are you laughing for ten breaths?" Ye Xiaotian shook his head and sighed, and suddenly laughed, "You are really hitting me mercilessly, all the time!"

…

battlefield.

Broken, disintegrated, messy... these are synonymous with the current battlefield.

The holy statue was confronting the gods and Buddhas in front of them. Before they could take action, shock waves visible to the naked eye exploded layer by layer in the void, spreading thousands of miles away.

The earth shattered and space collapsed, just like the end of the world.

Xu Xiaoshou was still begging.

When he saw Jiang Buyi's Tailoring Hand, with loud thunder and small raindrops, was directly shattered by his own teacher's move, he realized that something was wrong.

"My situation has become smaller and my vision has become narrower. I actually use the ordinary Taixu I have dealt with before to measure this battle between Mr. Jiren and Half-Saint Jiang Buyi."

"In this world, if Taixu wants to defeat a semi-saint, there are indeed some methods."

"And for people below half-saint level, only by drinking the holy blood can they fight against the holy power..."

Xu Xiaoshou hid far away, looking at Mr. Jiren who had completely crushed the semi-saint Jiang Buyi after crushing the hand of the cutting saint. He felt that he had realized something, but it seemed as if he had not realized anything at all.

"Is it an illusion?"

"Mr. Jiren's intention is too strong. He obviously doesn't have any holy power, but he feels like he can crush the half-saint to death in the next second?"

"No matter how strong your will is, what's the use? The objective facts are in front of you. Jiang Buyi is a proper half-saint! If he can kill him with his will, won't I be able to kill the semi-sage if I stand a little longer while swallowing mountains and rivers?"

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, he knew there was no limit to his anger.

But he still felt that his "meaning" was a little different from the "meaning" displayed by Mr. Jiren at this moment.

"What is it?"

"I seem to have learned this kind of thing before, but why...can't remember it?"

Before he could get an answer from himself, Jiang Buyi spoke up in the middle of the battle.

"I see……"

After he suddenly came to his senses, he looked at the evil-looking gods and Buddhas behind Mei Jiren, with a trace of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"I thought that the Eight Masters were the leaders in the way of swordsmanship, and that they could work together with spirit refining to get out of the shackles of the previous era."

"I have never thought of your own way, but compared with it, you can't make too much concessions!"

Jiang Buyi looked at the shimmering light of the sword that condensed around the gods and Buddhas in front of him, took a deep breath, and there was a strong light of jealousy in his eyes:

"The body and mind are united, the mind and Qi are united, the invisible is transformed into the tangible, the abstract is transformed into the concrete, from fantasy to the real world..."

"I didn't expect that this old guy could keep up with the trend of the times. In this regard, it seems that I am very backward."

With a fixed gaze, Jiang Buyi raised his eyes and asked:
Chapter completed!