“Swish!”
The demon slayer held two swords in his hands and swung out two blade beams, attacking Haoyue.
His attack is the horn.
The other eighteen beings in the eighth realm followed closely, offering up their magic weapons.
The sharp spiritual power of various magic weapons swept in.
Haoyue's cold eyes fixed, and the drop of sweat on his forehead turned into ice crystals and merged into his body.
The Hanyue Sword in his hand radiated cold air.
The sword light rises!
Swoosh——
Countless sword beams emanated from the Hanyue Sword and attacked the countless sharp spiritual powers in front of him.
boom--
Boom boom——
Boom boom boom——
The continuous roar was deafening.
Countless spiritual powers were roaring, causing waves of wind on the ground.
This was the first head-on confrontation between Haoyue and the nineteen eighth-level realm masters.
When the wind and waves subsided, the sharp spiritual power and the cold sword light retreated.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Haoyue's mouth, embroidering a red plum blossom on the ice-blue clothes.
"Haoyue, just surrender!"
Xiang Si held the sword against his shoulder and grinned.
In the previous confrontation, the nineteen eighth-realm masters had the upper hand as expected.
Although Haoyue was only slightly injured, it was also their victory.
Next, we can use this achievement to expand our advantage and get to know Haoyue.
Thinking that the famous Master Haoyue was about to die in their hands, they all showed knowing smiles on their faces.
“Zheng!”
The sword rings!
This is Haoyue’s answer.
She had nothing to say to those people in front of her who wanted to hurt Qin Lang.
Swish!
This time, it was not the sword light, but the bright moon!
Haoyue held the Hanyue Sword in his hand and rushed towards Xiang Si as fast as lightning.
Xiang Si was shocked. He didn't expect Haoyue to be so decisive.
Judging from his appearance, it seems that he is ready to fight with him to the death!
Even though he knew he would die, he still wanted to drag him down with him!
"madman!"
Xiang Si cursed loudly.
He held the sword tightly in both hands, ready to welcome the arrival of the bright moon.
Around him, Tu Mo and other monks from the eighth realm surrounded and killed Haoyue together.
A smug look appeared on Xiang Si's face.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you want to kill me? You're just dreaming!"
He said with a smile and disdain.
As long as he could block Haoyue's attack, Haoyue would die at the hands of the other eighteen eighth-level cultivators.
“Zheng!”
The Hanyue Sword rang again.
Xiang Si's pupils suddenly contracted.
I saw the Hanyue sword fly out of Haoyue's hand and stab towards Si quickly.
Such behavior can certainly increase the speed of the Hanyue Sword.
But without the Hanyue Sword, Haoyue would have no chance of protecting himself!
Haoyue, determined to die!
"Bang!"
The Hanyue Sword pierced through his heart.
Xiang Si looked down blankly.
A bloody hole the size of a sword appeared on his chest.
The blood did not flow out, but was condensed into blood crystals by the frosty air.
What was coagulated was not only his blood, but also his heart and even his internal organs.
The Hanyue Sword passed through his body. The powerful coldness of the immortal weapon was something Xiang Si could not resist at all.
"No……"
He was unwilling to accept it.
But he couldn't do anything.
At this moment, Haoyue has been besieged by eighteen people in the eighth realm.
Before his death, Xiang Si had a smile on his face.
The only consolation is to be able to watch the bright moon fall before dying.
Xiang Si's body fell from a high altitude.
Facing eighteen people in the eighth realm, Haoyue remained as cold as ice and did not show any panic at all.
"Congeal!"
She parted her red lips slightly and uttered a word.
In an instant, several ice walls surrounded her tightly.
As long as she can hold out against this round of attack, she will be able to get the Frost Moon Sword again.
With the Hanyue Sword in hand, you can break out of the siege!
"Hurry! She's waiting for the Frost Moon Sword!"
A famous Eight Realms shouted.
The demon-slaying double swords kept swinging.
“Ka-ka-ka…”
The ice wall soon began to crack under the crowd's attack.
Seeing that the ice wall was about to break, Tu Mo and others showed joy on their faces.
"Bang!"
A roar.
The ice wall couldn't withstand the siege from the Eight Realms and was completely shattered.
“Go to hell!”
The demon-slayer had a ferocious look on his face and slashed at Haoyue's lower abdomen with both swords.
Blood stained the ice-blue clothes.
Haoyue remained calm.
She stretched out her jade hand, and the Hanyue Sword fell into her hand without her knowing when.
“Swish!”
The sword blade broke through the air.
The demon-slayer's head was chopped off by the Hanyue Sword.
At the same time, a sharp blade appeared behind Haoyue and pierced her right chest.
“Zheng!”
The Hanyue Sword made a sound and took the initiative to break away from the Haoyue's hand to protect its master.
The Eighth Realm cultivator who was attacking Haoyue from behind was killed by a single blow from the Hanyue Sword!
Haoyue pulled herself out, pure and innocent as ice and jade, but her whole body was covered in blood, as if she had just come out of a pool of blood.
The Hanyue Sword slowly floated behind her.
Before her, there were still sixteen eighth-level cultivators left.
"Congeal!"
Another cold word, she formed a spell.
Ice crystals condense on the wounds on the body, freezing the wounds and preventing further bleeding.
This method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause. There are still sixteen people in front of her. She has no time to heal her wounds. She can only use this method to maintain her combat effectiveness!
"Come!"
The frost spiritual power of Haoyue burst out, and the strong fluctuations made her blood-red robe rustle.
At this moment, she is no longer the icy beauty Haoyue Zun who keeps people away.
But a bloodthirsty female devil!
She is willing to be Qin Lang and become a demon in one thought!
Just to kill all the enemies in front of us and protect Qin Lang!
The sixteen eighth-level cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.
They didn't expect that in such a short period of time, four eighth-level realm masters had been killed.
Even though there were sixteen of them and they were confident of victory, they still did not dare to move forward.
No one knows which of the sixteen will be the next to die.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Several more figures flew into the sky.
There were a few more monks around the sixteen eighth-level monks.
Put together, there are more than twenty-five cultivators in the eighth realm!
Next, Haoyue will fight against more enemies than before!
There was no change in her expression.
Be it twenty or twenty-five.
To her, there was no difference.
Killing one person is killing, killing everyone in the world is also killing!
Having made her choice, she has no regrets!
"Uncle Master..."
Haoyue lowered his eyes, looked towards the deep pit where Qin Lang was, and murmured.
"Get started!"
The perception of cultivators in the eighth realm is so powerful.
In just this brief moment of whispering, they seized the opportunity and attacked Haoyue together.
"Master, be careful!"
Hong Lianhua turned pale and shouted quickly.
Elder Li also clenched his fists tightly, and sweat continued to seep out of his palms.
Haoyue looked straight at him.
Twenty-five people in the eighth realm are within reach!
At this moment, a smile appeared on Haoyue's face.
This was the first time she smiled in front of someone other than Qin Lang.
Indeed, her smile is beautiful.
It's breathtakingly beautiful.
Twenty-five eighth-level cultivators, both men and women, without exception, were all mesmerized by Haoyue's smile.
It was also the first time they saw the smile of the Ten Thousand Year Iceberg.
soon.
Someone noticed something was wrong.
The Seven Lotus Saint below shouted in shock:
"Run away! She's going to explode!"
Self-destruction! ?
Everyone present was shocked.
No one expected that Haoyue would choose to self-destruct!
It is not easy to practice to the eighth level of the peak of the Immortal Realm!
Even if you fight against so many of the Eight Realms, if you are lucky, your soul will be able to escape and be reborn in another body.
It can self-destruct, but there is no possibility of survival!
No matter it is the body or the soul, they will be reduced to ashes in the self-explosion!
Reverend Haoyue will become history, lost in the long river of time, and gradually disappear from the memories of the cultivators of Qiankun Continent.