"Tsk tsk tsk!"
The demonic energy all over the sky suddenly spewed out from an unknown place, dyeing everything black.
The plum rain turned black, and the landscape scrolls of the Second World turned black.
Even Fei Yun Ping and the Gui Yiji Sword, which was accumulating power, turned black.
"What's going on?" Feng Zhongzui was stunned. He was shocked dozens of times a day.
The ancient sword cultivators around him and the spectators in front of the preaching mirror also had no idea what was going on.
He was obviously fighting well, but how could he become like this in the blink of an eye?
Master Shou didn’t resist much either!
He just used the Wrath of the Great Silver God as normal, and then took the second world sword...
Is it possible to say that in Master Shou's second world, one sword destroyed Gu Lao's Meizi Yutian Jie + Second World + Feiyun Ping + Gui Yiji Sword?
--absurd!
"It's a bit familiar..." Du Dumei Siren frowned, leaning on his chin with his paper fan, looking at the surging demonic energy and lost in thought.
"Hiss..." He took another breath, but still couldn't remember where this obsessive energy was familiar.
boom!
The battle was violently shaken.
The second world belonging to Gu Lao completely collapsed.
Meizi Yutianjie was subsequently interrupted, and the Guiyiji Sword not only shattered, but the majestic energy even backfired on its owner.
From high in the sky, a figure wrapped in black demonic energy quickly fell down. His face was completely dazed, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't help mumbling something.
He hit the ground with a bang, sending out a lot of smoke and dust.
If it weren't for Fei Yun Ping's passive protection, I'm afraid this fall would have broken the leg of this old, fragile ancient sword cultivator.
"This? Mr. Gu suddenly went crazy and was knocked out of the state of heavenly relief?" Feng Zhongzui exclaimed in disbelief, "What did Master Shou do?"
No one knows what happened in the second world of Master Shou just now, and no one even dares to think about what could happen in the second world at that moment. This made Mr. Gu, who was so determined to seek the truth, self-defeating. .
Yes, it is self-defeating!
It seemed that Shou Ye's Great Silver God's Wrath had little effect, and Gu Lao's Gui Yi Ji Sword, which combined the three realms into one, was broken.
The failure can only be due to this reason...
Something serious has happened to Mr. Gu himself!
Master Meng found this problem and sprinkled a pinch of salt on the wound - he is the best at doing this kind of thing!
Feng Zhongzui hurriedly pointed the preaching mirror at Gu Lao, wanting to see if he could come out of his obsession and continue fighting.
After all, only two swords have passed since the three swords he told Master Shou...
But after the magnification of the preaching mirror, only this devilish, stumbling voice could be heard:
"True meaning, true meaning..."
"There is a true meaning in this... I have forgotten to explain it..."
That disheveled hair, that senile appearance, that dull gaze filled with self-doubt, were completely different from the "No. 1 Sword Immortal" who was so high-spirited before the war!
The spectators in the preaching mirror felt their scalps go numb when they saw it. As their minds turned, they followed Feng Zhongzui's thoughts and saw another person who was magnified after the screen moved - Master Shou!
Master Shou looked at the old man in front of him with complicated eyes, with a bit of compassion on his face, and sighed sadly.
Everyone's thoughts are going crazy again.
"Sure enough, it was him who did it. If you fight Master Shou, losing is the best outcome."
"An old man like this is the easiest to make him collapse and go crazy. Shouye specializes in messing with people's mentality!"
"So, what happened? Mr. Gu had the upper hand just now..."
Regarding Gu Lao's ending, Xu Xiaoshou had some predictions in advance.
First of all, Guyu is not a contentious person. His way lies in the mountains and rivers, in the countryside, not on the battlefield.
But in order to go further, he gave up his past life of seclusion and went to the Holy Hall to seek the status of a semi-saint.
But where is the true Tao hidden in the semi-holy person?
Even if he obtains the status of a semi-saint and deviates from his original intention, is it really possible for him to lead to sainthood?
It can be said that from the moment Guyu decided to climb the Guizhe Holy Mountain, his path started to go wrong.
But if you don't set out, you will be deep in the countryside, and you can't see any hope anymore, so you can only choose to set off.
——This is so contradictory!
A person who is based on such a self-contradictory moment, his Taoist heart is extremely fragile.
Naturally, Xu Xiaoshou's sword to the second world became the last straw that broke the camel's back before it even started to exert force.
And the last poem he borrowed from Gong Huo actually gave Guyu another choice at the fork in the road:
Either give up the search for true meaning, return to the original path, continue to work hard, and maybe make a breakthrough in the future.
Either grasp the true meaning I gave you and you can understand it at this moment, break through the confusion, and become a saint immediately.
Isn't it a semi-holy person? Xu Xiaoshou can really afford it!
But judging from Guyu's ending, he had no choice between the two, and he was confused again.
Can be foreseen!
Not everyone is a Quilehan or an acquaintance of the Eight Masters, and their heart toward the Tao is so clear and firm.
If Gu Yu could really grasp the artistic conception of Tao Sheng from another world at that moment, then there is a high probability that he would not have been entangled before and ended up contradicting himself.
Talent determines the upper limit.
Character determines success or failure.
All I can say is that this is how it is meant to be.
And this may be the life of most people...
Xu Xiaoshou withdrew his gaze from the other ancient sword cultivators who also showed pity on their faces, and landed on the face of the possessed Mr. Gu.
He had no intention of making a fatal move, and even used the Heart Sword Technique, and the demon swallowed up Gu Lao's demonic energy from the air.
After repressing and forcibly calming down the old man, Mr. Gu, who fell into a daze, finally found a ray of clarity at Yilingtai.
"True meaning..."
He muttered to himself one last time, closed his eyes, and recalled everything in his mind that he had just lost control of.
He didn't say anything, but in an instant, he seemed to have aged dozens of years.
"Lao Gu, accept the offer."
Xu Xiaoshou hugged Zang Ku and performed an ancient ritual.
Although the victory in the battle came very suddenly, and the final harvest was not as high as expected, it was still rewarding.
At least Gu Lao's superb second realm, which was constructed by integrating the three realms into one, could be easily broken by 80% of the level achieved by relying on his swordsmanship.
If it were anyone else, he would have been trapped for a long time, or even unable to escape at all.
After breaking the sword, Xu Xiaoshou not only saw it, but also learned it.
Moreover, he is also a man without inner demon restrictions, his understanding of the three second realms is higher, and the level of the Sword of Heaven's Liberation can also be even higher than that of the ultimate version of Gu Lao!
As for Mr. Gu after the war...
If this old swordsman can survive his inner demons, he will have another chance to become a saint, and he will be able to improve his ancient swordsmanship even more.
Based on his knowledge of swordsmanship that combines the three realms just now, he is probably among the best among the ancient sword masters.
But it's all based on assumptions.
Just like in theory, his Guiyiji Sword that combines three realms into one can kill the Holy Emperor... In fact, Xu Xiaoshou can find a flaw to break the sword, so how can the Holy Emperor give his sword time to charge?
"well!"
Feng Zhongzui, who was watching the battle, felt a little regretful.
The third battle of Sword Immortal ended with such a cliff-like turn, which was indeed a bit disturbing.
But he also knew that Mr. Gu had no strength to fight anymore, so the missionary mirror couldn't keep staring at the image of the old man in despair.
Gu Jianxiu is a good-looking person.
Unexpectedly, before the mirror was removed, Gu Yu put his hands on the ground and stood up shakily.
He stretched out his hand from a distance:
"No!"
Everyone in the audience was stunned. Do you still want to fight?
The Mei Si people dodge into the battlefield, "You don't want your life?"
"Help me..." Gu Yu lowered his voice and muttered, then stood proudly with the support of Mei Siren, "I said three swords, it is three swords."
"Are you sick?" Mei Siren almost threw the man in his hand away. In your state, how can you think of a third sword? Why don't you go to heaven!
"Xu Xiaoshou may not even be able to beat me now." Mei Siren also whispered.
"You don't have to step down for me." Gu Yu frowned.
"I'm not joking!"
Gu Yu glanced at the serious look on his old friend's face, lowered his head, gave a final nod of recognition, and then raised his eyes to look at Xu Xiaoshou:
"It's just a gentleman's words. A horse cannot be chased. I said you will learn something..."
Snapped!
Meisi people just threw it away.
Before Gu Lao could finish his words, he stumbled two and a half steps to the side, finally tripped himself and fell to the ground with a thud.
Feng Zhongzui's preaching mirror "didn't have time" to move and "accidentally" broadcast the scene.
Xu Xiaoshou was even more silent and said after a while: "Mr. Gu, there is really no need to continue fighting..."
This old man's biggest flaw has been discovered by himself.
If you fight further, you don't even need to open the second world. Xu Xiaoshou can take him away with his heart sword technique.
As for learning...
There is no experience left to squeeze out of the old swordsman.
But a stubborn donkey is a stubborn donkey, and he never listens to advice, "No! I said three swords, it is three swords!"
"But even if there are thirty more swords, you are still no match for me."
Guyu's face turned red. These words obviously hurt his heart, but he still said stubbornly: "I didn't say I had to use this third sword against you!"
"oh?"
Xu Xiaoshou was curious now.
If you don’t do it to yourself, then who should you do it to?
He glanced around at the many ancient sword cultivators, and finally settled on Mr. Si Ren, falling into deep thought.
Yes, ancient sword cultivators seem to be seeking retribution...
"I will do it to myself." Gu Yu's face became a little sad, "Of course, I will do it to the world as well."
What does this mean?
This time, not only Xu Xiaoshou, but everyone was unable to react.
Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and intuitively sensed that something was wrong. He didn't dare to make any mistakes and kept Gu Lao locked on to record the scene.
Mei Siren suddenly left and came back with a calm expression on his face. He just grabbed Gu Yu's hand and said seriously: "You can't beat Xu Xiaoshou!"
"Actually, I had a premonition..." Gu Yu smiled in relief.
"You can't do it!"
"No, Siren, you don't know what I'm going to do."
"Others don't know you, but I don't know you? Do you want to die?" Mei Siren's eyes were full of anger.
But the stubborn donkey was still the same stubborn donkey. Gu Yu shook his head again, squinted at the unpredictable sky, said in a sly voice, and murmured softly:
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."
…
In front of the missionary mirror of the Eastern Sword Burial Tomb, Su Qianqian was holding the Demonic Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord. His eyes suddenly lost focus and his brain became empty.
She had always looked at this Mr. Gu and felt that he looked familiar. Ever since he chose to fight Brother Xiaoshou, her temperament had been inexplicably familiar.
But I still can't remember where the familiarity lies, after all, the two have never met before.
Until now!
Until this sound comes out!
Recalling his previous challenge and looking at his sighing expression at this moment, Su Qianqian finally understood where that sense of familiarity came from.
Isn't this exactly the behavior and expression that grandpa used to challenge the eight masters in the inheritance pearl that his third uncle gave him?
Exactly the same!
Even the words after the war are exactly the same!
For a moment, Su Qianqian's eyes turned red. She didn't know what Gu Lao wanted to do, but she seemed to be able to predict the future.
In the eighth palace.
After digesting the spiritual swordsmanship, Xiao Qixiu's eyes widened and he stared at the preaching mirror again.
This mirror is truly a "preacher". Xu Xiaoshou's three battles alone can raise the level of ancient sword cultivators in the world by more than one level!
Southern Territory.
Xiao Wanfeng, Feng Xiaose and others stared at the mirror.
Gou Wuyue and Ba Zunzhen were also thoughtful, their eyes going back and forth between Mei Si and Gu Yu.
In the middle of the war.
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the heroic and righteous aura coming out of Mr. Gu's body, tightened his sword, and said decisively:
"do not fight!"
Guyu turned his head and looked.
Everyone looked at the preaching mirror.
Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, let out a laugh, and said:
"I surrender."
At this moment, he also felt that the situation was not good, because he also thought of Su Qianqian.
The only difference is that Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had become the Eight Masters at that time, and Gu Yu was a ray of dead soul that was about to be born under his sword.
Xu Xiaoshou had gone from disapproving of the Eight Masters' actions against the Su family to now recognizing the heroic spirit of the ancient sword cultivators of this era who sacrificed their lives for the name of Dao Ke.
Although recognition is recognition, it does not mean that he wants to be that kind of person, or that he will "achieve" those people like the Eight Masters.
His sword only kills those who deserve to be killed.
Otherwise, Xu Xiaoshou will not make random jokes about "life" unless necessary.
Gu Yu seemed to know what this young man was thinking.
This time, he climbed up from the ground under his own power and stood firm.
With a call of his hand, he summoned Mei Ziyu, whose sword body was somewhat broken after Tianjie was broken.
He stroked the sword in his hand, his eyes swept across the faces of ancient sword cultivators, and finally settled on the preaching mirror, and his voice became impassioned:
"I have a sword, and I need to account for the past, be responsible for the choice, and have a clear path!"
"I have a sword to kill cowardice, indecisiveness, and learn from one's own heart!"
"I have a sword!" Gu Yu's voice suddenly dropped, he turned his head, looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and his tone became very, very low:
"I'm lost and can never go back."
"I hope you will remember it well and remember it for me."
After a pause, he looked back at the preaching mirror again, with nostalgia in his eyes, and shouted:
"Remember him!"
Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and was about to speak.
Guyu suddenly threw the sword in his hand upwards, and the awe-inspiring sword intent burst out from his eyes, and the sword and man became one in an instant.
Plum rain, the second heavenly solution!
"Pattering..."
The fluttering raindrops fell again, full of determination and decisiveness, without any hesitation before.
Xu Xiaoshou turned to Mr. Siren with stunned eyes.
The latter didn't say anything, let out a long sigh, and left the battlefield.
No one knows better than the people of Meisi how big a change Gu Yu has made at this moment. He could have calmed down his sword, spared himself, and spared Gu Jian Dao.
But that's how he's been for the rest of his life.
No one can control a person's choice for a peaceful life or a bright moment.
As a friend, my best wish at this moment is to come true.
The sudden change happened so fast that Xu Xiaoshou didn't even react, let alone others.
Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and didn't know what was going to be broadcast next. He could only keep expanding and expanding the picture. He felt that it would be huge.
Suddenly, the plum rain after the heaven's relief fell within the coverage area...
"Buzz buzz buzz buzz!"
The sword energy surged wildly, and the auras belonging to the nine major sword arts were mixed together, and finally merged together to create a mystical formation.
Another light up!
There is one more thing!
Come again!
"One, two, three, four...seven? Seven secret formations? Seven second realms?" Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror, his hands did not dare to shake, but his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets, "Gu Lao wants to What? Is he crazy?!"
responded to his.
Respond to what the world expects.
It is no longer the repeated "flying clouds" or the poor "liuguang", but a crisp and indomitable voice:
"Come into the world, never come out of it!"
"Xu Xiaoshou, watch carefully... open the sword! The mysterious door!" (End of this chapter)
