In the long river of sword energy, countless bright lights emerged, rushing towards Wufengjian and wrapping Wufengjian. The edgeless sword was shining with golden light at this moment.
Gu Xiaotian tightened his grip on Wu Feng, took a deep breath, and handed out what was probably the strongest sword in his life. The endless sword intent bloomed at this moment, and the thunder pool in the sea of clouds was also torn apart by the terrifying aura at this moment, and the real thunder in Song Bufan's hand that kept pouring towards Gu Xiaotian was also intercepted by a sword light, from which Cut open.
A ray of sword light finally struck Song Bufan's body, leaving a long sword mark like a centipede on his body from top to bottom.
Song Bufan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell down hard, hitting the snow. Song Bufan smashed into the snow, like a meteor hitting the ground, leaving a big deep hole. He stood up in pain, then waved, called Mo Ying's swords back into his hands, and stared at Gu Xiao God, be prepared.
The golden light on the edgeless sword had begun to fade away, and the sword was already at full strength. But Gu Xiaotian was unwilling to give up this golden opportunity.
He knew very well that that sword only cut off Song Bufan's energy, but it was definitely not fatal to Song Bufan.
He had already known about such a thing after that sword attack. Therefore, regardless of the fact that his sword intention was gradually weakening, he gritted his teeth, walked through the wind and snow, and handed his sword to Song Bufan who was standing in the snow.
This sword had a strong sword intent, and the golden light had dissipated, but reappeared in an instant, stronger than before.
This sword finally fell. The wind and snow seemed to be blocked, and there were only two figures in the snow. Tick tock.
It was the sound of blood dripping. Mo Ying's swords had both been broken into two pieces. Then there were two sounds of swords falling into the snow.
Zhenwu's two swords of the Zhen sect ended up broken in the end, which is really disappointing. Gu Xiaotian's face was pale, but his eyes were still firm.
Song Bufan was also pale, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were extremely empty. Because there was a sword stuck in his chest.
A true sword through the heart. The wind and snow reflected Song Bufan's desolate face, which looked so tragic at this moment.
Song Bufan's face showed disbelief at first. His eyes slowly lowered, looking closely at the sword stuck in his heart, but later, he raised his head and forced a smile.
A smile of relief. His voice was weak and he laughed at himself: "I didn't believe in God at first, but at this point, I can't believe it anymore." A burst of self-deprecating laughter explained a lot.
Zhao Qixing once said that he was unwilling to let his senior brother die in front of him, but neither of them took action that time.
But Zhao Qixing also warned that if he didn't turn around in time, he would still die. It's just that he died in front of another person.
Gu Xiaotian's face was cold, and there was a knot in his heart that finally opened at this moment. He slowly drew out his sword. It wasn't that he had no strength, but he just felt that it would make Song Bufan feel more comfortable at this time.
A patch of blood-stained snow. Song Bufan slowly knelt down on the ground and smiled sadly at Gu Xiaotian.
"I never thought it would end like this." At this moment, Song Bufan wanted to say as much as possible, but after thinking for a long time, he could only hold back one sentence,
"I don't regret it." Gu Xiaotian sat down and confided at this moment: "If it weren't for these things, I would think that we are very good friends." Song Bufan shook his head,
"Not necessarily." Gu Xiaotian laughed it off. Anything is possible, friend or foe.
It can't be explained clearly, the way is unknown. Song Bufan said out of breath: "Gu Xiaotian, even if I lose, I still want to say that the ideas I adhere to are absolutely correct." Gu Xiaotian exhaled, but rarely refuted.
"Really? Then I'm quite looking forward to that moment."
"It's just that the concept you think is probably difficult to realize. Maybe there will be someone like you in a hundred years, who may be more powerful than you. He may be able to do it, but it is absolutely impossible to do it now. At least if I am still here There is no one in this world who can do it." After saying this, the two of them looked at each other and lost their focus for an instant.
If you really want to talk about it, Song Bufan is definitely one of the teachers who enlightened Gu Xiaotian in martial arts. In fact, apart from the standpoints and ideas between the two of them, there really isn't much of a life-or-death situation between the two of them.
There is actually only a river between them. But sometimes, a river is enough to explain many things.
Therefore, this battle is destined to be a battle of life and death, and only one person can leave this snowfield alive. Song Bufan's face became paler and his figure was shaky. It was obvious that he had reached the end of his life.
Tick tock. Not the sound of blood. It was the sound of tears. This Taoist priest who was always expressionless finally shed tears at this moment.
There is reluctance and regret. But...what's the use? After all, the world did not change according to his ideas. Someone had actually told him his fate a long time ago, but he always wanted to try whether he could compete with the way of heaven.
But not everyone can compete with the way of heaven. So far, only one person in the world has done it.
Song Bufan glanced at Gu Xiaotian, maybe this young man could do it. There are many more possibilities. He couldn't see anymore.
He turned to look at the two swords of Mo Ying that had been broken into two parts, and made a request,
"Gu Xiaotian, help me get those two swords back." Gu Xiaotian nodded, walked to the broken sword, picked it up gently, and walked towards Song Bufan.
Song Bufan's breathing became weaker and weaker, but at this moment, the sound of the wind and snow seemed to have stopped, and only his breathing could be heard.
Song Bufan, who took the sword, held the broken sword in his arms, his head drooping unconsciously. Gu Xiaotian watched all this calmly, and a thought of regret suddenly flashed in his heart.
Such a Taoist master would have a good chance of becoming a master of heaven. But after all, you choose the road yourself. If you choose this road, what will be at the end of the road has already been determined.
Song Bufan tried his best to raise his head. Even if he died, he was not willing to die with his head hanging down. He hugged the broken Mo Ying's swords and almost used the greatest strength in his life to shout angrily towards the sky: "Fuck you, Heaven!" A person who practices Taoism will eventually blame Heaven.
It can be seen how disappointed he was. In the wind and snow, Song Bufan's breathing gradually stopped. He still held his head high, facing the sky.
This Taoist master stayed in the wind and snow of Qinchuan forever. Gu Xiaotian sighed, took one last look at Song Bufan sitting in the wind and snow, and turned to leave.
......... Gu Qingfeng and Qin Qinglin were still fighting each other's moves, but the result was still the same as before.
If you can hurt me, I can also hurt you. But you can't kill me, and I can't kill you. After exchanging a move, the two pulled away and stopped in unison.
Gu Qingfeng turned his eyes to the snow and said with some regret: "It's a pity that such a Taoist genius ended up like this." Qin Qinglin remained silent.
Gu Qingfeng asked: "Old Qin, don't you say something? It's not wrong to say that he died fighting for you." Qin Qinglin said in a cold voice: "What does the path he chose have to do with me?" Gu Qingfeng clicked his tongue and said: "Old Qin, sometimes I really want to take a look at your heart, is it really a stone?"
"If you want to enter the Tianmen, you can't have emotions." Qin Qinglin's voice was still cold, but there was a slight change in his face, but it was fleeting, and he said: "It's very helpless, but it is true." Gu Qingfeng rubbed his ears, He had heard this kind of words ten thousand times for eight thousand times, and his ears were about to get calloused.
Was it really that good that day? At least he doesn't think so.
"Without the seven emotions and six desires, can I still be considered a human being?" Qin Qinglin glanced at Gu Qingfeng and said, "If you don't think so, with your talent, you will probably become an immortal earlier than me." When he said this, Qin Qinglin actually said Somewhat reluctantly.
Because he didn't want to admit that he was worse than Gu Qingfeng. But sometimes, just not wanting to do it doesn’t work.
The facts are right in front of you, and even if you don't want to admit them, they are still facts. Gu Qingfeng shook his head and said: "Immortal, it's really nothing special. Why can't you still withstand my sword?" Qin Qinglin looked at this extremely arrogant man and did not engage in verbal disputes with him.
Because this man is really not bragging. Gu Qingfeng shook his sleeves, held Wuyan tightly in his hand, and waved, "Okay, Old Qin, after fighting for so long, it's time to decide the winner." Qin Qinglin frowned.
Because, at the same time as those words were spoken, several sword lights lit up behind Gu Qingfeng. .........In fact, it is already a very remarkable thing that Yin Zheng and Fan Miao were able to withstand the pressure and reach the top of the mountain.
Even if the two of them tried their best, they would still not be Qian Qingxuan's opponent. The suppression of the realm is real. No matter how much they do, they can only do some restraint. However, after several rounds of fighting, Qian Qingxuan did not see any injuries on his body. On the contrary, Yin Zheng and Fan Miao both had injuries of various sizes. Moreover, most of the energy in the body has been exhausted. If he continues to stand like this, he will only die from exhaustion.
After Yuan Huaqing took action for the first time, he never took action and just watched the situation quietly. Yin Zheng and Fan Miao complained about Yuan Huaqing in their hearts, but they really didn't want to say anything more at the moment.
Both of them have the same personality. If they like to fight, they will fight. If they don't, they will stay away. Yuan Huaqing sat upright in the sea of clouds, exhaled a long breath, and said loudly: "Both little babies, please step aside, I will come to see her." As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword jumped out of the sea of clouds, heading towards Qian Qingxuan rushed away quickly.
Qian Qingxuan slapped the flying sword with his palm, hitting the body of the flying sword, and then pressed it down, firmly pressing it into the snow.
The flying sword that was pressed into the snow kept trembling and shaking. Qian Qingxuan frowned, but did not dare to let go.
Yuan Huaqing fell slowly from the sea of clouds, and then punched Qian Qingxuan. At this moment, Qian Qingxuan had no choice but to let go, and used his palms to fists. The strong fist struck him backwards, leaving two long scratches on the ground.
Feijian flew back behind Yuan Huaqing. Yuan Huaqing smiled at Qian Qingxuan and said, "Qian Qingxuan, can you block the next six swords?"
