Chapter Seventy-Four: Guo Poyu, Defeated!
"Okay."
Lu Yu nodded and suddenly moved.
"Ask what love is, ask why the world is suffering!"
He stepped on the strange footwork, as if interspersed in the flowers and grass, swaying left and right, and Tang Mengmeng, who was watching the battle, was dizzy when he saw it.
For the first time, I felt that the things that these men fought and killed were so beautiful and beautiful.
More beautiful than ballet.
No, it should be more beautiful than any dance in the world.
When this knife attacked in front of Guo Poyu, the "Tiancong Cloud Sword" suddenly slowed down, but did not accept the move, but let the knife power not be released, and the knife momentum was not broken, and it was extremely agile.
It is full of the detached meaning of the sea and the sky, being complacent, free and freehand, and not getting dirty.
Guo Poyu felt that there seemed to be a layer of knife rain all around, he was like a boat floating in the stormy waves of the sea of knives, and it seemed to be in the center of the eye of the tornado, although the storm had not yet reached his body, but it was far restraining his every move, even if he could temporarily ensure safety, but it would never last.
Lu Yu's figure wandered around Guo Poyu, and suddenly took out a knife, but he stopped at a shallow try, without a false move, but also without a knife to use the strength of the old, the knife intent locked Guo Poyu and did not let go, Guo Poyu hugged Yuan Shoushen, and did not attack, but only defended.
I saw Lu Yu's "Tiancong Cloud Sword" attacking from all directions, Guo Poyu stood in the center of the sword qi, and when he saw the move, his body stood still as if he was nailed to the ground.
Lu Yu's knife momentum was like a wave rushing to the shore, even if one wave splashed and disappeared between the sand and stones, the latter wave chased after it, endlessly.
Guo Poyu condensed his moves, and his mind was clear.
Long.
He finally moved.
This move, it seems to have the momentum of a dragon and a tiger, and this step rises out in the gap between the two sides of the battle, and there is a faint tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.
Lu Yu's eyes flashed, and he had to take a small half step back in order to maintain the best attack distance against Guo Poyu.
Guo Poyu finally caught the moment when Lu Yu was between reality and reality, and the "immortal blade" slashed out of the air.
He knew that as long as he could connect with Lu Yu with one sword, even if his strength was far from that of Lu Yu, the slightest frustration when the two knives intersected was enough to get out of the encirclement of this move.
Lu Yu had no choice but to withdraw the knife.
Dao Dao asked nine questions, and the first eight moves were broken by Guo Poyu one after another.
That's the last resort.
"Brother Lu, eat me!"
Up to now, Guo Poyu, who has been on the defensive, finally began to attack.
The "immortal blade" is held in the hand, and the blade of the knife is horizontal, like a comet rushing to the moon, like a raging fire, like a thunderbolt and fury, like a tornado.
If you don't make a move, it's just a move, it's the strongest move he can break out, this move, there is no defense at all, in the body, all the power is used to attack.
The sky is not old, and the love is indescribable.
The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.
This knife is Guo Poyu's knife path.
The blade of immortality, combined with the knife method of immortality, this is a knife that can be reversed even in time.
Lu Yu also took out the knife.
Attack against attack.
"Thousands of years of merit and sin, lonely and famous. Ask the vast earth, ask the universe firmament, what is the common life? ”
No more reservations, nine questions knife technique, the last style, slashed to Guo Poyu.
The last time the two of them faced each other, it was knife skills, courage, and speed!
And Guo Poyu, who has been conserving his physical strength, is obviously one beat faster than Lu Yu.
The Immortal Blade, like a spell from the ancient wilderness, fell from the sky, took the first step, and slashed towards Lu Yu's neck in front of the Heavenly Cloud Sword.
This is not a knife that mortals can dodge.
Even Tang Mengmeng, who didn't know anything about martial arts, could see that Lu Yu was in danger!
"Shichiro, be careful!"
She screamed.
Covering his eyes with his hands, it seemed as if none of this would happen as long as he couldn't see it.
A second passes.
Two seconds passed.
Five seconds passed.
The imaginary screams did not come.
Tang Mengmeng opened his fingers.
On the Pearl Tower, the moonlight is overwhelming.
Guo Poyu and Lu Yu were still staggered.
Guo Poyu's face was stunned, and he looked at Lu Yu incredulously.
Guo Poyu's knife just now, with the momentum of never turning back across the sky, is already the ultimate in his martial arts.
But
This knife
Unexpectedly, it was all in the air!
Lu Yu's powerful sword, the knife that wanted to fight hard with him, completely disappeared at that moment, and the gesture just now turned out to be a false move!
Guo Poyu hit the air with all his strength, he couldn't hold the momentum anymore, and rushed forward half a step more, his heart was not good, and at this moment, his body had been driven by Lu Yu, and he almost lost his balance, and he had no power to fight back.
"Look at the knife!"
Guo Poyu couldn't move.
Lu Yu can.
He lunged forward, slashing with his knife in both hands.
It's overwhelming.
Indomitable.
His face, illuminated by the stars and under the cover of the moonlit night, glowed with a blurry color.
The whole person has turned into a god, mighty and majestic, and indispensable.
And the extremely powerful castration of the "Tiancong Cloud Sword" in his hand was slashed at the top of Guo Poyu's head.
Guo Poyu closed his eyes.
He knew he was defeated.
He's going to die here.
It's not a knife that people can contain.
However, the "Tiancong Cloud Sword" still stopped the moment it touched the top of Guo Poyu's head.
Guo Poyu's hair was pressed tightly against his head by the unrivaled knife qi.
The knife qi that had not completely dissolved made Guo Poyu's cheeks hurt, and his hair was scattered and flying, swinging under the stars in the sky, reflected in the thunderbolt knife light.
What's even more terrifying is that although Lu Yu is still and does not move, the sudden pressure is almost like nailing Guo Poyu deep into the ground.
Guo Poyu's face was dead and his headache was cracking, there had never been a moment in his life when he was so close to death.
Although Lu Yu collected the knife in time, the knife intent that came from the momentum had already struck him.
"I'm defeated!" Guo Poyu muttered.
The frustration of admitting defeat made him extremely painful, and the broken empty knife that he had never lost since his debut was finally defeated, and he was defeated so badly.
Lu Yu took a deep breath, put away the knife, and stood still.
Guo Poyu looked at Lu Yu's majestic figure blankly, and his mind went blank.
What fresh clothes and angry horses, what high-spirited. What is the first talent of the young generation, what is the ironclad posture of the future martial saint, all of them have become bullshit.
As long as Lu Yu Shicai's knife cuts half a little more, as long as that knife leaves some less energy.
He Guo Poyu died.
Nine questions of the knife path, a good nine questions of the knife path.
It turns out that this is the highest level of sword technique, and he Guo Poyu's understanding of knife technique is not as good as Lu Yu's.
After a long time, Lu Yu asked softly, "Xiao Guo, do you know where you lost?" ”