Xue Zhao saw this, so he admired it slightly in his heart.

He knew that Guan Kuo had gone through so much, but generally speaking, most of the people who had gone through Guan Kuo would have collapsed, despaired, and would not have lived until now.

But Guan Kuo has survived so far, and he is in good shape.

"Guan Kuo, what do you want to say before you die?" Xue Zhao asked.

Guan Kuo raised his head and looked at the sky.

"I didn't think about the question of survival or destruction, but I did have some words of exclamation."

Xue Zhao didn't interrupt him, since everything was irreversible, then just wait for time to flow slowly.

"I used to wonder if I still had the courage I had when my body was no longer young, and at this moment, I got the answer."

"How?" Xue Zhao raised his sword eyebrows.

"Courage does not only exist in my body, it has penetrated into the depths of my soul," Guan Kuo straightened his head and looked at the other party, "There is no fate in the world, so there is no so-called struggle against fate, the world is born, it has rules, and then it looks at the world indifferently, and can no longer control anything, so I don't have to be afraid of it." ”

Xue Zhao felt great danger in his eyes, and his whole expression became solemn, but he didn't understand where the danger came from, and what qualifications Guan Kuo had to pose a threat to himself.

"You said," Guan Kuo said, "if you want to get it, you have to be willing to give it, since I have the courage, and now there is no other way, so I can only solve the current matter first, and I don't have to worry about the future that does not exist." ”

"Leave to die and come back to life." His lips opened and closed slowly, and he didn't make a sound, but Xue Zhao understood his lips.

As the sun set, Guan Kuo's whole person was dyed with a layer of sunset afterglow.

He suddenly became so radiant.

Xue Zhao's eyes were cold, and his right hand began to exert force.

Guan Kuo also began to exert his strength.

The aura in his body did not gather, but it seemed to have the power of thunder.

"Bang!"

The invisible aura slammed into the body of the blood-soaked knife, causing the famous knife to let out a wail.

Xue Zhao let out a muffled snort, he wanted to stab forward with the blood, but his right hand encountered an unrivaled impact of energy, and he couldn't control it at all, even if he used the luck method to the extreme.

Guan Kuo's entire body was exerting force, he was like the center of the storm, and his whole person intermittently erupted with unbeatable power.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

The inexplicable strength and the impact of the blood blade became more and more frequent, and with the blood and water flying, the famous knife was knocked back one by one.

Xue Zhao's entire face changed color, and it was the most unbearable discoloration in his life.

He thought that after Guan Kuo's words, he completely understood and woke up, but when he saw Guan Kuo's current behavior, he realized that compared to Guan Kuo, he was still far behind.

He knew what Guan Kuo was doing.

Guan Kuo is dissipating his luck method, and the other party's exercises for so long will fall short and disappear completely!

This is a man who is cruel to others and to himself, and in the process, there will be great pain, and the sequelae are endless, and it will cause horrific damage to the body, in the words of some old people - he will live many years less.

Moreover, in the case of chasing and killing him with all the strength of the Northern Tang Dynasty, the act of dispersing the luck method is equivalent to suicide, after the breath is gone, Guan Kuo will be powerless for a long time, even an old farmer in the field can kill him with a hoe!

In fact, Guan Kuo's logic is very simple: if I don't do this now, I will die now, and the death under the disappearance of the luck method and the injury to the body will be a matter of the future, and the future will be full of uncertainty, maybe I am lucky enough to not be able to meet the forces of the Northern Tang Dynasty before going to Southern Wu?

All this thinking was done in a split second.

Even if it is not good, it is unlucky not to be able to kill Xue Zhao and seriously injure the other party, which is a good result.

It was difficult for Xue Zhao to do this, probably because he had gained too many things, and he cherished what he had gotten too much.

Give up the powerful luck method you rely on, don't even think about it.

"Dang!"

There was a crisp sound, and the blood was violently bounced away.

Xue Zhao originally wanted to continue the forward stabbing action, but instead turned into a sudden retreat.

A pool of blood fell to the ground, splashing a bright flower.

Another pool of blood fell to the ground and blossomed.

More and more flowers bloomed, but one on top of the other, so it was not beautiful, but a little messy.

With an evil smile on the corner of Guan Kuo's mouth, he came with the wind and a knife.

The corners of his mouth twitched at the same time, probably because everything he was doing was really "a little" painful.

But crucially, he still laughs.

His sword had never been so powerful, but he couldn't control that power, and simply poured it towards Xue Zhao.

He frantically slashed his knife like a storm, probably knowing that he had little time left to burst his might, and that soon there would be nothing left in his body.

Xue Zhao was defeated in front of his sword momentum.

It's not that Xue Zhao's sword technique has become vulnerable now, he has taken it all, and there is basically no mistake, but the power emitted by Guan Kuo's self-unloading luck method is too violent, and he can't take it all.

With a loud bang, the two people separated, filled with smoke and dust, and there was a little bit of blood.

Xue Zhao staggered to the ground with a lake of blood, but as soon as the blade of the knife slanted, his body pounced forward.

He looked up with difficulty and looked at Guan Kuo.

"Poof—"

His body was injured by the luck method of Guan Kuo's self-destruction, and his internal organs were destroyed, and he opened his mouth to vomit blood.

His eyes were a little blurry, and Guan Kuo's figure had changed into many ways, and he didn't know which one was real.

Xue Zhao had never been so seriously injured, in the past, because of his prestige and status, no one dared to do this to him, and his strength was so strong, few people could do it.

Only today, that person.

Guan Kuo's condition was not much better, but under this fight, most of the scars were on Xue Zhao's body, not him.

The dissipation of the luck method has caused serious sequelae to his entire body, but it is not instantaneous, now, it will be slowly reflected in the future, at least his ability to act is still there.

Despite this, he still carried Qin Kill and fell to the ground.

But he got up with difficulty.

Xue Zhao saw him approaching with a knife and wanted to move, but he was too weak to move.

He believed that Guan Kuo's injuries would not be light, but he couldn't figure out what kind of willpower made the other party persist and kill himself.

(End of chapter)