A little bit of starlight shines through, giving people the feeling that it is weird, one by one small cyan dots, turning into snowflakes, so many that people can't distinguish clearly, and every point seems to be attacking the blood-colored long knife.

And each ray of light is like an eternal and immovable existence, this is a combination of contradictions, no one can explain clearly, and no one can figure it out, since ancient times it has been a perfect existence, in the fight to move the stars.

Changing the trajectory of constancy and perfection, this is the way of nature, and the Great Dao has the same effect, although the blood-colored long knife seems to be timid, but on the surface it cannot be expressed, because there is a powerful pair on the other side.

This is where this guy is smart, when it comes to the most dangerous moment, there is always Gao Xian, a guy who can be abandoned at any time, everyone didn't expect that Gao Xian, who seems to have infinite scenery, is just a puppet.

"Humph! Insect carving skills! "Strategically defying the enemy, but tactically it is really important to pay attention to, the blood-colored long knife is not a fledgling rookie, and he has already had a draft in his heart.

Seeing the strange starlight, there was just one sentence in his mouth, of course, this sentence popped out of Gao Xian's mouth, and the blood-colored long knife had not yet reached the standard of speaking.

A red light that was no worse than Zhang Xiu's spear quickly began to converge, this is where the confidence of the blood-colored long knife dares to face the battle, and the domineering and powerful long knife is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

In an instant, it was ninety-nine eighty-one knives, and the knives and knives had reached the extreme of the blood-colored long knife, every move was irregular, and every move was ruthless and abnormal, and finally formed a large interwoven net.

If there is no accident, Zhang Xiu will return in vain this time, the blood-colored long knife at this moment is passive, just defending against Zhang Xiu's attack, it can be said that it has reached the realm of the last to come, which Zhang Xiu did not expect.

"Your sword skills are fierce and domineering, and you do have a very unreasonable taste, and you actually let my Zhang Xiu's martial arts essence not be able to display to the fullest!" Zhang Xiu's words gave the blood-colored long knife a reassurance.

For the strength of the right, you can say that you know very well, if you don't have the stunt of pressing the box, then who will lose the first and winning in the next battle.

It's just that Zhang Xiu's words haven't been finished yet, and everyone present is Gaoli Jugao.

Whether it is Gao Feng, Gao Feijian, Gao Kanglin, Gao Chief, Gao Guo, Gao Bo, or Li Yanhong, Cui Kailong, Zheng Dike, Jin Mingdu, Qiu Liang, Song Jiang, Park Minghui, Han Jin and Xu Zhikang, these lonely people.

Everyone has the same goal, everyone is a privileged class in Goryeo, and if possible, everyone wants the meat to rot in the pot, for Zhang Xiu, an outsider.

Seeing Gao Xian so powerful, everyone was the same enemy in an instant, this is a kind of hope, a form of morale, everyone can be said to have a plan in their hearts when they hear Zhang Xiu's words.

It can be said that for Gao Xian, it belongs to the best news, but everyone has not finished being happy, and they heard Zhang Xiu continue.

"It's just that rigidity can't last, and such a blind pursuit of fierceness is just a way to die!"

Zhang Xiu's voice was not loud, but it could be heard in everyone's ears, even Kaohsiung in the farthest distance could hear it clearly, it was absolutely impossible to say that the whole guy didn't have a little idea in his heart.

Of course, if you want to say that this guy is short-sighted, he doesn't know how many times he has died, and at least he hasn't put it into action in his heart, so he can only be regarded as a small pimple in his mind.

If Gao Liju did not have Gao, how would he deal with Kaohsiung in the face of those Han soldiers, he had never commanded a battle, and he had no bottom in his heart to defeat more than 100,000 Han soldiers.

Gao Xian was noncommittal about Zhang Xiu's words, although he knew that eight or nine were not far from ten, only a fool would admit it himself, so the strength of the blood-colored long knife continued, and Gao Xian had a rebuttal to Zhang Xiu's words.

"Don't shake my determination, how can you know the result if you don't try? My unwavering determination is not so easily shaken! ”

Zhang Xiu roughly knew whether this sentence was reasonable or not, but there were many high Korean sentences, and if he went to eliminate them one by one, Zhang Xiu would not have so much time.

These verbal temptations are just psychological tactics, everyone is shaking each other's determination, at least don't die together, although the strength of the blood-colored long knife is not very good.

But if he has the courage and determination to fight to the death, it will really be enough for Zhang Xiu to drink a pot After Gao Xian said this, he began to laugh, facing Zhang Xiu and his spear starry.

It seems that there are countless spear tips, and the blood-colored long knife seems to be unafraid of Zhang Xiu's powerful martial arts, but in fact, it is a mixed bag in his heart, only its trembling blade.

Clearly talking about the frightened mind, Gao Xian, who is in a tight tooth, is in a bad situation now, and he is very passive at the moment, and quickly pours all the power of his body into the blade.

The sword light of the blood-colored long knife vibrated greatly, and when he received the true qi of Gao Xian's whole body, he let out a pleasant roar, and a crystal rainbow sparked above the blade, and the dark clouds that were still scattered in the sky.

At this moment, it is slowly converging, as if there will be another thunderstorm at any time, and the black clouds above the sky are overwhelming, as if the end is coming, of course, it is now night.

For everything that happened above the nine heavens, there was no clear understanding at all, everyone was paying attention to the duel between Zhang Xiu and Gao Xian, and they didn't notice it at all, a sharp thunder light suddenly fell from above the nine heavens.

Breaking through the white cloud and the dog, it roared like an ancient beast, this time the accident came too suddenly, but the thunder sounded, which made everyone shocked.

On the battlefield, Zhang Xiu and Gao Xian still confronted each other without distractions, and they didn't even move their eyelids for that thunder, and in Zhang Xiu's ancient well Wubo's eyes, the sword light of the blood-colored long knife was instantly sheng.

Gao Xian's voice was subdued and frustrated, making people feel creepy, with a trace of the law of the end of things like the Nine Hells, everyone has their own experience, there is no right and wrong in this world, good and evil.

"You have pursued the perfection of martial arts all your life, perfect or perfect, all things in heaven and earth are born and restrained by each other, where will there be perfect things?"

As Zhang Xiu's voice fell, suddenly a thunderclap exploded in everyone's ears, drowning out his voice like a hollow valley, but Gao Xian still heard his voice, how tenacious his psychology was.

How could he be shaken by Zhang Xiu's words, the tenacity and firmness of his mind, like the thousands of sword lights, as if all the heavens and gods and Buddhas gathered together, that kind of power and oppressive force is irresistible to anyone.