A bunch of old immortals?

Hearing Gu Xiao's words, the faces of these old men all changed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just as no one has ever dared to scold Gu Xiao for being a stupid cow, those who dare to talk to these old people like this have already died.

The old man's eyes widened, and he said, "You are that Gu Xiao?" It is said that you want to challenge Yan Nantian and become the new number one sword in the world? ”

Gu Xiao said indifferently: "It's not a challenge, it's to kill him." With Yan Nantian's current martial arts, he is not my opponent at all. Killing him has never been difficult for me. ”

There was not the slightest arrogance in his tone except for confidence. This is also Gu Xiao's character, he has never liked to show up too early until he is completely sure. It's like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, and every move is a one-hit kill!

This is also the reason why more than ten years ago, his martial arts may not be under Yan Nantian, but he did not find Yan Nantian.

Su Ying's face had already begun to change.

Because she could feel that this time they met, the martial arts of this man who was both kind and hateful to her had improved again. If the last time they met, this man was like a fierce god who fell from the sky in her eyes, full of violence and killing; Now, he has incarnated into the eternal sky, and it is difficult to fathom the power of heaven.

The faces of the old men also changed.

Gu Xiao thought that his martial arts were invincible in the world today. But in the eyes of these old people, he is a fledgling junior who doesn't know the height of the sky. Therefore, the expressions of these old men, who have been famous for decades and have long formed a kind of arrogant psychology, have become very ugly.

The old man Fuqin said: "This is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it." ”

The old woman smiled and said, "You want him to fight you, don't you?" ”

The old man Fuqin said lightly: "Don't you want to try your new trick of 'Emperor E's Eighteen Changes'?" ”

When Gu Xiao heard this, the anger in his heart was even greater. This group of old ghosts has been hiding on an uninhabited island for decades, and it is better to say that it is to retreat, and if it is not good, it is not that they are afraid of killing on the rivers and lakes. Now the meaning of the words is that he is planning to fight with himself one by one, which is simply a great insult to himself!

Present. He was no longer interested in talking nonsense, and said coldly: "Have you said enough, if you haven't said enough, you can say it slowly on Huangquan Road." ”

The group of old men looked at each other a few times. Surrounded on all sides, he pressed towards Gu Xiao.

It was the first time they had seen such an arrogant quilt, and it would be rude if they didn't teach him a good lesson!

These old men not only stood very exquisitely, but also surrounded Gu Xiao in the middle. And there was a momentum in all of them. Seal this space airtightly.

It's really impervious to the wind.

Gu Xiao's expression was still so cold, without the slightest change.

The martial arts of these old men, alone and no one, will be comparable to the mercy star. Even when Ming Yugong didn't reach the ninth layer, the invitation moon was worse, but now when combined, the power revealed was even more amazing. It's just that this level of pressure is not taken into account by him. Although these old guys have superb martial arts, they are all old after all, and they are really fighting. Gu Xiao asked himself, he could have beaten any of them more than ten years ago.

What's more, it's now!

Gu Xiao's hand slowly touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Finally, the wind picked up.

Gu Xiao already held the sword in his hand.

In the distance, the wind blew the trees and swayed, and the light and darkness were uncertain in the rumbling, as if even the invisible moonlight was blown and trembled.

But within ten zhang of Gu Xiao's surroundings, there was not a trace of wind, there was only an indescribable tension, like a dullness before the wind and rain were coming, and the sword intent began to emanate from his body non-stop. The condensed sword intent was extremely sharp, squeezing towards these people, and these old men only felt that they were as if they were being tortured by ten thousand swords piercing their hearts.

These old people couldn't help but be moved. On this old face, now there is nothing but horror, but only fear.

They just wanted to try their tricks with Gu Xiao one by one, to see what the level of Yan Nantian and the Shifting Flower Palace Lord was, and whether they were as gods as they were in the legends.

It's just that they don't have time to regret it now, because they don't have time to think about it.

The blade of the sword, which is full of life. What it brings is clear is endless silence and destruction.

Obviously, the blade of the sword was still far away, but it seemed to have stabbed between everyone's eyebrows.

They had to keep improving their skills, and all their thoughts were condensed on the smooth and transparent sword, so that they trembled together to resist this compelling sword intent.

They were all famous heroes in the martial arts back then, and they didn't know how many times they had experienced vicious battles and countless bloody battles in their lives.

But they never knew that a duel could be so dangerous and abnormal, and even a shake of their eyelashes would lead to their death.

This is fundamentally different from the previous one-move one-style comparison, who has deep internal strength, whose moves are exquisite, whose mind is quick, and who has rich experience, who can have the upper hand.

It's just a moment.

One moment of life, one moment of death!

They never thought that there was such a person, and they needed to work together to barely resist each other.

The strings that Yu Ziya held with both palms had begun to tremble, humming like a low murmur.

The drumstick in Ya Eighteen's hand froze in mid-air, looking as if it was motionless, and if it looked closely, it seemed to have been struck hundreds of times, and even the air seemed to be knocked by him.

The cave flute held by Xiao Nushi exuded a soft jade light, as if a circle of light was propped up, like a circle of water waves, it looked extremely strange, like an immortal casting a spell.

It's just the messy fluctuations in the outermost part of the aperture, and it's so disorderly.

A fallen leaf was blown by the wind, drifted to the middle of several people, and suddenly the ashes were annihilated, as if it had never floated, and there was no trace of it.

When Su Ying saw this scene, her expression became a little strange. Her hand holding the flute was tight, tight and white, but there was always a smile on her face, a sweet smile. She has always been cold and indifferent, and rarely smiles so sweetly as honey.

Gu Xiao's expression did not change in the slightest, and he withdrew his sword.

The night breeze in the forest returned to normal, blowing slowly and coolly.

The old men were already sitting on the ground, and even the wrinkles on their faces were covered with red blood, all covered in cold sweat, and everyone was panting.

Gu Xiao glanced at them lightly, and left without saying a word, his expression was full of contempt and disdain, and he just took Su Ying away on the side.

"You haven't been back to Middle-earth for decades, you're old now, and the rivers and lakes have changed." This was the last sentence that Gu Xiao left when he was leaving. (To be continued.) )

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