Sansheng Stone, Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge gradually disappeared, the blood-colored world shrank, the clouds of disaster regathered, the red thunder covered the sky, the three monks led the silver-haired man gradually away, his proud back and the scene of the apocalypse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A picture scroll was put away, a picture scroll was unfolded, and a moment of light and shadow at the staggered moment was sensitively captured by Lu Hong.

What he saw was not two scenes, two picture scrolls, but strange overlapping scenes.

Mountains and rivers are broken, dark clouds cover the sky, and thunder descends on the world, as if heaven and earth have come to an end, and all living beings will return to hell.

This is the human sword that he has just understood.

Death and life rotate, all living beings are still the same, everything is empty, the sky and the earth are vast, and the mountains and rivers are forever silent.

But when he saw the silver-haired back in the overlap, saw his proud back, and saw that he was in the apocalyptic catastrophe without changing his true colors, his heart suddenly moved, and his already silent heart suddenly jumped, and the blood in his body also transpired.

No, the state of mind that I just realized is not complete.

There is so much helplessness in the world, so much sorrow, everyone is like being in the midst of thorns, it is true that one day prosperity will be grateful, ice and snow will disappear, rivers and seas will be exhausted, love, hatred, and obsession will return to silence, but this is not the whole of life.

Even if the sky is ruthless and the world is cold, people still have their own choices, and people can live proudly like that silver-haired man, facing the wind and rain of the world with a crazy and proud attitude, and facing the catastrophe of the end of the law.

Under the catastrophe, the silver back suddenly sublimated everything.

When the blood-colored world disappeared and turned into nothingness, Lu Hong's heart became bright, the sword intent was fully sublimated, and the gray sword qi on the sword blade suddenly throbbed, and a sword roar came, and the sword qi suddenly poked out three feet from the tip of the sword.

"Huh?",

Feeling his changes, Li Guiyang raised his eyebrows, could it be that he understood again?

Comprehending a thing is divided into epiphany and gradual enlightenment, there are monks in Buddhism who suddenly attain enlightenment, and there are monks in the cultivation world who suddenly cross several realms and become great masters in one fell swoop, which all belong to epiphany.

But after all, there are very few people who have an epiphany, and most people's comprehension depends on years of hard work, accumulation, and then they can soar to the sky, which is gradual enlightenment.

Enlightenment is an epiphany, and one time is already rare, but Lu Hong realized three times in this battle.

His mind became clear, Lu Hong raised his hand and took three steps back from his palm, and said: "Li Guiyang, even if he is my previous life, it has nothing to do with me, Lu Hong is Lu Hong, I will accompany you to the end if you want to see my swordsmanship",

took out the purple yang gold bottle, uncorked the bottle, and the purple aura swirled out, and the dark purple aura gradually faded into his body, and his already exhausted aura instantly filled half of it.

Although it is not the peak, it is enough to exert the power of the sword move.

Without words, Lu Hong leaned over and flew over, the gray sword light on the body of the stunned sword in his hand suddenly swallowed, the divine light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze was sharp, which was completely different from Fang Cai's lonely Xiao Suo.

He came like the wind, but Li Guiyang lost his mind for a moment.

Of course, Lu Hong didn't know that the moment he made a move, in Li Guiyang's eyes, his figure coincided with the invincible silver-haired man, in his eyes, Lu Hong seemed to be the proud sword, and the proud sword seemed to be Lu Hong.

"When",

Lu Hong's sword was pointed at the Reverse Demon Blade, the momentum was like a rainbow, pressing the Reverse Demon Blade on his chest, and the sword edge followed in.

A slight pain came, and the face in front of him became clear, Li Guiyang laughed, and was not in a hurry to pull out the blade, but first pressed down his demon yuan, and then shook him away with a knife, and said: "If there are any other tricks, this demon has taken it all."

Dragged the knife, the pace under his feet seemed to be slow, but the speed was extremely fast, shrinking into inches and instantly narrowing the distance between the two, the wrist shook the flame on the demon blade roared out, the fire borrowed the knife momentum, the knife helped the fire, the fierceness of the knife and the fiery fury of the fire perfectly combined to form a tyrannical trend.

Lu Hong did not dodge or dodge, lightly pointed a sword on the anti-demon blade, and then flew high with the force, when the anti-demon blade brought to the silence of the momentum disappeared, he immediately took advantage of the momentum of the fall to rush down, the wind roared, this sword seemed to be a violent wind instantly, with Li Guiyang's strength to resist even a slight step back.

"Hahahaha, come again",

Li Guiyang took it in his left hand, full of demonic breath, the anti-demon blade was sharper, and his knife was more domineering.

Among the eighteen kinds of weapons, the knife is the hegemon, known as the courage of the army, and the knife technique is mostly a fierce and domineering way, the route of opening and closing, and the tricky knife technique such as the left-handed knife is a partial door, Li Guiyang also practiced the left-handed knife hard at the beginning, but after reading the knife spectrum in the Qishi Mansion Tide Pavilion, he abandoned this side door, and turned to practice the real knife technique, and now the domineering of the knife has been exerted by him to the extreme.

Every time he slashed Lu Hong, he seemed to be able to hear the roar of the dragon and the tiger, and his momentum was breathtaking.

Lu Hong's sword path at this time coincides with Li Guiyang, although he still uses the power of the void that he has just comprehended, but the momentum is completely different, no longer fighting with him with the lightness and dexterity of the sword, but confronting him head-on with his anti-demon blade, the sword and the person are full of arrogance, every time the sword fights against each other is sparks, and it is difficult for Li Guiyang to maintain the illusion of the transformation in less than a stick of incense.

The surface of the earth disappeared, the mountains were subtracted, and the clouds and thunderstorms above disappeared little by little, and the trapped demon pits and giant corpses reappeared at their feet.

It's just that the giant corpse under the feet of the two is no longer complete, and before they know it, this huge corpse has been carved by the two of them one after another.

Qing'er was also standing on the giant corpse, but at this time, she couldn't care about the nausea, watching Lu Hong and Li Guiyang fight with swords, her nervous palms were sweating.

Li Guiyang and Lu Hong only fought for less than half an hour, in this short half an hour, Lu Hong's sword moves have been exhausted, although Li Guiyang's sword moves have not been exhausted, but the extreme moves have been used, occasionally able to gain the upper hand, but he has never been able to defeat him, and when he was about to fight again, he found that Lu Hong's aura had been exhausted.

Lu Hong held the silence, gasping in his mouth, his chest rose and fell slightly, although the aura was exhausted, the sword momentum still had an aftertaste.

Li Guiyang snorted: "Boy, I haven't seen a few people in my life, you have realized three times, and you have almost understood a set of swordsmanship, and this demon is impressed by your talent, but what is this?

He is known as the nemesis of ten thousand swords, the head of the sword of the Seven Kingdoms, needless to say, Li Guiyang's talent is needless to say, he has also tasted several defeats in his life, but no one has yet admired him in terms of talent.

Lu Hong was the first in so many years.

Lu Hong said with a smile: "The younger generation, the realm is low, the heart is more than enough but the strength is insufficient, but even if the seniors continue to fight, they can't beat me in moves",

"And as long as it takes another ten years, no, a hundred years, my swordsmanship will be able to convince you",

He originally wanted to talk about it for ten years, but thinking of Li Guiyang's more serious temperament, if he really got entangled with himself after ten years, he was afraid that he would still not be able to deal with him with his own cultivation realm, so it would be better to say that he would drag on for a hundred years.

Li Guiyang snorted coldly, glanced at him fixedly, put away the anti-demon blade and said, "Okay, this demon will wait for you for ten years",

"Forehead ......", (to be continued.) )