So is there anything more terrible than dying, more painful than living with regret?

Yes, that is the moment that Guo Xiang is facing now, facing life and death, and facing the moment of decision.

If you don't leave, you know that you will live with pain in the future, but when you die, there will be nothing. No matter how good the beautiful words are, when a person dies, he is dead, and he is not even qualified to live with bitter tears.

This is the choice, this is the unknown, and people are always afraid of the unknown, which is inevitable.

This kind of question, in normal times, may not be able to get an answer after thinking about it for a long time, how can Guo Xiang have so much time to think about it at this time. Guo Xiang's mind was like a string of firecrackers exploding, and every time it exploded, a picture of his short life flashed in his mind.

A glimmer of fire exploded in Guo Xiang's eyes, this was not the anger of anger, but the burning flame of hope with the courage to face his choice.

Guo Xiang came back to save Qin Qing'e in the black cloth house, not because she really felt that she should come back to save her, but because she was afraid, afraid that she would regret it. At this time, Guo Xiang was different, not making a decision, not being afraid of death. Instead, he simply had the courage to defeat Chang Ming.

This courage was not born out of thin air, but because of his backhand sword just now.

When she was in Shaolin Temple, Guo Xiang followed Ouyang Xue to learn martial arts, and Ouyang Xue only gave her her Yanqiu swordsmanship. And there are only three styles of Yanqiu swordsmanship, which is a swordsmanship that Ouyang Xue realized in his own life. Although there are only three moves, these three moves are exquisite, and they are the culmination of Ouyang Xue's lifelong martial arts.

Therefore, even if Guo Xiang has learned from Ouyang Xue for more than a year, he still hasn't learned these three tricks, it is better to say that he can't understand it, although he can perform the form of moves, but there is no form and no god, and there is no power in the move.

After that, Ouyang Xue died of martyrdom and died in Shaolin. Although Guo Xiang never mentioned it to people, or even the peaks, he suffered a great blow in his heart. Since then, I have always felt guilty about my master, and as the only disciple of my master, I can't even learn my master's swordsmanship.

Originally, I just wanted to bring the master's ashes back to Baituo Mountain, and go back to the village with Shanfeng to live an ordinary life, but I can be regarded as stepping into the rivers and lakes. And after that, the people he met, whether it was the helmsman of the Sihai Gangba County, the sun and the moon, even Tang Xiuer couldn't beat him.

It was not her decision to come to Sichuan, it was not her decision to follow the man in black, she was passively involved in the Qin Qing'e incident, it can be said that she is standing in this small building today, and she has always been passive.

has no self-confidence, no ideas, just follows others, and passively faces life and death again and again. She is now doing the first one not out of fear, not passive, but what she wants and wants to do.

Guo Xiang rushed forward, and the rose sword danced a blooming blood-red rose and rolled towards Chang Ming. Chang Ming had given up the idea of opening and closing because of the one just now, Chang Ming looked at the light that suddenly exploded in Guo Xiang's eyes, and he could no longer despise the young woman in front of him.

Because the blood-red rose was changing, and the bright red had turned into a goose feather snow in an instant, and it came straight to itself. Chang Ming has been doing evil for many years, how many masters have encountered? I have seen a lot of sword shadows of this exquisite swordsmanship, but thinking about it now, after seeing the snow, even my body feels cold, as if I am really standing in a heavy snowfall, this is the first time I have encountered it.

This feeling of coldness all over his body even reminded him of the time when he was cornered by the real Hui Sun Knife. But it was precisely when he recalled his desperate situation at that time that Chang Ming's mind was as clear as usual.

Yes, although he became the leader of the South Sichuan Gang with Xi Murong and enjoyed the glory, and he became a gangster from a gangster to a Jiangyang thief with Xi Murong Cai, he never tasted pain. Hui Ri knife technique himself is not practicing every day, in order to survive, to live better.

Gaze, contemptuous gaze has never been less, when in the South Sichuan Gang, several important ministers in the gang, who knew how to become the elder of the gang leader, how many times cast contemptuous glances at themselves. Even, this nerd Tiangui recruited by Xi Murong, the kind of person who sees himself as a person of the same kind or even lower, that kind of contemptuous gaze, how many times have he been angry and secretly beat the other party.

The sword technique, his own sword technique, and the sword technique he practices every day are different, he will not betray himself, he will not despise himself, he is the proof.

The lunge held the short knife and slashed horizontally, bursting like the sun hanging high.

And Guo Xiang, who saw all this, saw the other party's fierce knife momentum like the sun, without blinking or dodging. Because Guo Xiang is the same, she already has the courage, she has made her own decision.

The pain in her chest, like a soldering iron, scorched her nerves. But she didn't feel pain, she just felt hot, the kind of hot that made people jump to try.

Martial arts, the deeper you talk about it, the more mysterious it becomes. Because, the history of martial arts tells people today that the gap in the realm is the gap in martial arts, and the difference in the realm of one move and one style may be more critical than the hard study of your tens of millions of days of cultivation. And Guo Xiang couldn't experience this feeling before, but because of his own sword, a sword broke the sword of Chang Ming's long knife. made her have an epiphany, so that she finally understood this move in the Yanqiu swordsmanship, the twilight snow of a thousand mountains.

It's a feeling that can't be concretely written, because it could be the occurrence of an event, the emotion of a word, the fall of a leaf.

Qin Qing'e, who was lying on the ground, only felt that there was suddenly no wind and waves in this hut, and her eyes were confused, and when she opened her eyes again. Guo Xiang was lying on the ground and had passed out, his right hand was twisted and turned in his chest, and it seemed that he was either dislocated or fractured. And Guo Xiang's mouth and even chest have a large area of blood, and it seems that the internal injuries are not light.

"Guo Xiang!" Qin Qing'e burst into tears as she saw the man squatting in the hut. Her heart is aching now, and even this cry is actually not uttered.

Chang Ming half-squatted on the ground, still holding the short knife in his hand. It's just that his upper body has become blood-red. Because of his chest, there are countless tiny sword wounds on his face. Even if you look closely, Chang Ming's chest and abdomen may not be able to find a large patch of intact skin.

Wow, vomited a mouthful of blood. Chang Ming's eyes were blood-red, and he slowly straightened up and roared angrily.

Sure enough, every day's efforts were not in vain.

Yes, although the epiphany is important, it may be like the difference between rivers and lakes and seas. However, no matter how mysterious something is, it will also have its reality and real display. Because martial arts are martial arts, not myths, not fantasies. It's something that really exists, exists in the present of this story.

Just like a piece of grass, it can never be taller than a tree, a gap is a gap. A snowflake can cause an avalanche, but it is by no means just a matter of chance and coincidence.

Chang Ming slowly stood up, his eyes swept over Qin Qing'e, who was about to struggle to crawl towards Guo Xiang. Chang Ming looked at his feet, kicked the half-cracked broken chair beside him towards Qin Qing'e, Qin Qing'e was hit the head, but he didn't cry out in pain, and still tried his best to crawl towards Guo Xiang.

Chang Ming's blood-red eyes at this time saw this, and he didn't laugh or be angry. He was looking at the inside of the hut, where Tiangui was already lying on the ground, and in horror he had buried his head under an offering table.

There is no joy of victory, not even the feeling of surviving. Chang Ming walked towards Qin Qing'e, who was crawling, but did not climb out of a distance at all, grabbed it, and stabbed Qin Qing'e directly in the heart with a short knife.