Gu Beicong didn't hide!

Looking at the figure of Mao Zhenhuang who was killed, he sneered, and the shadow of Chun Ang in his hand turned horizontally to the thorn, facing the heavenly knife, the figure of the body was a little green, and the turbulent black earth seemed to have countless grasses breaking out of the ground.

Mao Zhenhuang's heart was directly tight, this was the power of the sword, and what he didn't expect was that the other party would fight him hard.

This style of sword trick takes the meaning of bullying, and the same is true of the sword in the opponent's hand!

Stabbed head-on, killing intent soared, and when he turned around, the cold light in his hand was like the power of an emperor pouring up, and he had no fear of the dazzling crown.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound, and the two speeding figures passed by in an instant.

Standing up, Mao Zhenhuang grabbed the trembling crown of the tiger mouth and felt a pain, bowed his head and looked at the pitch-black knife body, the already curled knife had an extra nail-sized collapse, and the blade directly collapsed into a network with the gap as the source.

The crown is about to be wasted!

Turning his head and glancing at Chun Ang Shuying in Gu Beicong's hand behind him, he was among the top grades in the Jindan period magic weapon, and the crown seemed to be a little out of place compared to him.

Gu Beicong looked at Mao Zhenhuang's coldness and said to him with a sneer: "It seems a bit difficult for you to kill me!"

"There was once a man named He Shenguang, who said something worse than you. ”

He lost the start, and there was more than that, Mao Zhenhuang was even a little worried that his crown would not be able to withstand the ten impacts of the Chun'ang shadow, the time and place were favorable, and it was his monopoly, but at this time, the balance of victory seemed to be a little tilted towards him Gu Beicong.

"My life is really hard!"

With a low shout, Gu Beicong carried the bright green light and attacked in an instant, his body was like a ghost, the sword walked with him, and he directly changed three directions in half a breath.

Fast!

It was faster than he relied on the benefits of the Crossing Cloud Sky Flying Spell, and even a long afterimage had been pulled up around him.

This is one of the hundred secret techniques on the second floor of the Guanlou Sect Scripture Pavilion, Mao Zhenhuang if he remembers correctly, this set of swordsmanship only has thirteen styles.

But it's the thirteen types that cost people's lives!

The consequence of standing still for a long time is to sit still, so Mao Zhenhuang moved.

Shocked by a move, the four blue runes in his hand were torn to pieces in an instant, and the heavens and the earth suddenly showed four murderous lacquer knives that went straight to the four directions to kill, and Mao Zhenhuang pulled the crown in his hand with a cloudy look, and the figure that stood up and dodged against the left body is a knife.

It's a full stab!

The green light in the dantian spiritual sea appeared, the immortal abutment was like a blue ring whip blooming, and the aura stirred in the body blinked in the twelve canons for three weeks, and a knife split even pulled Zhou Kong out of a burst sound.

【Knife across the autumn sky grinding stars】

The twenty-seventh style of the twenty-nine style knife trick, this is a continuous knife, the knife rushes to the other party's Yin and points directly to the Chongmen acupoint into the abdomen, and the upper pick of the extreme spring refers to the central Yu Mansion, and then the twenty-eighth style, [Heavy Turning Auxiliary Meridian Broken Dragon Spine].

It's an indomitable sword!

Mao Zhenhuang directly exposed his chest and bones to the other party, and with a sneer, he killed the knife and chased the opponent's life point.

It's a bet!

What he saw was the other party's courage, and he was even more questioning whether he Gu Beicong firmly believed that his life was hard.

If the other party is empty, even if you can dodge two knives one after another, there will definitely be a knife to wipe your body, and if the other party dares to fight, who dies and who lives depends purely on the destiny of heaven!

A bang!

The dark sword of the crown capital grazed the Yu Mansion, the center of the other party, and went into the supraclavicular fossa, and almost reached the neck from the Tianchi acupoint.

And unfortunately, the other party turned his head sideways!

Standing above the sky, Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the blood dripping on the tip of the knife, his eyes narrowed, and it seemed that the other party's collarbone was not as hard as the other party's words.

And just because you are hard doesn't mean you're not afraid of death!

"'Divine Gate Fear' is a good set of swordsmanship, and if I hadn't had the delay of twelve years in the northwest of the Great Liang, I might have specialized in this powerful secret art. ”

Mao Zhenhuang glanced back, a little disappointed!

It is the clavicle of the opponent's right shoulder that is broken, not the left shoulder of the sword.

"But you've practiced a good knife, isn't it?"

Gu Beicong's cold sweat went straight down in an instant, and the blood on his right shoulder was gushing out, and he couldn't lift any strength.

His right arm is gone, but it doesn't stop him from holding a sword in his left arm!

"I always thought that you and I were the same person, why don't you fight with the knife just now, it's not good to leave life and death to the destiny of heaven. ”

Mao Zhenhuang felt as if he looked at each other a little highly!

It's normal to be afraid of death, but you shouldn't hold a sword if you're afraid of death.

You don't see that the Mixed Yuan Sword Sect is all crazy, and a group of hard-boned lords can push a low-grade sect disciple to the upper sect in a few hundred years with just one blood and a broken sword in their hands.

If you are afraid of death, you can do it!

"It's not easy for you to survive in the northwest of Daliang, but who survives easily?"

Gu Beicong endured the severe pain, and said to Mao Zhenhuang with a pale face, there is no one in this world who is not afraid of death, if they are all so fearless, there will be no such thing as an immortal in the huge Central Continent.

It seems to make sense. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked sideways at Gu Beicong, holding the crown and stepping lightly, and went straight to the opponent's Dashu Shendao position in a flash.

A type of [provoke thunder and run with quick picking].

This is a person who used to be the same as him, but twelve years is a long time, Mao Zhenhuang dared to be rubbed off the edges and corners by the years, but the other party was worn out of sharpness!

Why do all the monks under the world's No. 1 Sword Sect want to condense the sword heart?

A sword without sharpness is not a sword, and a swordsman who has lost his sword heart is not a qualified swordsman, even if the sword in the opponent's hand is Chun'ang Shuying, and the swordsmanship is "Shenmen Deterrence".

The soulless swordsman Mao Zhenhuang was half fearless, and he was even more invisible and unscrupulous when he made a brazen move.

The killing momentum is shocking, but he directly opens his own divine gate, and with a sword that exchanges his life for his life, I ask you if Gu Beicong dares to use a sword!

And Gu Bei moved.

was forced to move by his earth-shattering sword.

Pursing his lips, he held Chun'ang's shadow upside down, and the knife towards Qingtian was a triple point.

It's defending, not attacking!

Mao Zhenhuang saw this and smiled, and turned around with an indomitable knife, and the phantom vertical knife was a horizontal slash, grazing the twisted green light in the opponent's hand and directly taking the opponent's Qi Sea Spirit Nest.

Under Gu Beicong's surprised eyes, the crown in his hand was taken off in an instant, and the last blue killing character in his arms was instantly torn apart by Mao Zhenhuang.

This is a murderous knife!

In Gu Beicong's eyes, it is a knife of death.

The figure took three steps back, and the Chun Ang Shuying in his hand slammed into the pitch-black short horizontal knife three times one after another, before knocking this life-threatening killing knife away, but in the face of the second knife that followed, Gu Beicong's expression was too bad to return the knife.

Poof!

The shadow of the knife penetrated through the flesh and bones, directly poking a furrow into the ground behind him, and the aftermath dissipated in this piece of heaven and earth.

"Not everyone is in the future, and not everyone is in the same place!"

Mao Zhenhuang didn't look back, but stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the crown that was knocked off pierced straight back into his hand, looking sideways at the trembling blade, at this time, there were three new nail collapses on the blade.

"If you give me a quiet twelve years, he will not be as good as me!haha~~ poof-"

Gu Beicong didn't laugh halfway, and directly a mouthful of blood gushed out, choking his laughter back.

"If you give me twelve years like that, you won't even be able to catch my sword. ”

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head and glanced at Gu Beicong, who was holding his blood-dripping belly, and the other party's words were like Gu Beicong back then.

And this sentence reminded him of the heroic posture when the other party pressed him on the mountaineering road of Guanlouzong.

However, the road of cultivating immortals is like this, there will always be many forks in the road, and no one knows how many detours they will take to reach the end of this road, and maybe they will be completely buried in the middle of the road if they can't go to the end at all.

"Do you have any last wishes?"

Mao Zhenhuang turned his head to look at the smashed star path night, and exhaled fiercely.

The other party is worthy of admiration!

was broken in the dantian spiritual sea, but he still stood tenaciously in front of him without even bending his waist, he would never be able to do it.

"It is my last wish to break my soul too. ”

Gu Beicong looked at Mao Zhenhuang, and his eyes seemed to be full of relief and light.

"Are you sure?"

Mao Zhenhuang was stunned after listening to the other party's words!

What are the consequences of a broken soul?

Do not fall into the nine shades and completely dissipate in the world.

"I don't want to have a next life, and I don't want to cultivate immortals, ahem...... Ahem-"

If the dantian spiritual sea is broken, it is the elixir that cannot be saved, with the collapse of the opponent's heavenly dao abutment, there is still the vitality of the fetus, and Gu Beicong's eyes are not only full of death intent, but also endless death will!

Mao Zhenhuang was silent, he suddenly found that he was not necessarily the most unlucky one in the world, at least fate treated him unfairly, and did not completely throw him into the abyss.

"Is it okay to ask you a question?"

Gu Bei Chenghua was exhausted, supporting his remnant body proudly leaning on the sword in his hand, and he didn't know what kind of strength he used to say this.

"Just ask!"

"The story you told, the people of Wang Zhuang didn't laugh at the end, did they?"

Mao Zhenhuang raised his head and glanced at him deeply and said, "You do understand!"

"Haha~~~ Don't forget my last wish!"

This loud laugh seemed to have exhausted the strength of the other party's body, and Chun'ang Shuying couldn't support the other party's strong body, and the person and the sword fell straight to the ground together.

Gu Bei was outraged!

But Mao Zhenhuang didn't have the slightest sense of happiness, on the contrary, his mood was a little heavy, he didn't know why this person gave birth to such a strong will to die.