There is still a lot to say, and each has its own doubts that have not been solved.

But before that, there is a fight.

Chu He had the intention to challenge the real Gu Dao people, and he wanted to know too much about how powerful the real Gu Dao people and his peerless swordsmanship could be.

And Gu Dao is arrogant, and Gu Yufeng lost a move to Chu He before, which he can't bear.

So Gu Daoren's question, Chu He did not answer.

And the sword of night dew in the hands of Gu Dao people has been condensed, and the peerless edge is being revealed.

When Gu Daoren held the sword and stood opposite him, Chu He could clearly feel that Gu Daoren's previous anxiety, remorse, doubts, and self-deception and self-evasion had disappeared without a trace, and he was no longer the mortal with emotions and pain. Rather, it is the supreme king of the sword, a god who is beyond the scope of ordinary feelings.

It feels like when a calligrapher touches a fine paper pen and inkstone, and when a drunkard has a glass of wine in his hand, the empty and hesitant mind immediately has sustenance, and he is convinced that he can entrust his life and everything to this sword, and only the sword is the most reliable.

He stood there quietly, merging his mind with the sword, and gradually the sword weapon, which was originally only condensed by night dew, seemed to have been forged for many years, and had been nurtured for countless years, and possessed an indescribable spirituality.

This kind of spirituality gives Chu He the feeling that it is not like the kind of spirit that ordinary magic weapons and sword weapons have, but as if the sword itself is the doppelganger of Gu Dao people, and it is one with him. Swords have spirits, and they communicate with people.

The sword is in the hands of the Gudao people, and it is not a blade or murder weapon in the ordinary sense. It is like an amplifier, which begins to amplify, tell and then cut off all the emotions and perceptions of Gudao people.

The sword light was like a drizzle, the breeze blew, endlessly, and was suddenly cut off, as if it was broken but three thousand troubles, red dust and six desires.

A sword first cuts one's own heart, and then cuts the human form.

You can't dodge yourself, and your opponent can't escape.

Facing the brilliant sword light that burst out from the tip of Gu Daoren's sword, Chu He was a little distracted for a moment.

The sword light is not straight, but follows the flow of the wind, slapping the rain diagonally, ticking... Tick · Tick!

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the first step is drip to the dawn...

The sound of the sword was like a drizzle of rain falling on tiles, like the wind hidden in the night, passing through the dense forest and shaking the treetops. It's like in the dead of night, the emotions that are buried, disguised, and ignored suddenly come to my heart, and the sudden sentimentality is difficult to resist. Everything is surprisingly beautiful, but it is sad, as if stepping on the supreme rhythm between heaven and earth, in the silent rhythm of the night, only the breeze is cool, and the rain curtain is miserable. The night breeze blows across the windowsill, carrying wet water vapor to the face, making people reluctant to hide.

By the time he woke up, his clothes were soaked, and he didn't feel full of tears.

The sword light flickered, and the drizzle passed over the window, a slight inch, and I was already sad.

The sword is a murder weapon, and between wielding, there is naturally a killing machine with it.

The difference between Gu Daoren's sword is that his killing intent is too well hidden, and in that poignant, lonely, sad but unconscious feeling of indulgence, the sword blade is quietly sent into your heart along with emotion.

Golden wind and rain three three swords!

This is the true meaning of this sword, and this is the reason why it once made the world's kendo masters look at it. Seeing the true meaning of this sword, Chu He already felt that he was not at a loss.

However, Chu He would not be so restrained, Nan Mingli was surrounded by the fire sword, with layers of sword light, and the scorching true yuan was scorching, as if the drizzle was all dried.

Gu Daoren did not panic at all, his sword fingers pinched, and his long sleeves waved.

There is a roar like a beast in the sword wind! This is the deeply suppressed emotion of the Gu Dao people, and it is also the truth that he can express with the sword.

This truth is also what Chu He lacked when he used the Three Three Swords of Golden Wind and Rain, he learned the chic, elegant, pervasive and subtle tricks in this sword technique, but he never saw the bitterness, depression, grief and resentment in his heart, and a trace of despair that was extremely depressed.

This despair is like a wounded or lonely beast in the forest, roaring at the moon, remembering the grandeur.

Chu He knew that he couldn't continue to watch, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch a sword.

So Chu He not only swung his sword, but also unsheathed.

Keep people with a knife!

I saw a flash of the sword, but Chu He and Gu Dao people had already switched positions.

In the hazy moonlight, both of them had a slight breather.

Although this moment is short, it has crossed the boundary between life and death, which is the greatest stimulation that cannot be compared between heaven and earth, after this stimulation, who can not breathe?

Both stood still.

"What a domineering knife technique! And it's very hidden. You don't look like someone who can use such a knife, but you do use such a knife, and it is at the pinnacle of its mastery. I have to say, it was a surprise to me. Gu Daoren spoke again. With this knife alone, Chu He was recognized by him. That's why he said that.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed.

Because its glory was taken away by a knife of the Chu River.

Out of context!

At this moment, this knife did not gather any resentment, but it was sincere. Breaking the context is not the original intention, but to keep people.

The two knives before and after are finally coherent.

"Good!"

Gu Daoren only said one word.

As soon as this good word came out, the long sword in his hand was also shot.

This is a moment that breathes people's souls, and it is also an earth-shattering moment, the bright moon that is round and huge seems to be hanging on the edge of the sky, but at this moment it suddenly hazy with layers of mist.

Circles of drizzle brewed out of the moonlight, and then fell along the moonlight.

Light, rain, wind... They were mixed together, and it was hard to distinguish from each other anymore.

The sword light swam and waved like a ribbon of water sleeves, and the two figures who also looked arrogant and upright, like immortals in this beautiful picture, jumped into the vast moonlight, as if they had stepped into the fairyland, waving their swords to each other in the bright moon, and then colliding and staggering.

After a burst of dragon groans hitting each other like beads falling on jade plates, the sword light and sword shadows in the sky suddenly fell silent.

The dragon tooth knife in Chu He's hand broke.

It then crumbles into residue.

The Nan Mingli Fire Sword that surrounded him also kept humming, as if he was trembling.

Chu He sighed: "If it's a sword competition, I've already lost." However, this battle was a good fight, so I still don't admit defeat. Do you want to see my supernatural powers?"

Gu Daoren's expression did not fluctuate when he heard this, but there was more expectation in his eyes: "An opponent like you is also very interesting." Although your sword skills are stronger, your sword skills are also full of potential, and you have Qingcheng... Even my shadow. I'd love to see where you can go. ”

"So make a move! If you want to see my sword, then I'll let you see enough!"

"Thank you!" Chu He had to thank him.

Because his sword technique has gone out of a way, but his sword technique is still in the stage of imitation and has not come out.

Today's battle with Gu Daoren may be the beginning of his real breaking down of barriers and becoming his own faction.