At this moment, Gu Chuanxia's face was not happy, but showed a wry smile, and the bitter taste filled his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's a pity! You're the second person in a hundred years to really hurt me. But you still just hurt me, you can't kill me, so are you ready to be killed by me?" The pillow-lock mask weirdo's voice was still mechanical, but Gu Chuanxia could hear some emotion in his words. He was already angry because he had been wounded at the hands of an unknown man who had popped out of nowhere.

This already made him feel humiliated.

"It's a little bit worse! I'm so anxious!"

"But, next sword, I can kill you, do you want to see it?" asked Gu Chuanxia. Since he felt the anger and humiliation of the other party, Gu Chuanxia categorically had no possibility not to take advantage of it. So he provoked the other party with words, and then constantly mobilized the true qi in his body. It's a pity that it's too late for this body to cultivate the Great Shift and the Heaven Swallowing Toad Skill. Otherwise, he could increase his power by several levels in an instant.

The pillow lock monster who was about to release the shackles and lock the true qi of the ancient legend again stopped the handprint in his hand, but the voice was cold and said: "Then you try!"

Gu Chuanxia raised his hand and swung his sword, his sword became slower and slower, and his arm seemed to be rusty, slowly twitching.

Although calm, but the sword that was swallowed to the extreme slowly fell towards the pillow lock mask monster, in the eyes of others, the sword of the ancient legend is not even as good as the child who has just learned to play the sword, but in the eyes of the pillow lock monster, this sword can not be dodged.

Because it's fast, it's so fast! so fast that all the gaps are filled by this sword, and it seems that every inch of space is the most powerful blow of this sword.

Before the pillow-lock monster could fill his heart with regret, he could only swing his spear into a ball and protect it in front of him. But how can the spear that has lost its determination withstand the overwhelming sword of the ancient legend?

In the eyes of others, Gu Chuanxia's sword was still moving slowly along a slow trajectory, as if every point of movement would take a thousand efforts. On the opposite side of the ancient legend, the spear of the pillow lock monster is like a thousand flowers blooming on the top of the mountains, completely enveloping the whole person on top of each other, but there are many things to see.

Others don't know what's going on, only Gu Chuanxia himself knows that his sword has been restrained to the extreme, and it's hard for others to see what is inside. This sword is no longer simply containing the sword intent of Dugu, and the ancient legend has filled it with some of the essence of the eighteen knives of the nasal passage.

This sword has become a little enchanted.

No matter how slow the sword is, it will eventually come to an end.

When the tip of the ancient legend's sword touched the pillow lock monster's defense spread out with a spear, it was like gently tearing open a layer of papier-mâché window paper, without any obstacles, and the pillow lock monster tried his best to defend it, in front of the ancient legend's sword, it seemed so ridiculous.

In the eyes of the pillow-lock masked stranger, the sword shadows that spread all over him finally converged into a single sword, and the blockade had been lifted. But it was by no means a time to rejoice, because this sword was countless times more terrible than the thousands of swords that had come before.

It still locked onto itself, and no matter how much it strained, the sword could tear its throat through the fastest and most ruthless angle. And this sword can't be resisted, I can see the fear of death, but I can't do anything. What could be more domineering than being deprived of the right to resist?

He finally knew what it was like for those who had died at his hands to be felt. It turns out that he has great power, but he is deprived of the source of resistance, and it is such a feeling.

Zheng!

The strange spear, shattered like shattered glass, turned into crystalline iron sand and disappeared in the wind.

All the flowers that bloom on the tip of the spear die at this moment, and no matter how beautiful and tough the flowers are, they will wither one day.

The pillow-locked monster looked at the missing spear in his hand, and knew that he was careless, he shouldn't have given Gu Chuanxia a second chance to shoot, let alone couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, and was provoked by him with words.

In the final analysis, it is because the power he has is too incomprehensible, and gradually makes him feel that no one in the world can resist him, which is an original sin called 'arrogance', which will kill you in an inadvertent moment.

Slowly closed his eyes. He knew that the sword of Gu Chuanxia was not finished, and its target would be his throat, and he understood the horror of this sword, and it was precisely because he understood it that he knew that it was irresistible.

Closing his eyes is not because he has given up resistance, but because he doesn't want to see his fallen body at the moment when his head flies out, even if his hands are full of blood and he has killed countless people, he can't accept such cruelty.

The sharp blade of the Sharp Man broke through the throat of the pillow-lock masked stranger without any hindrance.

At the same time, the demonic nature contained in the sword also directly destroyed the soul of the pillow-lock mask monster.

Gu Chuanxia knew why the illusory shadow he left behind asked him to cultivate the eighteen swords of the Nose Dao. Because this magic knife that slashed at his heart not only has almost insoluble moves, but also has the power to destroy a person's soul.

This strange man with a pillow lock mask, although he didn't know what method his physical body had cultivated, he became almost impossible to kill, and he didn't even have a drop of blood in his body, but he still had a soul. If even the soul is cut off, then no matter how strong the physical body is, what is it?

A sword sharpens the head, and the thoughts are clear.

Gu Chuanxia was full of confidence in going back to thirty years ago and killing this person again.

Just as he was full of faith, the sky shattered, and a golden lock descended into the sky.

Rumble!

Air, seawater, magma, visualization, space, and even time and mind are all locked in.

Everything became forbidden.

Then a light flew from the sky, and the entire Xia Ke Island was crushed into powder, and all the things that existed were wiped out.

Except for a butterfly flapping its wings, struggling to break free from its restraints and fly out of the forbidden golden realm. Then it quickly sinks to the bottom of the sea, towards the deepest, darkest, and lowest part of the ocean floor.

This is an instinct, Gu Chuanxia's soul consciousness is still muddy, and he has not yet gotten rid of the extremely powerful confinement.

I don't know how long it took for him to come back to his senses.

When he flapped his wings and 'flew' back to the surface of the sea from the bottom of the sea, the original large Xia Ke Island disappeared without a trace, and all traces of existence were erased. Even Shi Potian, who was lucky enough to explode and was faintly where some extremely strong character layouts were located, seemed to be dead and no longer existed.

The small jade butterfly floats and sinks on the sea, following the waves and drifting with the waves.

"The goldsmith! ”

"Thirty years ago, even if I killed the stranger in the pillow-locked mask, the goldsmith might do it again. What should I do in the face of such a means of imprisoning everything?"

Gu Chuanxia sent a jade butterfly, floating on the sea like this, and the excitement of the moment when he killed the pillow lock mask monster was wiped out by the sudden blow. (To be continued.) )