Have you ever heard the sound of time passing?

Some say it's like the sound of water droplets. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Others say it's like the sound of gears turning.

Others say it's the sound of leaves growing old and falling on the branches.

And at this moment, Dugu told all the creatures present.

The sound of time is the sound of his sword.

A sword roared.

And at the moment of snapping his fingers, Dugu swung out hundreds of swords.

Those hundreds of swords converged into one sword, and what was condensed was hundreds of years, so thick that it was difficult to resist.

If someone stands in the place where Gu Chuanxia is, he will be able to experience how heavy a period of time hundreds of years is, just like him.

A hundred years can replace three generations, and hundreds of years can evolve into a secular dynasty, and everything that is established as eternal, immortal, will not pass, and will be prosperous forever, and will eventually be drowned in the dust of history, some fragmented, some unknown.

Dugu is like a master who controls time and space.

The sword in his hand slashed wantonly, and with each swing of the sword, it plucked the strings of time.

In all directions, many creatures who were only affected by the aftermath had burst into tears. They thought of the elders, friends and even juniors who had passed away, and thought of their own future, perhaps with the passage of time, towards endless nothingness and facing death.

And under the fluctuation of this time, the ancient legend who bore the brunt of the same expression was sad.

Time is one of the most unforgiving things, and it changes so many things.

There are things that you think will always hold on, but when time passes quietly, they have long since changed.

Gu Chuanxia thought of his blood back then, and thought of his former righteousness, although he now has far more than ordinary strength, it is difficult to have the determination and stupidity of the past.

It's hard to tell if it's good or bad.

This is exactly the growth that time gives.

Airplanes!

The invisible sword trembles and hums!

The huge battle words were carved by the invisible sword.

The fighting spirit inherited from the ancient human race was stimulated.

The invisible sword in the hand of the ancient legend turned into an ancient war sword, and there were still broken gaps and cracks on it.

Behind him seems to be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and in the endless darkness, there is only this kind of fighting spirit, which cannot be blasphemed or forgotten.

Time can kill many things, but there will always be some things that time cannot change and forget. Even if they are forgotten, one day, when the wind blows away the dust of time, they will still reveal a trace of edges and corners from the corners of the years, blooming with infinite light and dazzling.

Battle! Battle! Battle!

The battle intent passed down by the blood of the ancient human race made the blood of the ancient legend boil.

The invisible sword in his hand, which turned into a combat sword, charged towards Dugu with a style full of determination and no return.

Between the slashes, there is a kind of absolute bravery.

Dugu's sword replaces defense with offense, but the sword that Gu Chuanxia wields at this moment no longer follows even this offense instead of defense.

Each sword is a simple but lethal move, and at the same time, each sword carries a posture of the same end.

This is the case with the ancient human race, only by giving up everything, abandoning all emotions such as fear and pity, can we rush into the hearts of those vicious demons and monsters with a fragile body, fight with them to the death, and gain a trace of vitality for the reproduction of the human race with infinite war will.

Dugu was obviously also a little confused by Gu Chuanxia's battle intent at this moment.

He is not a human race from the earth, and he does not have the purest blood of the ancient human race in his body, so he can't touch a certain pulse in the Buzhou Mountain and obtain the inheritance of the ancient human race's fighting intent.

Dugu couldn't understand where Gu Chuanxia's fighting intent came from at this moment, and he didn't understand why his fierceness seemed so tenacious.

But he could feel the resolute danger contained in every time Gu Chuanxia swung a sword.

If it was someone else, it was natural to take a defensive position at this moment, and then wait until the battle intent of the ancient legend was exhausted, and then slowly figure it out.

However, at this moment, it is Dugu who is facing off against Gu Chuanxia.

Faced with this never-before-seen kendo combat method, his whole body boiled, and he only felt excited.

Greeted by the sword net full of battle intent, he pounced directly, the sword in his hand danced together, and he no longer used his own mastery, but swung the sword with Gu Chuanxia.

Gu Chuanxia slashed horizontally, he also split horizontally, Gu Chuanxia cut vertically, he also cut vertically, Gu Chuanxia stabbed directly, he also stabbed straight.

He's learning.

Learn the sword movement of the ancient legend, without a trace of embarrassment.

It's just a few kung fu, and Dugu copied eighty percent of the brewing battle intent between the ancient legends of swordsmanship, and the remaining twenty percent was something he couldn't learn.

Because that's what is imprinted in the blood.

In order to learn this kendo method, Dugu paid a lot of injuries.

He had three deep sword marks on his chest.

Gu Chuanxia's sword qi crisscrossed it, preventing the wound from healing, and every time the wound was broken by the sword qi, a large amount of blood would flow out of the wound.

Touching the sword marks on his chest with his hand, Dugu raised his head and smiled.

"Hahaha! good! good!"

"How long! How long has it been, has it been since I felt a sword wound? a hundred years, two hundred years, or five hundred years?"

"I've really waited too long!"

"Gu Chuanxia, you really didn't disappoint me!"

Dugu said, and the Qinglian sword in his hand swayed out.

In a moment's trance, all living beings seemed to see the infinite green lotus, which filled the entire space.

Then all the cyan color dissipated, and only the wisp of killing power that was bred from the chaos after the green lotus was shattered.

Tu Shixian suddenly changed color, he looked at Dugu, his fingers kept beating, as if he wanted to explore something, but in the end he held back.

"Qinglian Killing Sword! This is one of my tricks, Gu Chuanxia! If you can't catch this sword, you can only die! I will never stop temporarily!"

Dugu seems to talk a lot, which is a very rare thing.

Many times, he fights against others, and when he is an enemy of others, it is often that the opponent talks more, but he will not say a word.

Gu Chuanxia looked at Dugu's killing intent condensed on the blade of the sword, and his battle intent continued to condense the invisible sword. The ten-day sword qi that was isolated turned into a sea of fire and went down.

And in the midst of this sea of fire, golden lotus flowers bloomed one after another.

Gu Chuanxia held the golden lotus in his hand and smiled.

"Sword Twenty-Three, Fire Sea Golden Lotus!"

Of course, this is not just a simple sword twenty-three, but based on the original sword twenty-three, using the characteristics of this sword that can change infinitely, the ten-day horizontal sword and the kendo battle method are integrated at the same time.

This sword has reached a whole new height, even far surpassing the so-called Six Annihilation Sword Twenty-Three.

The green lotus and the golden lotus suddenly converged in mid-air without the slightest warning.

The lotus blossoms that bloom swirl with a dizzying light.

As the stamen turned, the golden lotuses that bloomed in the sea of fire began to wither one after another.

A killing machine from the innate chaos that can kill everything. The ancient legend of the sea of fire golden lotus, was forced to retreat step by step, and it was difficult to parry.