"If the man of thirty years can hurt you, then I can kill you. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" said the ancient legend, but his brain turned quickly. Since the self of thirty years ago can hurt him, it means that among all his means, there must be one that can threaten him. And the reason why he calmly said this clue must be that he thinks that this ability is only unique to him thirty years ago, and even if others know it, they can't learn it.

"What means are there that I have that no one else can learn?"

Before he could figure out the problem, the black-clothed strange man with the pillow lock mask had already attacked, and with a finger of the spear in his hand, an invisible fluctuation struck, and Gu Chuanxia felt that his true qi might be imprisoned.

didn't have time to think about it, Gu Chuanxia instantly moved his body at high speed, and the long sword in his hand swung out, using the second swordsmanship 'Sword Rise and Sword Destroy'.

The spear in the hand of the stranger who locked the mask on the pillow flicked and drew a strange arc, but it happened to pierce at the moment when the reincarnation of the sword of the ancient legend was intercepted, and the ancient legend did not hesitate, and burst out one-third of the true qi in his body, setting off a wave of qi, not only rushing away from the stranger with the pillow lock mask, but also pushing himself away from him to avoid being locked by it instantly.

"Another phantom left by me in the past thirty years once said that almost all of my methods have been cracked, and it seems that even if it is a self-created sword technique, it will not have much effect. The only thing I didn't show up in front of anyone was... ”

Thinking of Gu Chuanxia, he swung his sword again.

This sword is like an exploding firework, and the sword qi flies out and turns into an incomparably brilliant and colorful sword qi, and each sword qi contains a sword intent. This is the most complex sword, one yuan repeats itself, thousands of sword qi contain sword intent, seemingly scattered but implied rules.

The pillow-locked masked freak was wrapped in sword qi and kept waving the spear in his hand.

His spear technique was rough and simple, and Gu Chuanxia finally remembered that this spear technique was very similar to the ancient martial arts he had obtained.

"Could it be that the lock organization is actually inherited from the ancients? Most of the ancient martial arts are very powerful, but they do not match the current era, and they have been eliminated, but he can use them freely. What is the origin of this lock organization?"

But the current situation still has to be dealt with.

With Shi Potian here, he did not directly lead the people in the Ming Martial Arts to leave, and there is still the possibility of turning the tables.

In fact, this is also a matter of course, the last time there was another possibility, the reason why Shi Potian would leave was because he needed to bring Bai Zizi and the others back together. And this time when he came to Xia Ke Island, Shi Potian basically had no acquaintances on the island, except for Zhang San and Li Si.

Gu Chuanxia changed the antecedents, which led to the current consequence.

At this moment, the sword of the ancient legend stabbed towards the strange man with the pillow lock mask like a ghostly axe.

What swordsmanship, what moves, have been forgotten by the ancient heroes. The existing swordsmanship has all been broken, so it is better to let go of your hands and feet, and respond to the enemy with simple basic moves.

A sword with wind, fire, thunder, light and darkness is like all the truths in the world, all of which are condensed in the sword edge of the ancient legend.

The sword, obviously not so fast that you can't see the trajectory, but it gives people an irresistible feeling. It's like your own body actively colliding with the tip of the opponent's sword.

The pillow-locked masked stranger did just greet him, allowing the sword of the ancient legend to stab at his body.

Gu Chuanxia drew out his long sword, filled the blade with Dugu sword intent, and swung it again.

A snow-white ancient, unknown white flower of some species, exploded at the sharp point of the spear.

Gu Chuanxia felt as if his sword had entered a cold world, with wind and snow interfering with its trajectory, and the power of being as hard as ice and bending like a hook to block its progress. The spear and the sword were entangled, and neither could escape.

"Break it for me!" Gu Chuanxia roared under his breath, but pierced through the blockade of the spear. The sword sliced through the wind and snow in an even more magical trajectory, shattering the hook-like ice and slashing straight at the chest of the pillow-lock masked monster.

The strange man in the pillow lock mask is holding a spear, but it is like writing big characters in the air, swinging freely and powerfully.

The spear and white flowers, which were originally swaying from side to side, like standing in the wind and snow, suddenly quieted down. Slim and elegant, with a characteristic solitary height and unshakability.

Swords and spears, striking head-on.

The power contained in the spear is extremely domineering, it is like lightning breaking through the sky, like a collapse that splits the ground, destroying everything.

However, the sword of the ancient legend seems to write everything in this world, and everything can find its unique rhythm on the tip of his sword.

Such a spear and such a sword, colliding together, are destined not to end ordinarily.

"I haven't really experienced it, but I've died twice at the hands of this man. The so-called thing is only three, this time it is a means of intimacy, and I will also kill you. Change cannot be the same not only 30 years ago, but also 30 years from now. The sword intent in Gu Chuanxia's eyes was burning, and the whole person exuded vigorous battle intent.

The invisible lock is coming again.

Gu Chuanxia actually had a flash of inspiration, and for some reason seized a glimmer of opportunity, and he used the Baishou Taixuan Sutra to find the frequency of the invisible shackles and crack it.

The next moment, the ancient legend swings his sword!

Dugu Sword Intent and Unary Sword Intent, adhering to simplicity and complexity, form a whole.

Extreme destruction and rhythm, extreme beauty and tranquility, forming a cycle.

Gradually, the sword of the ancient legend began to become quiet, like that quiet forest, as quiet as after the autumn wind and before the cold snow came. Quietly waiting for a breakthrough, a complete outburst.

And the spear of the pillow-lock mask stranger began to rush like a storm, it pounded, flapped, urged, like a beautiful flower, desperately trying to bloom its last and most gorgeous beauty at the last moment.

They are all waiting, waiting for the last opportunity to combine stillness and movement perfectly.

Whoever finds the supreme node first will win the final victory.

Suddenly, a trace of flushing flashed on Gu Chuanxia's slightly pale face, and his handsome face was rippling with a sincere smile from the bottom of his heart, his smile was so bright, with his unique white clothes of the Snow Mountain School, it looked extraordinarily chic.

He suddenly figured it out, and was no longer shaken by the words of the pillow-lock mask weirdo. No matter what he used to hurt him, it didn't matter.

If you don't kill him, it's not a good move.

If you can't think of that move, then create another move, create a move that will kill him, and then avenge yourself.

Like the catkins swaying in the wind, they are obviously moving, but they have a quiet beauty. Quietly tugging at people's heartstrings, people really don't want to destroy this beauty, even if this beauty is enough to kill people.

The shirt on the chest of the pillow-lock masked monster exploded completely, and the net-like sword marks covered his body, and his skin seemed to be completely cracked.

(To be continued.) )