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Is the Great Grandmaster the end?

Perhaps this is the only way to make many great masters who founded the mountains and ancestors lose their belief in martial arts and linger here.

They don't continue to climb because there is no hope. If you refuse to leave and return to the world, you don't want to give up hope. In the end, I can only stay here so contradictory, and I am lonely, waiting for an unknown result.

"No! It shouldn't be like this, Bodhidharma, Zhang Sanfeng, etc., and many great masters, they are not here. They continue to climb upwards. Maybe they know something. ”

"Martial arts shouldn't stop there. ”

What's more, Gu Chuanxia thought of the Jade Emperor incarnating as the True Martial Emperor, opening the martial arts, and becoming one of the ancestors of the martial arts. If martial arts were really abolished sooner or later, then as the Jade Emperor of the Three Realms, why bothered to do such useless work?

"I don't believe it!" Gu Chuanxia stared at Mr. Jingzai, or everyone present, and said categorically.

"We didn't believe it before, but there's really no road ahead! Actually, you feel that way yourself, don't you?" said Mr. Jingzae with a wry smile on his face, unconcerned about the unceremonious tone of the ancient legend.

"After the martial arts broke the fate, they had already fallen into decay, and there was no way forward. The so-called great grandmaster is actually just a realm that is not well climbed and shoehorned. Even strictly speaking, the Great Grandmaster can still be regarded as a level of life-breaking. ”

"All we can do is keep splitting the doppelgangers, and then break lives, break lives, break lives, and break lives again. We look forward to a qualitative leap in dosage. The peculiarities of the mountain barely helped us to finish halfway. But the other half we can never finish. "This time it was Fu Yunzi who spoke, as the ancestor of the Diancang faction, his seniority is extremely high and his qualifications are extremely old. Naturally, you will know more.

"Believe it or not, I was once so close to the top of the mountain that I could already vaguely see the shattered heavenly court in the heavenly realm. ”

"Even if it has been shattered and lost its ancient majesty, what permeates it is still the rich way of immortals, which is only the end of the martial arts, the tomb. It does not point out a new path, and there is no future and hope that we are looking forward to. ”

"There are many seniors who rushed into the Heavenly Court and never came back. Before they left, they had said that martial arts was a lie, a cage that confined our era, everyone. The Ancient Powers want to return, and their opponents are not only the powerhouses of the Ancient Era, but also the powerhouses of the New Era. Therefore, they changed the core of the universe, hid the way of the immortals, and passed on the martial arts that were cut in half halfway. ”

"It was a perfect game. If you want to cultivate the ancient way of immortals in the mortal world, even if you barely do it, it is difficult to reach a high position. And once you have cultivated the martial arts, although you may be able to have an achievement in just a hundred years, you can have an achievement, comparable to that of the ancient immortals. But this path is broken, and the Great Grandmaster is at the end. ”

Fu Yunzi's tone was very heavy, with a sadness that had gone through time. A peerless martial artist who founded the mountain, but he hit his head and broke his blood on the truth he believed in the most, and finally had to indulge in wine.

Such sorrow, overflowing, can simply make mountains and rivers change color.

"There is no road, we still have hands, feet, a sword in our hands, a heart of blood, and a body of chivalrous courage. With these, even if there is no road, you have to break a way. Gu Chuanxia believed that Fu Yunzi, Mr. Jing Zai and others did not lie to him, but he did not intend to give up.

"Good, good, good, good, don't look at the sorrow at the end, and never choose to give up. You and I are like this, what is there to say? Go, go!" Fuyunzi raised his wine glass and staggered.

"The old man practices it for you!"

Then he sprinkled the wine in his cup on the frost-soaked earth.

This seems to be the heart of martial arts that is already in the festival Gu Chuanxia is about to pass away.

Gu Chuanxia was full of anger, but he didn't know where to start.

He wanted to find someone to fight, but found that almost everyone present had no intention of using force. Although they are all great masters, they are no longer worthy of being called martial artists.

"Farewell!"

Gu Chuanxia hugged his fists, bowed his hand slightly, and strode away without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, Merlin walked out.

In the Merlin behind him, it seems that Mr. Jingzai's mournful moan can be vaguely heard.

"I have been on the moon for nine days, and there are also demons in Huangquan. Holding a sword into the waves... ”

In the cold wind, there are snowflakes that are sharper than swordsmen.

Gu Chuanxia shook off the banner of the Divine Prison and wrapped his body in the banner and walked forward quickly.

Without the ruins and bamboos beside him, the ancient legend is not afraid to take out this flag and leak the bottom first.

It's just that even if the wind howls and the frost hits his face, he still can't withstand the chill in the heart of the ancient legend.

The loneliness of Fuyunzi, the lament of Mr. Jingzai, and the dejected expressions of so many great masters all crossed in front of the eyes of the ancient legend.

"Is there really no way to go?"

Gu Chuanxia asked himself this, but he couldn't get an answer.

Soon, Gu Chuanxia went up to the second node.

The second node is much more boring than the first one.

There is only one waterhole here, and when the ancient legend looks at the waterhole, he can even imagine that many years ago, in this cold waterhole, there may still be a dragon left over from ancient times.

But I don't know what year and month, it has already been beheaded!

Only this one was left in a waterhole.

The waterhole is constantly absorbing the cold air blowing down from the heights, making it a small haven. As long as you don't get close to the waterhole, you can still warm up a little.

Quiet by the waterhole, Gu Chuanxia looked at the surroundings of the waterhole, leaving some deep or shallow nicks.

These are all traces of the battle.

The sword intent, the sword intent, the fist intent, and the palm intent all fluctuated wantonly in these nicks. It's just that after the ups and downs of the years, the invasion of the cold wind, there is only a faint wisp, maybe they gave people a feeling that was once very strong, but now it is blurred.

Among them, there was a deeper sword mark, which attracted the attention of the ancient legend.

This sword mark is not new, and it is certainly not old.

Reaching out to touch it, that lonely and sharp feeling is very familiar to Gu Chuanxia.

"It's the Dugu Sword Demon! This is the sword mark he left behind! He once fought with people here. Gu Chuanxia whispered to himself.

"So you know the person who left this sword mark. "Above the quiet cold pool, a human face suddenly appeared.

His countenance kept changing, and finally he took on the appearance of an old man.

"Why do you insist that a superior person must be an old man with a white beard and white hair? In fact, at your level, you should know that the age of external expression, or even gender, is meaningless. The face condensed in the waves of water asked.

"Can you read your mind? and still read my heart?" Gu Chuanxia's voice was inexplicable, and he couldn't hear joy or anger. But the next moment, the mountain and sea sword came out of its sheath.

A sword light shot up into the sky, shattering the wind and snow, and then stabbed heavily towards the originally calm cold pool.

(To be continued.) )