How can a person disappear without a trace without a trace doing nothing in front of someone else's eyes?

In the face of good fearlessness.

Li Xu once asked himself such a question.

He was curious to know how that tantric monk was invincible.

Now he has the answer.

The trick is not to deceive others, but to change yourself.

Now Li Xu has mastered the mystery of this.

The cycle of life and death, just where the reality and the nothingness he was most familiar with, the emperor tore it apart with the infernal killing intent and broke through his body.

In this gap that should not exist, Li Xu was in a wonderful superposition state, and he felt that he was like a ghost at the moment.

Although I have tried a few times before, it is not so natural and familiar.

There is calm in every big event.

This seems to be an inherent advantage of oneself.

It is not easy to maintain such a ghostly state, but Li Xu can still barely control it.

The Emperor seized the opportunity and slammed his fist on Yu Fuguo's backbone, and the Emperor was sure that he heard the old killer's bones crack.

The fist strength was unreservedly sent into Yu Fuguo's body, and in the contact just now, Li Xu carefully observed the changes in Yu Fuguo.

The position where Li Xu punched was exactly the corresponding position of Yu Fuguo's middle acupoint, and the emperor was ready to use his fist to force out the long nail that Yu Fuguo sent into his body.

However, the feeling of starting is that the long nail has been sealed in Yu Fuguo's body, and its own qi has been connected to Yu Fuguo's body, and it is not something that can be forced out by external forces.

Suddenly there was a feeling in his heart, this thing made Li Xu subconsciously think of Cardinal Wanhua, and thought of Dao Sage Wuming.

Yu Fuguo let out a long roar, and with a stroke from his waist in his hand, a bit of cold light was drawn out of his hand, and in an instant, a sword intent enveloped the surroundings, and Li Xu also felt a chill in his heart.

This is a very good swordsmanship.

At the moment when his fist bombarded Yu Fuguo's back, Yu Fuguo seized the opportunity and slashed out a majestic sword qi in the air.

The cold light like the tide of Qiantang swept in, and Li Xu was hit by the tide of sword qi before he even had time to enter the perfect realm of the wheel of life and death.

Almost subconsciously, Li Xu threw a punch forward, and the fist intent spread out, like a volley spreading out a set of palace buildings, the weather is myriad, this is exactly the means of guarding the evolution of the wonderful scenery of the heavens in the path of life and death, but the haste in timing has also become the biggest failure.

Under the sweep of the sword qi, Li Xu's defense was broken by Yu Fuguo, and the strong sword qi filled the emperor's left chest, leaving a finger-long scar.

This sword qi actually shredded the cover of the golden silkworm treasure robe, leaving a mark on the emperor's almost perfect body.

When did this old eunuch practice such a masterful swordsmanship?

Just now, Yu Fuguo seized the fleeting opportunity, he endured the sharp pain of tearing muscles and bones from his back, felt a three-foot-long soft sword from his waist, and slashed back.

To kill today's emperor and leave scars on his body, you not only need the first-class swordsmanship in the world, but also the first-class swordsmanship.

In this way, it is the most famous gapless sword in the world before the Qinglian Sword Immortal.

The three-foot long sword in Yu Fuguo's hand flutters in the wind like flowing water, and it is one of the few famous swords in the world, "Hating Water".

He looked at the emperor with no sorrow or joy in his eyes.

As a first-rate martial arts master who once held the power of the world, Yu Fuguo's resources are desperate, and his biggest hole card in the material cause is the three-foot hatred water in his hand, as well as the second swordsmanship that was once famous in the world, the Gapless Sword.

Li Xu took a few steps back, blood spilled out of his chest uncontrollably, and for the first time in history, the emperor found that he had hung a lottery.

"This way ...... swordsmanship"

The emperor looked at Yu Fuguo, the Dao Seed in his body was slowly moving, and the Dao Seed ability that nourished his body began to act on the injury in his chest, forcing Yu Fuguo's sword qi out little by little.

“...... What is it?"

Yu Fuguo shook his head.

This swordsmanship has been hidden in the palace since the fall of the previous dynasty, and has been sealed, and only a few emperors have read it. Later, Yufuguo entered the palace, got the mention of the Dao Sheng, became the first master in the palace, and finally had the power to enter the Jiguang Tower.

At that time, the Dao Sage sent a decree asking him to destroy this volume of swordsmanship by name, and never allow the seamless swordsmanship to reappear in the world.

Yu Fuguo left a back hand, secretly memorized the swordsmanship, and practiced day and night, and practiced hard for thirteen years, and finally achieved something.

In the future, if this sword is needed against the enemy, no one will be able to stop the sword he stabs.

Today's Li Xu is the first person to survive after being hit by the sword.

"Keeping this way of swordsmanship, I originally wanted to deal with another person, but today I revealed my secrets. ”

Yu Fuguo looked at the voice in the emperor's mouth and was extremely hoarse.

The blood in the emperor's chest gradually stopped, which was somewhat unexpected by Yu Fuguo. The soft sword in his hand was one of the three swords worn by Gongsun Niangzi, the world's first swordsman at the founding of the Yu Dynasty. This water hatred sword has been refined by the sword intent of Gongsun Niangzi, and it is already an otherworldly divine weapon.

All the wounds left by this sword cannot be stitched up under the sword intent of the previous master, let alone coagulation, and there is only one way to die by bleeding.

However, the emperor's wounds gradually recovered, which further confirmed Yu Fuguo's inference, that Shi Sheng was really good enough, and he actually pushed this majesty out of a Vajra incorruptible body.

The emperor is waiting, and so is Yufuguo.

The Emperor is seizing the opportunity to recuperate from his injuries, while Yu Fuguo is regaining his true qi and looking for an opportunity to defeat his opponent.

Finally, Yufuguo completed the preparation first.

The scorching sun is miraculous, and the blue fire burns the gods.

Between the five fingers of Yu Fuguo's left hand, which was like a dry branch, a blue fire rose.

The green fire was shining, the hot air wave had locked the emperor, the heat was like a cover, locking Li Xu firmly, and the prison heart clock on his chest began to quickly echo the heat wave outside, and his heart was beating wildly.

Li Xu's infernal killing intent shrank and trembled, and he could no longer suppress Yu Fuguo's divine intent.

Yu Fuguo pinched the hilt of the Hate Water Sword with his right hand, and flew forward with the blue fire in his left hand, and there was already blood flowing down his eyes and nose.

In order to create such a situation, he first used his body to connect the emperor's fist, locked the prisoner's heart and divine will to lock Li Xu's viscera, and then used the prisoner's heart bell as the qi hub, pushing the Yanyang Qigong to the extreme realm of the blue fire burning god, and finally trapped Li Xu firmly.

Next is the blue fire coming, the last hand of the hating water sword.

Yu Fuguo's steps can be described as extremely beautiful, and his forbearance, wrists, and reserves in exercises and secret treasures pushed Li Xu into an almost mortal situation for the first time.

However, Li Xu still has a backhand.

"Shoot!"

The emperor roared, and a god-like man stood up on the city of Jinju.

Han Rui bent his bow and held an arrow, like Hou Yi who had come out of ancient mythology, pulling the bowstring back little by little, and the bow was like a full moon.

The poisoned arrows reflected a faint green glow, and it had waited too long.

From the very beginning, Han Rui closed his eyes and waited to shoot the next arrow.

This arrow must be perfect to help the Emperor seal the victory.

It is difficult to shoot a perfect sword, and you must open the bow at the moment when your spirit and spirit have reached perfection, and you must invoke the divine skill of "consistency", and at the same time, there must be a moment that can determine the situation.

The moment Han Rui closed his eyes, he began to wait, ignoring the changes on the battlefield, the cheers, whispers, and anxieties of the people around him had nothing to do with him, what he was waiting for was the time to shoot that arrow.

Now, whether he is in perfect shape or not, the Emperor's order means that the time has come.

Han Rui knew that his time had come, without any hesitation, without any waiting, Han Rui opened his eyes, locked the blue fire in his hand, and released the bowstring with one finger.

The feathered arrow flew out, it crossed the distance in space, and came first.

The jet-black eagles vibrated in the air, and the arrows whistled as they headed towards Yufuguo.

Han Rui's face sank.

Because Yu Fuguo stretched out the three-foot flowing water in his hand and shook it a little at an incredible angle.

"Consistent", which never misses, finally missed the target this time, and the sword qi on the three-foot flowing water in Yu Fuguo's hand also reached its peak.

Everything is in the calculation of Yufuguo, and Han Rui is also in the calculation.

Yu Fuguo looked at the emperor, and finally found the trace of panic he had been waiting for for on the emperor's face.

And then he couldn't move forward.

Because a long arrow came out of his left shoulder.

It was a long arrow without a cluster of arrows, and it was topped by a round, blunt piece of wood.

Yu Fuguo smiled.

This is outside of his calculations.

Who would have thought that person would put a cold arrow in someone else's back?