The world is back in sight.

Xu Xiaoshou saw shocked faces.

They looked at themselves, at the kendo plate under their feet, and the incredible, eager, and a faint jealousy overflowed from their faces and eyes.

Whether it is the plum tree, the wind turns to the dust, the Liu Fuyu, the Grain Rain...

Bang!

Xu Xiaoshou slapped his face: "Wake up!"

Only then did everyone wake up as if they were dreaming, one by one blinking wildly or slapping secretly.

The mysterious formation diagram under Xu Xiaoshou's feet was retracted, but reality told everyone that it was definitely not an illusion just now.

"It's over?" Mei Siren came to his senses in a daze.

"It's over." Xu Xiaoshou looked over with a smile.

"A little gain?" Gu Yu spoke solemnly.

"Slight gain."

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head and looked at the player who should have been the third one to challenge him, and was still an old player. He smiled and said:

"I am of this time, not as good as I am of the past."

"I know what Mr. Gu wants to say, but at this time..." He paused, "Mr. Gu should also know what Mr. Gu wants to say."

Gu Yu's face was very calm and he heard the sound and remained silent.

He couldn't see that Xu Xiaoshou not only gained something slightly, but also gained something too much. Moreover, the current state of swordsmanship is likely to have risen to more than one level, and even compared to himself, it may be even more than he can!

Such monsters are no more than ordinary people. They should be understood as being one level with the eight masters, who can cross the ages and ignore the time gap.

but……

Retreat?

Thinking of this, Gu Yu was lost.

The cave in his mind flashed through the retreat, which delayed his own era;

The pastoral life that was deviated from climbing the glacier and sacred mountain, the dream planted when I was young, but only in the fields when I was old, and that vivid flowers would never bloom;

He flashed through the semi-saint person in the Holy World Palace. Only with it can he have such a little possibility and catch up with the footsteps of the Si people;

Flashed...

Too much flashed through.

Finally, the picture freezes and flashes on the young man in front of him.

There are talented people in the world, and the next generation is like this. If you don’t fight, grab, or fight, how can you achieve the ultimate realm of ancient swordsmanship?

If you retreat this time, you will not only avoid the sharp edge, but also avoid the ancient sword cultivator's indomitable path, and also avoid the future life!

So……

Should I avoid it?

Guyu suddenly let go of her heart and laughed.

The answer was actually given when he took the initiative to find Guizhesheng Mountain and sought an opportunity.

"My friend Xu, give it a try."

Gu Yu said, slowly lifting the sword in his hand.

At this moment, everyone could feel the sword intent that had been condensed around them for a moment.

The sword intent is very light and shallow, and it feels like being indifferent to the world. It floats lightly in the wind and snow, like water mist rising.

After careful understanding, there was a sharp edge inside, but it was not the accumulation of swordsmanship but not the release of the swordsmanship, but it was like...

Contradictory?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned.

This was the first time he felt such a strange sword intent.

Guyu gives people the feeling that it is not fighting, but at this moment he wants to fight again, and people are swords. At this moment, his sword is unsheathed, and the feeling that it gives people is "out of place"!

For no reason, Xu Xiaoshou felt a sense of throbbing like a bleak snow. He frowned and glanced at Mr. Siren, asking for instructions on what he looked like.

"well……"

Mei Si people sighed long, and didn't even respond. They shook the paper fan and left the battlefield.

This time he left very decisively, and Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even see what was on his paper fan.

No intervention?

Yes, at this point, every old man has his own choice.

Since Guyu opened his mouth, it means that he had already thought about everything, including achieving passionate blood or accepting failure.

No matter how much outsiders say, no matter how much they persuade...

useless!

"Come again?" Feng Zhongzui, outside the field, only cared about snatching the preaching mirror, aimed at the upcoming battlefield, and said excitedly, regardless of the cold gaze of the owner of his hometown:

"The third battle of the Seven Sword Immortals... After the Master Su's sudden enlightenment, will he fight the first sword immortal on the first list?"

"Shuang Lao smiled and Liu Fuyu, Hua came to Beitian to welcome Master. This is the last one, the strongest one!"

"It is worth mentioning that the strongest at that time may not be the supreme at this moment. Because Shou Ye's sudden enlightenment just now, we all looked at... His secret formation map of the swordsmanship was almost lit up!"

"So, whether it is true or false, whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know it in one battle!"

I have to say that Feng Zhongzui is very good at finding these gimmicks.

This not only made the audience of the Five Realms excited and have a appetite again, but even Yang Xizhi's face was not very good.

It seems that the second sword immortal is nothing...

"It is called 'Plum Rain', a second-grade spiritual sword."

A rather sighing sound appeared in the scene. The picture of the missionary mirror was amplified in time, and the sound was also amplified:

"It was already a second-grade spiritual sword for a long time, long time ago."

"I have walked with me through countless mountains and rivers, and I have fought with countless people, including the Youtu and Meisi people who you are familiar with..."

But when Gu Yu stroked his fingers gently across the sword body, Mei Ziyu trembled gently, and was buzzing with full spirituality.

Compared with the evil sword, there are four swords, the Emperor's sword Du Zun, Yan Python, Guard, etc., it is quite quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou looked along.

The sword is apricot-colored, three feet long and three fingers wide. The sword has gray spots, like raindrops, hazy with a layer of mist, which is extremely mysterious.

"Good sword."

Xu Xiao couldn't help but praise.

The quality of a sword depends not only on the level, but also on the spiritual energy.

Although Mei Ziyu is a second-grade rank, I think it just lacks some nourishment of fame. If Guyu did not have that seclusion in the last era, I would like to come...

After a pause in his mind, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand why this old man seemed to be fighting but now he was in a passionate way.

Seven Sword Immortals fight for fame!

"Yeah—"

Xu Xiaoshou also pulled out the pain of the hidden pain, and fought against the second grade, which is the best battle to become famous!

After watching the sword technique, the sword fingers were caressed, and then the pain was hidden and the sword body began to twist like a maggot with thirsty blood.

Full of spirituality.

and spiritual perverts.

Not of the same level at all.

Looking at the curled blades and damage on the body of Zangku Sword, Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said in a sigh:

"It is called Zang Ku. When I was in a state of slightest, it was just a ninth-grade spiritual sword..."

The drunken eyes lit up in the wind and realized that Master Suo was going to tell the story of him and the sword.

This is a big news. No matter how many people dug up before, it was not as real as the person involved said in person!

He fought against the Sword Immortal for three consecutive days, and Suo Yu will surely become famous all over the world.

His earliest sword hidden the secret of suffering, once passed down from generation to generation, it will surely cause great trouble.

So, the preaching mirror gave up the first sword immortal Gu Lao and aimed it at Master Shou and his black sword, so thin that even the bumps on the sword were enlarged out.

Xu Xiaoshou talked to Mr. Gu a lot and said with some emotion:

"I, who had not awakened at the Ling Palace, have indeed become indifferent to everyone's talents. Even the first Baiyun Sword Technique Baiyun Youyou has been practicing it for three years but has no results."

"And all my assets, combined with this ninth-grade spiritual sword, is the most valuable. It is called 'hiding suffering', which means everything in the past. If it is hidden, maybe it will bring a good result of bad luck?"

As he said that, Xu Xiaoshou's emotions sank and entered the boring, closed and dull white ward.

He silent for a few breaths and then spoke:
To be continued...