There is still a lot to say, each of whom has doubts that have not been solved.

But before that, we have to fight first.

Chu He was determined to challenge the real Taoist Gu. He wanted to know how powerful the real Taoist Gu, his peerless swordsman, could have.

The man Gu Dao Ren was arrogant and he could not bear it. Gu Yufeng lost Chu He's move before.

So Chu He did not answer Gu Daoren's question.

The Night Dew Sword in Gu Dao Ren's hand has condensed and formed, and his peerless sharpness is showing.

When Gu Dao Ren held the sword and stood opposite him, Chu He could clearly feel that Gu Dao Ren's previous anxiety, regret, doubt, and self-deception disappeared without a trace. He was no longer the mortal with emotion and pain. Instead, the supreme king in the sword, a god who went beyond the ordinary emotional category.

This feeling is just like a calligrapher touching the exquisite paper, pen and inkstone, or when he has a glass of wine in his hand, his empty and confused heart immediately has sustenance. He is sure that he can entrust his life and everything to this sword, and only the sword is the most reliable.

He stood there quietly, combining his mind with his sword. Gradually, the sword weapon that had been suddenly condensed with night dew seemed to have been forged for many years and had been nurtured for countless years, and possessed an indescribable spirituality.

This kind of spirituality gives Chu He the feeling that it is not like the kind of spirit that ordinary magic weapons or sword weapons possess, but it seems that the sword itself is the clone of Gu Taoist, and it is one with him. The sword weapon has a spirit and is interconnected with people.

The sword in the hands of Taoist Gu is not a weapon or weapon in the ordinary sense. It is like an amplifier, starting to amplify all the emotions and feelings of Taoist Gu begin to magnify, tell and then cut off.

The sword lights are lingering like drizzle. The breeze blows, and it continues to continue, and is suddenly cut off, as if it is broken by three thousand worries and six desires in the world.

One sword first kills one's own heart, and then kills one's human form.

If you cannot hide yourself, your opponent will naturally have no choice but to escape.

Facing the gorgeous sword light burst out from the tip of Gu Daoren's sword, Chu He was a little lost in an instant.

The sword light was not straight, but instead followed the wind, slapped the rain flowers obliquely, ticking... ticking... ticking!

Joy and sorrow are always ruthless, and the steps are all the time until dawn...

The sound of the sword is like drizzling dripping on tiles, like the wind hidden in the night, passing through the dense forest and shaking the treetops. It is like when the night is quiet, the buried, disguised, and ignored emotions suddenly surge into my heart, and the sudden sadness is hard to resist. Everything is surprisingly beautiful, but it is sad, as if stepping on the highest rhythm between heaven and earth. In the silent rhythm of the night, only the small wind is cool and the rain is sad. The night wind blows through the windowsill, and comes to the face with wet water vapor, making people reluctant to hide.

When I woke up, my clothes were soaked and I didn’t feel tears.

The sword light flashed, and the drizzle passed through the window ridge, and it was a little inch, and I saw sadness.

The sword is a weapon, and when it is swung, there will naturally be murderous intent.

The difference between Gu Daoren's sword is that his murderous intent is too well hidden. In that sad, lonely, sad but unconsciously addicted feeling, the sword edge is quietly sent to your heart along with the emotions.

Golden wind slanting rain three and three swords!

This is the true meaning of this sword, and this is the reason why it once attracted the attention of the masters of swordsmanship in the world. Seeing this sword's true meaning, Chu He felt that it was not a loss.

However, Chu He would not be so reluctant to wait for death. The Nanming Lihuo Sword surrounded his body, carrying layers of sword light, and the scorching true energy was burning, as if he had dried the lingering meaning of the drizzle.

Taoist Gu was not panicked at all, pinching his sword fingers and swinging his long sleeves.

There was a roaring like a wild beast in the sword wind! This was the deep suppression of Gu Dao Ren, and it was also the truth that he could express with his sword.

This truth is exactly what Chu He lacks when he used the Golden Wind and Slanted Rain. He learned the elegance, elegance, omnipresence and subtle tricks in this sword technique, but he never saw the depression, depression, grief and anger in his heart, and the extreme despair.

This despair is like a wounded or lonely beast in the forest, roaring at the moon and remembering the glory.

Chu He knew that he could not continue watching, otherwise he would not be able to catch a sword.

So Chu He not only waved his sword, but also unsheathed his sword.

Keep people with one knife!

A flash of sword light, but Chu He and Taoist Gu had already changed their positions.

In the hazy moonlight, both of them had a slight breathing.

Although this moment is short, it crosses the boundary between life and death. This is the greatest stimulus that cannot be compared between heaven and earth. After this stimulus, who can not breathe?

Both of them stood still and did not move.

"What a domineering sword technique! And it's hidden very deeply. You don't look like someone who can use such sword technique, but you just used such a sword, and it's so wonderful. I have to say that it surprised me." Taoist Gu spoke again. With this sword alone, Chu He got his recognition. That's why he said this.

The moonlight suddenly dimmed.

Because of its glory, it was taken away by Chu He's sword.

Cut out of context!

At this moment, this sword did not gather any resentment, but it was sincere and sincere. It was not the original intention of the matter, but to keep others.

The two swords in front and back finally became connected.

"good!"

Taoist Gu only said one word.

As soon as the word "good" was released, the long sword in his palm had already taken action.

This is a moment of captivating souls and a moment of earth-shaking. The round and huge moon that seemed to hang in the sky suddenly became hazy at this moment.

Circles of drizzle actually brewed from the moonlight and then fell along the moonlight.

Light, rain, wind, etc. actually mixed together, and it is impossible to tell each other.

The sword light swam like a ribbon in the water sleeve and spread out. Two figures that looked arrogant and upright, like immortals in this beautiful picture, jumped into the vast moonlight, as if they had stepped into the fairyland, hanging high in the bright moon, waving swords and swords to each other, then colliding and interlacing.

After a sound of dragon roars like pearls falling from jade plates, the sword lights and sword shadows in the sky suddenly disappeared.

The dragon tooth knife in Chu He's hand broke.

Then it breaks into residue.

The Nanming Lihuo Sword surrounding his body also kept buzzing, as if trembling.

Chu He sighed: "If it were a weapon, I would have lost. But this battle was so exciting, so I would not admit defeat. Can Taoist Gu want to see my magical power?"

When Dao Ren heard this, his expression did not fluctuate, but his eyes were filled with expectations: "An opponent like you are also very interesting. Although your sword skills are stronger, your sword skills are also full of potential, and they have Qingcheng... and even my shadow. I really want to see where you can go."

"So let's take a move! If you want to see my sword, I'll let you see enough!"

"Thank you!" Chu He had to thank him.

Because his sword technique has already walked out of a path, but his sword technique is still in the stage of imitation and has not come out.

Today's battle with Taoist Gu may be the beginning of his real breaking of barriers and becoming a self-contained person.
Chapter completed!