At the top of the Heavenly Sword Peak, the earth shook the mountains, the air flow rolled wildly, and the two shocking sword intents competed with each other to generally lift each other, collide with each other, and turned into an unprecedented rush of energy, as if thousands of rivers and thousands of rivers were pouring down from the peak, spreading in all directions in the earth-shattering rolling sword momentum, and for a while, the entire Heavenly Sword Peak was shaking and trembling!

Three hundred zhang down from the peak, all shrouded by the sword intent and sword aura of Yu Wenfeng and Gu Jiansheng, it has become a 'sword domain' that ordinary people cannot set foot in, and everyone watching the battle is afraid of this earth-shattering sword might, and retreats again and again. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And Shang Ying saw that after seeing it, he found that it was still inevitable that it would be affected, and he had to order Ling Xiao's disciples to retreat again.

All the disciples did what they were told, but they were left alone with their feet on the ground, motionless like nails.

Seeing his appearance, Shang Ying already knew his intentions, and persuaded: "Ren Jiuxiao, stand back, your injuries have not healed, and you can still see clearly when you step back." ”

Ren Jiuxiao's eyes were slightly biased, and with a sense of competition, he threw himself at the figure standing above everyone in front of Baizhang.

The closer he got to the peak, the more frantic and dense the sword qi became, and the true qi of Ying Feiyang's talisman was as fragile as paper paste under the chaotic sword qi like a tide, but he didn't dodge, didn't dodge, didn't dodge, didn't shake, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and gave up his body, and the dripping blood poured the fire in his pupils to burn brighter and brighter, as if he was willing to burn his life, and change a bright sword light to stay in his eyes forever.

"It's far enough...... If you retreat, this distance will never be made up. Ren Jiuxiao looked at Ying Feiyang, who was covered in blood, and sighed softly. Then his eyes returned to the battle at the top, and his eyes seemed to be ignited by Ying Feiyang, burning with the same fire of madness.

A look showed that he had no intention of retreating, Shang Ying sighed, but no longer dissuaded.

On the top of the mountain, Gu Jiansheng Yuwen Feng has fought thousands of blows, it doesn't matter the moves, it doesn't matter the sword qi, each sword is a sword move that is easy to use and the pinnacle, and the next move surpasses the previous move to create a new peak, under the sword opponent, the two continue to climb to the height that has not been touched in the past, but-

"Wow-" With a sword roar, the staggered and inseparable figures suddenly separated, Gu Jiansheng and Yu Wenfeng stood separately, clothed in a layer of morning light, as if they had never moved their hands.

And on Gu Jiansheng's face, there was already a trace of black qi that seemed to be nothing.

"My sword journey is almost at the end......"

After surpassing, it means falling, and the constantly improving Gu Jiansheng spared no effort to mobilize the true qi of the whole body, including the air bag that encapsulated the qi of the five decays, and finally, a trace of the qi of the five decays overflowed......

But Gu Jiansheng's voice was still calm.

There is no way to stop it, and there is no need to stop it, it is something that will happen sooner or later, instead of being distracted and guarding against the five decays, it is better to use all your strength to see how many more swords you can use before your life is at the end of your life, and how high you can climb to......

Eighty-one swords? No, a little more.

Ninety-six swords? No, there can be more.

It's probably a hundred swords.

One hundred swords, the number of the Great Perfection, a satisfactory number, how high can the last hundred swords of life climb?

Can you break through the realm of life and death that you want to break through?

Gu Jiansheng was eager to try, but he was no longer attached, he didn't want to do it, everything, let it be......

With a smile on his face, he was calm and freehand, and gently raised 'unbearable' in his hand, and when the wind rose, Gu Jiansheng was dressed like a crane.

His embarrassment seemed to be nothing more than a wooden sword. But in his hand, he didn't look fragile at all, as if there was a tough and strong thread running from the palm of his hand to the tip of the sword, supporting the bones of the sword. No matter how strong the mountain wind is, it just doesn't tremble.

The tip of the sword touches the ground, and then worships the sky, which means respecting heaven and law. The sound of the wind whispered under his sword, as if to shout good, to watch his last last sound.

Yu Wenfeng also sensed his sword intent, and said solemnly, "On the last journey, I will accompany you to the end." ”

"Thank you!"

Gu Jiansheng moved, the sword moved, not only did not have the slightest decline of his life, his handsome face was radiant, as if he was dozens of years younger, the sword intent was domineering, the sword intent was high, the sword move was uninhibited, and the elegance was peerless, showing the demeanor of the sky.

"It's him!" Shang Ying's expression moved, as if the long sword that was faster than lightning had retraced time, making the young man famous, and the Daomen sword crown of the famous princess reappeared in front of him.

Fresh clothes and angry horses, orchids like flowers. Gu Jiansheng's sword, swaying freely, freewheeling, brought the spectators to the most comfortable time in his life, one person and one sword, wandering the rivers and lakes, unscrupulously breaking into the Longmen Mountain, the West Lake smoke and rain, the willow wind and snow, Qin Huai Jiangyue, breaking into the nine-fold palace, breaking into the 100,000 immortal mountains, and breaking into the most beautiful spring boudoir dreams of countless women.

The sword light and the people complement each other, adding brilliance to each other, among the spectators, there are many female cultivators like Xie Lingyan who have dizzy cheeks, their faces are red, and they think stupidly, "Gu Jiansheng, you really looked so good when you were young......

Swinging the sword to break the love thread, but being entangled by the love thread, when the female cultivators were obsessed, Gu Jiansheng's sword intent changed, as if he was bound by the silk thread, and gradually turned to solemnity.

Next, it was to meet the magic star who hit him, he boasted of being romantic, and finally suffered a romantic mistake, and the woman who broke into his life let him know that in fact, he couldn't catch anything except the sword in his hand, and from then on, the sword crown that moved the world was willing to be lonely, and his heart was only focused on the way of the sword.

Gu Jiansheng's sword slowed down, but it became more and more focused, refined, ethereal, as if it had faded away from prosperity and returned to the avenue. Each sword is a new realm that has never been seen before.

The first encounter with Yu Wenfeng was also in this period, the two great swordsmen, the past and the present are opposed, Yu Wenfeng seems to have been brought to his memories, his eyes show a trace of remembrance, he has never met, Xu is a confidant, and he intersects with swords, but he is destined to be the enemy of life and death. Because both of them have a common chase - supreme kendo!

Time repeats itself at this moment, the magnificent sword moves burst out, Gu Jiansheng's long sword swims, affecting all things in heaven and earth to turn into long swords around his body, and for a while, countless silver rays flash in every inch of space on his side, and the dazzling arc of light spirals and flies, like a dream. And Gu Jiansheng walked like a leisurely stroll in the chaotic sword flow, and his figure was floating out of the dust.

And Yuwen Feng's sword intent filled the air, and the surrounding space was filled with immeasurable sword shadows, as if it had become a world of its own, a world where only swords did not exist.

The sword came, like the heavens and the earth cracked.

The sword goes, like a flash of light.

The confrontation was indiscriminate, I thought it would be like this until the end of one party's life, but suddenly, Gu Jiansheng used an unexpected sword!

That's right, an accidental sword, as if the true qi was out of control, and it was a big loss, but the power of the sword that should have been grasped was too large, and it broke into Yu Wenfeng's sword realm.

"Bang!" Mu Zixuan, who was watching the battle, suddenly changed his expression, and his majestic true qi came out of his body, and the trees around him were destroyed! Yes, it won't be wrong, that year, that day, it was this unforgettable sword that killed the two people who were most important to him and changed his life!

It is clearly a sword that is a big failure, but it seems to carry a point of destined fate, such as fate, the world is impermanent, and the perfect sword realm of the original sword god seems to have been accidentally involved, allowing this sword to rush in.

There was no reason, but it really happened, a blood-red sword mark appeared on Yu Wenfeng's shoulder, and he was injured for the first time in the battle.

And Gu Jiansheng's sword realm changed again, with the passage of life, his appearance aged rapidly, at this moment, he became a pure bitter Taoist, and his sword was also different.

At first, there was a sense of self-exile, but soon it became freewheeling, laissez-faire, one move and one style, easy and freehand, like clouds rolling in the clouds, the tide ebb and flow, not natural.

The fire in Ying Feiyang's eyes is getting brighter and brighter, and the pure and bitter Taoist at this moment is the master he is most familiar with, the master who eats and waits for death, and it seems that everything does not linger in his heart. Maybe he knew that he already had a successor, so he could no longer have any worries, and even if he died, his way would continue.

Gu Jiansheng's sword was used freely and unrestrained. Burn the remnants of life to your heart's content, bursting with the most brilliant sword light in this life.

Winning or losing, it doesn't matter.

Moves, I can't remember exactly.

Even the idea of breaking through can be put aside at this time.

Everything does not linger in the heart, so everything can be put into the sword!

Now he is just enjoying the thrill of swinging the sword for the last time. And Yu Wenfeng has completely taken the defensive, allowing him to sway freely.

The last hundred swords, three sword realms, interpret Gu Jiansheng's life.

The young man lifted the sword song upstairs. Red candle dim tent. In the prime of life, he raised his sword in the sky. Outstanding world, the world's best.

Now the past is unbearable, the sword is unbearable, and the world is ruthless. The old firewood is burned out, and the fire is still bright.

If this sword is famous, it should be a description of life.

The hundred swords are all about the business, and finally the number of consummations has arrived, the hundredth sword, Yu Wenfeng's chest has an extra sword mark.

Then, the sword is complete, and so is life.

There was no earth-shattering movement, Gu Jiansheng's life burned out, and he hung his head silently, as if he was asleep, 'unbearable' to support the ground, and maintain his body from falling.

There seemed to be a remnant of the hundred swords in the air.

The sound of the two swords clashing was still lingering.

But Gu Jiansheng will never wake up again.

A legend ends here, Gu Jian's life, although there are regrets, but it is still wonderful.

The hundred swords have ended, Gu Jiansheng still has not been able to break through the realm of life and death that he longs for, but what does it matter, his people are dead, but the Tao lives forever, this is also another sense of transcendence from life and death, one day, his descendants will continue his path and open up a new sword path.

It doesn't have to be me, it's okay to go with the flow, right?

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The sword path that Gu Jiansheng wants to open up, how can he fake others!!

It's coming! Ying Feiyang's eyes widened!

The limit breaks through the limit, and the sword intent surpasses the sword intent!

The one hundred and one sword! transcend life and death, and be born brazenly!

The last sword intent that dispersed the world suddenly condensed again, fusing heaven and earth, wind and clouds, grass and trees, mountains, turning into ten thousand swords hanging into the sky, covering the sun with clouds, vast as the heavens and stars!

"You...... Get 'it', finally, get 'it'!" Yu Wenfeng looked excited, glowing with fanaticism, as if he had seen a whole new world.

"Thank you, the last sword, pay attention!" Gu Jiansheng's phantom thanked him sincerely, and then his body was like a heavenly peng sweeping the sky, Gu Jiansheng moved, and ten thousand swords also moved, and the sword qi seemed to be endless, far-reaching, as if driving the entire heaven and earth, giving people an illusion that there is no way to avoid, no block, no escape, and no room for heaven and earth.

Thousands of sharp swords bloomed like a storm of cold light, mercilessly filling the entire time and space. Everything around him became fierce and sharp with the sword, and the quenching momentum was permeated, and it was attached to the tens of millions of sharp swords in the hiss of breaking through the sky! But in an instant, Gu Jiansheng merged with the ten thousand sharp swords, and even everything around him, and what he drove was no longer just the sword, but the sky, the earth, the grass and trees, the mountains, the waves, the thunder and lightning, and he went towards Yuwen Feng!

Although Yu Wenfeng's demeanor was fanatical, he was calm, and the nameless sword in his hand inadvertently slashed diagonally, but it was a mystery that captured the heavens and the earth, and perfectly crossed an arc.

"When, when, when" In the flash of light, Yu Wenfeng has fought with the sword tide countless times, feeling the endless changes of this sword, and even closed his eyes, only looking for the only one in the tens of millions.

Although Gu Jiansheng, who was condensed by sword intent, was in ten thousand swords, it was just a appearance, not the real core, and his body shape was transformed by sword intent, in other words, every sword shot at him could be transformed into Gu Jiansheng's body.

What he is looking for is one of the ten thousand swords, not to be confused by the appearance of the voice, the real core of this move.

Yu Wenfeng, who closed his eyes, appeared in his mind every time he took a sword, angle, strength, and speed, deducing, perceiving, deducing, perceiving, deducing, perceiving, perceiving, perceiving......

Kendo's understanding and innate intuition cooperated, and finally, Yu Wenfeng's eyes widened, and the essence burst out, "It's you!"

The long sword is directed at one of the ten thousand swords!

"Wow!" There was a sword strike, sword tip to sword tip, among the thousands of swords, Yu Wenfeng ignored the other sword blades and only resisted one of them. A sword sound that conformed to the principles of heaven and earth spread, and at this moment under the mountain peak, I don't know how many spectators fainted.

With the spread of the sound wave, the overwhelming ten thousand swords dissipated under the shock, but the sword intent converged in one place, in the sky and on the ground, there was only one sword left!

Gu Jiansheng's figure appeared out of thin air, holding the 'only' among the ten thousand swords, moving a few inches, and stabbing at Yu Wenfeng with the momentum of ten thousand swords.

Yu Wenfeng's sword suddenly became countless times faster, and the "Ding Ding Ding ......" was as dense as rain, endlessly, hitting this sword from different angles and with different strengths.

But the sword went straight and was not shaken in the slightest, but Yu Wenfeng's purpose did not seem to be to shake it, in Ying Feiyang's eyes, he felt that Yu Wenfeng was like an appraiser who identified antiques, relying on tapping different parts of the porcelain, listening to the sound of the porcelain, to identify the craftsmanship, age, origin, and material of the porcelain......

And Yu Wenfeng understands this sword in the same way, but relying on this alone is far from enough, if you want to understand this sword, how can you lack personal experience?

After the eleventh blow, Yu Wenfeng abandoned the sword! Unreservedly opened his chest, as if he was embracing the sword of his dreams!

"Snort!" The long sword pierced through Yu Wenfeng's body and went straight into the handle! )