"Especially when I learned that you have become the Sword Emperor" Tu Qianhao laughed sadly: "Hehe, at that moment, I suddenly became disheartened, I said, I will kill Gu Duxing, the black devil said, he is already the Sword Emperor, how many grades of your throne are" When he said this, he imitated the tone of the young black devil, and the kind of gloomy and mocking was vivid.
It shows how much stimulation this sentence gave him at that time "At that time, I thought, I can't catch up with you, I can't kill you, but I was killed by you, and I died in your hands, it's okay" Tu Qianhao snorted: "Although I, Tu Qianhao, are dead, I am a thousand times better than those bastards who only speak ill of people behind their backs, but dare not face the enemy in person" "Ten thousand times prouder than them," Tu Qianhao roared.
This sentence was clearly too forceful, the mood was excited, and the fluctuations were very strong, and the sword wound in the chest actually spurted blood.
Gu Duxing's expression was shocked, and he pointed like a knife, and tapped twice in his heart to stop the blood.
Tu Qianhao's face turned like gold paper, and he smiled warmly: "Don't bother, I came today to beg for death, do you really think that I can win a sword emperor with a king-level seven-rank?"
Gu Duxing sighed speechlessly, and said abruptly: "You could have been immortal." ” Tu Qianhao smiled freely, and suddenly said: "But I have infinite confidence now, if I still have a chance to fight with you next time, I may not lose."
"Because when I was dying, I suddenly comprehended my own sword path, my own sword emperor realm" Tu Qianhao's face was serious, with pride, he gasped, and said: "If I can not die, after today, I will be a sword emperor" Gu Duxing frowned, looking at his increasingly pale face with some concern.
Tu Qianhao choked and coughed, a little weird self-deprecation, and said, "Do you know when I came to this feeling?"
"When" Gu Duxing couldn't help asking.
"As the tip of your sword pierced my heart, the feeling of death that boundless swelled suddenly; But at that time, I comprehended my own sword path" Tu Qianhao smiled: "The tip of the sword entered the heart, and I actually broke through at that time Hahaha, it's really fucking funny, it's fucking funny, it's fucking funny."
Gu Duxing couldn't help but be speechless I don't know what to say.
The tip of the enemy's sword pierced into his heart, and breaking through such an opportunity at that time really made anyone speechless when they heard it.
"It turns out that the biggest breakthrough will occur at the time of life and death, and this sentence is not in vain."
After Tu Qianhao finished laughing, he sighed and muttered: "I remember that senior once said a sentence: The breath of death is the precursor to a breakthrough.
I've always been puzzled, but today, I finally understand hehe" He muttered and smiled attentively, suddenly turned his head, looked at Gu Duxing with burning eyes, and said, "Gu Duxing, although I die, my sword path can't be wasted, please do me a favor." ” "What's busy," Gu Duxing had vaguely guessed.
"Only you can understand my state of mind at that time, so I will tell you about my kendo."
Tu Qianhao's pupils suddenly widened, revealing a fanatical look: "Gu Duxing, I hope that my sword dao is famous in the world, and the Nine Heavens please help me."
"I" Gu Duxing had already guessed it, but when Tu Qianhao said it himself, he still felt a shock all over his body "I can call your family masters, and you can teach them."
Gu Duxing said indifferently.
"No" Tu Qianhao was categorical, and snorted coldly: "They don't deserve and can't understand Gu Duxing, don't waste my life" After speaking, Tu Qianhao didn't wait for Gu Duxing to answer, and said to himself: "This perception of mine is called forgetting everything, forgetting yourself, forgetting the sword, forgetting the sky, forgetting the earth, forgetting the love."
"Forgetting everything is the highest level of my swordsmanship" Tu Qianhao said with difficulty: "You listen well" As he spoke, he said it regardless of it, and as his voice spoke little by little, Gu Duxing gradually immersed himself in Gu Duxing's cultivation as his mind, and almost when he heard the first sentence, he felt the strength of this realm.
So he concentrated all his energy and tried to listen to every word, every word.
Tu Qianhao has run out of oil and lamps, and maybe he will die before he finishes talking in the next moment; This kind of understanding in exchange for life, in this life and this life, there is only one opportunity to listen If you can't remember, you will not only be sorry for yourself, but also sorry for Tu Qianhao If you can't remember, Tu Qianhao is probably the real one, and he won't be able to turn a blind eye The two people stood facing each other, and in the middle, there was a long sword with a flickering cold light, and the hilt of the long sword was motionless in Gu Duxing's hand; The tip of the long sword, in Tu Qianhao's chest, there are still slowly soaked bloodstains out of forgetfulness If Chu Yang was here, he would have sighed loudly, unable to tell what he felt in his heart.
In his previous life, Tu Qianhao became one of the twelve influential figures in the middle three days, relying on his forgetful sword On the basis of the forgetful swordsmanship, Tu Qianhao even comprehended the great law of forgetfulness and the sword trick of forgetfulness; With the word forgetfulness, Tu Qianhao once rushed to the peak of the middle three days Slaughter thousands of heroes, and laugh proudly with swords It's Tu Qianhao In the year of Chu Yang's fall, Tu Qianhao gathered all his feelings into one volume, and prepared to march for three days, but Chu Yang didn't know if he could succeed or not.
But he knew that the book written by Tu Qianhao was named the Book of Forgetfulness Now, Tu Qianhao has comprehended the Forgetful Swordsmanship, which is undoubtedly twenty years ahead of his previous life, but it is worth sighing: this Forgetful Swordsmanship can no longer be used from the hands of Tu Qianhao, the inventor The book of forgetfulness that once shocked the entire middle three days, in this life and this life, can no longer appear in the middle three days, the stormy rivers and lakes This is not a pity In the previous life, there were twelve people in the past three days, the dream of falling Qionghua has fallen into the remnants of the flower, the bones are gone, and the poisonous evil of the poisonous heaven has also disappeared in the loess, and the nine heavens are no longer poisonous Now, the thousand heroes among the evil sons of the ink knife Qianhao, the road of life has also come to an end in advance "Remember" for a long time, Tu Qianhao's voice was weak, but he still asked urgently.
"Remembered."
Gu Duxing took a deep breath.
"You read it once, I'll listen to it" Tu Qianhao's pupils were already a little dilated, and he muttered: "In the future, if anyone uses the Forgetful Sword Technique, may think of me Tu Qianhao" "Forgetful Sword" Gu Duxing knew that Tu Qianhao was not at ease, and softly, clearly, recited this set of Forgetful Sword Sutras.
Tu Qianhao's face showed a strange loneliness, as if he didn't even hear what Gu Duxing was saying, he just tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, and muttered: "It's really boring."
"What" Gu Duxing hurriedly asked, but didn't hear a response; When I looked closely, I saw Tu Qianhao's body standing upright, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he was no longer breathing.
The founder of the Loveless Sword Technique, one of the twelve influential figures, when he was dying, the last words he left behind turned out to be: It's boring The last three words of this heroic generation who rushed to kill in the rivers and lakes, whose life is colorful and gorgeous, are really boring No one knows what is boring and why Or maybe he has a new understanding at this last moment, but no one knows.
Gu Duxing let out a long sigh and gently drew his long sword.
The Black Dragon Sword was like a pool of clear water, breaking away from Tu Qianhao's chest.
Gu Duxing withdrew two steps, looked at Tu Qianhao intently, held the sword in both hands, saluted solemnly, and said seriously: "Brother Tu, you can go with peace of mind, the Forgetful Sword will inevitably bloom in the rivers and lakes with its due brilliance."
Tu Qianhao's body stood tall, his face was full of beard, shaking in the wind, and there was endless pride in the hollow in his eyes, but he was lonely, lonely, and with a thick bit of ridicule. seems to be satirizing his life so ridiculous and so helpless; It seems to be satirizing the tens of millions of people who are still living in the world so boring, so stupid, and so vulgar His hand naturally drooped, and there was still a sword in his hand, and the sword light flickered, and it was uncertain.
He just stood like this, even though he was dead, even though he was just a corpse, he still had a heroic and majestic demeanor that was a man who could not be opened On Gu Duxing's black dragon sword, blood was like a drop, dripping down.
Reluctantly, he slid down the tip of the sword, dripping into the dust, splashing a slight dust, and the dust curled and scattered.
"This is the rivers and lakes" Gu Duxing let out a long breath, this breath, he had suppressed it for a long time, but when he finally spit it out at this moment, he felt a sense of amazement.
"Jianghu, there are so many rights and wrongs, but where are there so many should and should not; Life and death, who can say that they are innocent and calm" He sighed, took a dozen steps back, and stood with his hands in his hands. looked at Tu Qianhao, who had lost all his breath, with a look in his eyes that was extremely complicated, and said softly: "Brother Tu, Huangquan has a long way to go, cherish it all the way" The twenty masters of the "Young Master" Tu family screamed in grief, pounced, and pounced in front of Tu Qianhao, but suddenly found that Tu Qianhao was no longer breathing and completely dead couldn't help but scream wildly, turned around like a whirlwind, looked at Gu Duxing deadly, and said sadly: "The surname Gu, you dare to kill our young master" Gu Duxing looked at it coldly, and saw that it was an old man with a beard who spoke, and at this moment there were tears in his eyes, and he was looking at himself angrily. couldn't help but say coldly: "Why, Brother Tu didn't explain to you before this?"
Tu Qianhao counted everything; Even his own mortality has been clearly calculated; How can you not give your own account to these people Gu Duxing definitely didn't believe it To be continued: