He can't gather the eight-sect sword of the Zangu that is a magical nine-emotion in one style, and he won't be able to look like the weather!

Then, Xu Xiaoshou could only analyze the "spring grows in summer" through his half sword just now...

"What is life and what is death?"

"What is yin and what is yang?"

My thoughts were right, and the young man opposite me started to sing in a good manner!

Guyu was so happy.

Can you really come to autumn and winter through the evolution of spring and summer, piece together the four seasons, and realize the yin and yang, combine the energy into chaos, and return to the primitive sword?

"As sneered, passive value, +1."

"As speculated, passive value, +4."

"Surprised, passive value, +9999."

Xu Xiaoshou never needs to understand.

After all, he had realized it.

"Spraying green is a living, and silent leaves are dead..."

"Life and death, prosperity and tranquility, the illusion of nine times..."

When the boy opposite him spit out the word "prosperity and wither" from his mouth, Gu Yu's face turned pale and he almost broke his defense on the spot.

wrong!

This kid is not playing, he has something to do!

Using the time of the magic sword technique to enter the Tao, taking the order of the Nine Sword Formation, and taking the withering and flourishing of plants and trees as swords - this is the origin of the Eight Gate Swords of the Gate!

Xu Xiaoshouneng said those two words...

What is the difference between this and Daoqiongcang revealing the secret of heaven?

"Spring grows in summer, and evil chaos appears!"

Xu Xiaoshou held the unrealized formation eyes and hid pain, and controlled the eight-sect sword of the Zhegu that had become his, turning the weight to the word "life".

boom!

Endless demonic energy exploded in Guyu's body, and his flesh and blood quickly split, and soon became extremely depressed.

Not everyone has a life that can withstand the rapid consumption of the body, mind and mind.

So crisp... Xu Xiaoshou almost laughed out loud when he saw this, and once again gained a new understanding of the fragile defense of the ancient sword cultivator.

"Old Gu is getting into the sword!"

Feng Zhongzhongzui jumped three feet high while watching the game, "He injured his sword. What a peerless big deal... Wait, there is a reversal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard that he was full of death. Among the Eight Swords of Zhonggu, Mei Ziyu divided the eight swords and transformed into the sword formation again.

"autumn harvest!"

The weight of life is placed in Mei Ziyu's sword formation and replaced by a meaning of death.

"Hide in winter!"

The breath of Grain Rain quickly climbed back to the peak, and also held the unshakable plum rain, staring at the young man opposite him with vigilant eyes.

He no longer dares to underestimate Xu Xiaoshou!

With a sword, the power of the withered and prosperous plants was put into the Mei Ziyu sword.

"Secret sword technique!" Feng Zhongzui started to speak at the right time, "Zhonggu Eight Swords are the collection of sword techniques except ghost sword techniques. They are led by Fantasy Nine Love, and you can also see traces of other sword techniques here..."

One sword waited for three breaths.

Gu Yu didn't see any movement in Xu Xiaoshou, and could no longer hide the surging sword intent, tearing it apart.

"Yin and Yang are destroyed!"

Buzz —

In an instant, the black and white sword light tore through the eight-sect sword of Zanggu that had been buried, and greeted Xu Xiaoshou's face.

"brush."

Nine swords form formation.

As soon as the Zanggu Eight Gate Sword that was attacking in front broke, Xu Xiaoshou put a defensive Zanggu Eight Gate Sword on himself.

——He is no longer under the Guyu at this moment, and he is even more successful in his understanding of this sword!

"autumn harvest."

It's also a sword collection.

"Transport in winter."

Also sheathed.

Gu Yu was shocked to find that the other party was no different from stealing himself for thirty years. Even the technique of collecting the sword was carved from the same mold.

Before the Yin-Yang sword light of Mei Ziyu could be cut off Xu Xiaoshou, he brought the sacred pain to "contain", "hidden", "storage", "reverse", and other ways to collect it into the scabbard.

"No?"

Gu Yu looked stunned.

Why did he have a vague premonition?

Xu Xiaoshou's sword is about to explode again, and will it be even more powerful than his own?

"Yin and Yang break the thoughts!"

Draw one sword, one word difference.

A crescent silver shines in black and white.

This time, it was not only the Grain Rain, but also the drunkenness in the wind, and the plum and others all felt a chill on their backs.

"Sword Thought!"

"Not only the perfect reproduction, Shou also added the power of sword thought!"

Wind drunk screamed in shock, "This second generation of divine thoughts, can this old man Gu be like this? Can he keep up with the times?"

Puff... Gu Yu almost didn't slap Feng Zhongzui's heart-wrenching words so hard that he could suck blood, but Jian Nian cooperated with the attack of this sword.

"Weather!"

Without hesitation, Guyu's body evolved around the four seasons, and finally the yin and yang merged, the turbid and clear returned to the same, and the appearance of chaos appeared...

"despair."

At the same time, the sound of the spiritual sword returning to the sheath came from behind.

Before the sword "Weather Chaos" came out, Gu Yu was shocked to find that the afterimage of Xu Xiaoshou in front of him had dissipated.

He turned his eyes in a daze and looked back.

Feng Zhongzui's reaction speed was not kept up, and he could not keep up until then, and he turned to Master Su who had jumped behind Mr. Gu at some point.

I have suffered from my own suffering and returned to the sheath.

The weather image that turned into chaos behind him also returned to the sheath.

He was dressed in black, raised his chin slightly, slowly stretched out his hand under his melancholy eyes, held a snowflake that had fallen from the sky, and then gently blew it away, leaving the preaching mirror with a perfect side face, and said lightly:

"This sword is called 'Western Wind withering Snow'."

What's the meaning?

Everyone looked at Master Shou who suddenly put away his sword and pretended to be in trouble. It was even more uncomfortable than accidentally swallowing a fly when he opened his mouth to laugh.

No, what are you doing?

Old Gu’s sword hasn’t been released yet, and you are still fighting. Are you sick? I suddenly came like this!

Feng Zhongzui was the first to react and changed his mind in horror:

"Wait, is it that I was dazzled? Why did I seem to have a 'weather appearance' just now?"

This sound came out like a rolling thunder, instantly waking everyone up, and Gu Yu suddenly shuddered.

But he still needs to stop moving, and his waist is shocked...

"Seeking the sacred!"

His upper body clothes collapsed, and a circle of dazzling sword lights swept out from his neck, chest, and waist.

Blood splattered and his head tilted, Gu Yu clearly saw his hand holding the sword, including the other arm, flying out with the sword light.

The sword light evolved from the power of the four seasons, gathering yin and yang, and then turned into chaotic fog and dissipated after leaving the body.

——It is clearly what I haven’t cut out at the last moment, the ultimate killing move of the Eight Swords of the Zanggu Valley, the weather chaos!

"I'm in the sword?"
Chapter completed!