"Especially after learning that you have become the emperor one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one one" Tu Qianhao laughed desolately!
"Oh," at that moment, I was suddenly completely disheartened! At that time, I said, I'm going to kill Gu Duxing, but the black demon said, he is already the sword emperor, what rank is your throne? "
When he said these words, he imitated the tone of the young black devil, that kind of gloom and sarcasm, unexpectedly vivid. It shows how much stimulation these words 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, is it okay?"
Tu Qianhao snorted: "Although I, Tu Qianhao, am dead, I am still a thousand times better than those bastards who only talk bad things about people behind their backs but dare not confront the enemy face to face!"
"Ten thousand times prouder than them!"
Tu Qianhao roared.
This sentence was obviously too big, the emotion fluctuated violently, and the sword wound on the chest spurted out blood.
Gu Duxing's expression was shocked, and he pointed like a knife, and tapped his heart twice to stop the blood.
Tu Qianhao's complexion became as golden as paper, and he smiled warmly: "Don't bother, I'm here today to seek death! Do you really think that I, a seventh-rank king, can defeat a sword emperor?" ?”
Gu Duxing sighed speechlessly, and said sadly, "You could have survived."
Tu Qianhao smiled casually, and suddenly said: "But now I have infinite confidence. If I have a chance to fight you next time, I may not lose!"
"Because when I was about to die, I suddenly realized my own way of the sword, my own sword emperor enlightenment!"
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 worriedly at his increasingly pale face.
Tu Qianhao coughed, mocked himself a little strangely, and said, "Do you know when I came to this realization?"
"When?"
Gu Duxing couldn't help but go the same way.
"When the tip of your sword pierced my heart, that boundless feeling of death suddenly surged, but at that time, I realized my own way of the sword." Tu Qianhao smiled brightly: "The tip of the sword pierced my heart, I unexpectedly Breaking through at that time... Hahaha... It's so fucking funny! It's so fucking funny! It's so fucking funny, "" Gu Duxing couldn't help being speechless!
I don't even know what to say.
The enemy's sword pierced my heart, and I broke through at that moment, "This kind of encounter really makes anyone speechless when they hear it.
"It turns out that the saying that the greatest breakthrough can only be achieved at the time of life and death is not in vain."
After Tu Qianhao laughed, he sighed sadly, and murmured: "I remember that senior once said: the breath of death is the precursor of a breakthrough. I have always been puzzled, but today, I finally understand... huh..."
He murmured and smiled ecstatically, then turned his head suddenly, looked at Gu Duxing with burning eyes, and said, "Gu Duxing, although I am dead, my swordsmanship cannot be wasted! Please, do me a favor."
"What's busy?"
Gu Duxing had vaguely guessed it.
"Only you can understand my state of mind at that time, so I will tell you my swordsmanship."
Tu Qianhao's pupils suddenly widened, revealing a fanatical expression: "Gu Duxing, I hope my swordsmanship will be famous all over the world! Megatron Nine Heavens! Please help me!"
"I?"
Even though Gu Duxing had already guessed it, when Tu Qianhao said it himself, he still felt shocked all over his body!
"I can call your family experts over, and you can teach them."
Gu Duxing said indifferently.
"no!"
Tu Qianhao was determined, and snorted coldly: "They don't deserve it! They can't understand! Gu Duxing, don't waste my life!"
After finishing speaking, Tu Qianhao didn't wait for Gu Duxing to answer, and said to himself: "My feeling is called 'forget love, forget everything, forget yourself, forget moment, forget the sky, forget the earth... forget love!"
"Forgetting everything is the highest state of my engraving method!"
Tu Qianhao said with difficulty: "Listen up..."
As he spoke, he began to speak recklessly, and as his voice spoke little by little, Gu Duxing gradually immersed himself in it...
With Gu Duxing's cultivation base, he felt the strength of this state almost as soon as he heard the first sentence.
So he concentrated all his energy and tried his best to listen to every sentence, every word.
Tu Qianhao has already run out of fuel, and he might die the next moment before he finishes speaking; this kind of understanding that was exchanged for his life, in this life, he only has the chance to listen to it this time!
If you can't remember, not only will you be sorry for yourself, but you will be even more sorry for Tu Qianhao!
If you can't remember, Tu Qianhao is probably the real one, and he will die with peace in his eyes!
The two stood facing each other, with a long sword gleaming with cold light in the middle! The hilt of the long sword, in Gu Duxing's hand, was as motionless as a rock for ten thousand years; the tip of the long sword, in Tu Qianhao's chest, was still slowly soaked in blood, "Forget about feelings!
If Chu Yang were here, he would have let out a long sigh, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.
In his previous life, Tu Qianhao became one of the twelve influential figures in the Three Heavens, relying on his "Wangqing Sword". Relying on the word 'forgetfulness,' Tu Qianhao once rushed to the shoe peak of the middle three days!
Slaughter all the heroes, wielding a sword and laughing proudly!
It was Tu Qianhao!
In the year when Chu Yang fell, Tu Qianhao gathered all his insights into a volume, and prepared to march for three days. Chu Yang didn't know if he would succeed in the future. But he knew that the book written by Tu Qianhao was named "Book of Forgetfulness". Now, Tu Qianhao has comprehended the "Sword of Forgetfulness" undoubtedly twenty years earlier than in his previous life! But what is worth lamenting is: this The Wangqing sword technique can no longer be used by Tu Qianhao, the inventor!
The "Book of Forgetting Love" that once shocked the entire Zhongtian, in this life, will never appear in Zhongtian's turbulent arena again!
This is not a pity!
In the past three days, the twelve influential figures "Mengluo Qionghuatian is not as good as the sky, Mengluo has fallen into the remnants of flowers, and there are no bones left." ! Now, the life path of the "Qianhao Xiezi of the Ink Sword", the "Qianhao" among them, has also come to an end ahead of schedule!
After a long time, "Do you remember?"
Tu Qianhao's voice was weak, but he still asked urgently.
"remember."
Gu Duxing took a deep breath.
"You... read it again and I'll listen..."
The pupils of Tu Qianhao's eyes had dilated a little, and he murmured: "Who will use the Wangqing swordsmanship in the future, might they think of me, Tu Qianhao?"...
"Forget Love Sword..."
Gu Duxing knew that Tu Qianhao was worried, so he recited this set of Wangqing Sword Sutra softly and clearly.
But Tu Qianhao's face showed a strange loneliness, as if he didn't hear what Gu Duxing was saying, he just tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening to something, and murmured: "It's really boring!"
"what?"
Gu Duxing hurriedly asked, but there was no response; when he looked closely, he saw Tu Qianhao's body standing upright, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he was already out of breath.
The founder of Wangqing Sword Art, one of the twelve influential figures, when he was about to die, the last words he left behind were: Really boring!
The last three words of this generation of hero who fought in the rivers and lakes, had a colorful life, and died with a beautiful soul, are really unremarkable!
No one knows, where is the boring? Why is it boring
Or did he have a new understanding at this last moment? But this, "no one knows.
Gu Duxing let out a long sigh, and gently drew out his long sword.
The Black Dragon Sword escaped from Tu Qianhao's chest like a pool of clear water. Gu Duxing retreated two steps, looked intently at Tu Qianhao, clasped the sword in both hands, saluted solemnly, and said seriously: "Brother Tu, you can go with peace of mind! The Sword of Forgetfulness will surely bloom in the rivers and lakes with the brilliance it should have! "
Tu Qianhao's body stood upright, with a beard all over his face, trembling in the wind, his eyes were empty and filled with endless arrogance, but he was lonely, lonely, and with a strong sense of sarcasm.
It seems to be ironic that my own life is so ridiculous and helpless; it also seems to be ironic that the tens of millions of people who are still living in this world are so boring, so stupid, and so vulgar!
His hand hangs down naturally, and there is still a sword in his hand, and the light of the sword is flickering, flickering and flickering.
He just stood like this, even though he was dead, even though he was just a corpse, he still had the heroic spirit of being one man and one man in charge! Awe-inspiring style!
On Gu Duxing's black dragon sword, blood dripped down like drops. Reluctantly sliding down the tip of the sword, it dripped into the dust, splashed a little dust, and the dust curled away.
"This is Jianghu..."
Gu Duxing let out a long breath, which he had suppressed for a long time, but at the moment when he finally let it out, he felt a sense of loss.
"Jianghu, there are so many right and wrong, but there are so many right and wrong; life and death, who can say innocent and calm?"
He sighed, stepped back a dozen steps, and stood with his hands behind his back. Seriously looking at Tu Qianhao who had lost all his aura, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated, and he said softly: "Brother Tu, the road to hell is far away, take care all the way!"
"Little Lord!"
The twenty masters of the Tu family cried out in grief, rushed forward, and threw themselves in front of Tu Qianhao, only to find that Tu Qianhao was not breathing, and was completely dead!
They couldn't help screaming wildly, turned around like a whirlwind, looked at Gu Duxing firmly, and said in grief and indignation: "Your surname is Gu, you dare to kill our young master?"
Gu Duxing looked at him coldly, and saw that the person speaking was an old man with beards, with tears in his eyes, looking at him angrily. He couldn't help but said coldly: "Why, Brother Tu didn't tell you guys before this?"
Tu Qianhao has calculated everything; even he himself must die, he has already calculated clearly; how could he not make his own explanation to these people
Gu Duxing absolutely does not believe it!