Chapter 1511: Plum Rain Hides Its Name and Fights for the Season, Planting Grains and Eight Gates Change Life and Death

The world comes into view again.

Xu Xiaoshou saw shocked faces.

They looked at themselves and the kendo board at their feet. Their faces and eyes were overflowing with disbelief, eagerness, and a touch of jealousy.

Whether it's Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, Liu Fuyu, Guyu...

Snapped!

Xu Xiaoshou slapped his hand fiercely: "Wake up!"

Only then did everyone wake up from a dream, each one blinking wildly or secretly slapping their hands.

The secret formation diagram under Xu Xiaoshou's feet was withdrawn, but the reality told everyone that it was no longer an illusion.

"Is it over?" Mei Siren came back to his senses in a daze.

"It's over." Xu Xiaoshou looked over with a smile.

"Have you gained a little bit?" On one side, Gu Yu said solemnly.

"Something gained."

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head and looked at the player who was supposed to be the third one to challenge him. He was still an old player and said with a smile:

"The person I am now is no better than the person I was then."

"I know what Mr. Gu wants to say, but at this time..." He paused, " Mr. Gu should also know what I want to say."

Guyu's face was filled with deep condensation, and he remained silent after hearing the sound.

How could he not see that Xu Xiaoshou had not only gained a little, but also gained a lot? Moreover, his current level of swordsmanship had most likely risen to more than one level, and he might even have surpassed him!

Such monsters are no better than ordinary people. They should be understood to be on the same level as the Eight Deities. They are existences that can transcend eras and ignore the time gap.

but……

Retreat?

After thinking about this, Gu Yu lost his mind.

The secluded cave flashed through his mind, which delayed him for an era;

Flashing past the pastoral life that I abandoned when I climbed Guizhe Holy Mountain, the dreams I planted when I was young are only in the fields when I grow old, and they will never bloom vivid flowers;

He dodged the semi-holy person in the Holy Hall. Only by possessing it could he have the slightest chance of catching up with the others;

Flashed past...

Too much has passed by.

Finally, the scene froze and flashed to the young man in front of him.

Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and this is the case. If I don't fight, fight, or fight, how can I reach the final state of ancient swordsmanship?

If you retreat this time, you will not only avoid its sharp edge, you will also avoid the ancient sword cultivator's indomitable path, and you will avoid the rest of your life!

So……

Should I still avoid it?

Guyu suddenly smiled with relief.

The answer was actually given when he took the initiative to seek an opportunity at Guizhe Holy Mountain.

"Xu Xiaoyou, give it a try."

Gu Yu said, slowly raising his sword.

At this moment, everyone could feel the condensed sword intent around them.

The sword intention was very light and shallow, with a feeling of being aloof from the world, floating lightly in the wind and snow, like mist rising.

After careful understanding, there is a deep edge inside, but it is not that the swordsmanship is hidden but not used, but rather like...

Contradictory?

Xu Xiaoshou frowned.

This was the first time he felt such a weird sword intent.

Guyu does give people the impression that he does not fight, but at this moment he wants to fight again. People are like swords. At this moment when his sword is unsheathed, he feels "out of place"!

For no reason, Xu Xiaoshou felt a throbbing feeling of wind and snow. He frowned and glanced at Mr. Siren, asking for instructions in his eyes.

"well……"

The Mei Si people sighed deeply and didn't even respond. They waved their paper fans and walked away from the battlefield.

This time he walked so decisively that Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even see clearly what was on his paper fan.

No intervention?

Also, at this point, every old man has his own choice.

Now that Gu Yu has spoken, it means that he has thought about everything, including achieving passion or accepting failure.

No matter how much outsiders say or persuade...

useless!

"Come again?" Feng Zhongzui outside the field just grabbed the preaching mirror and pointed it at the upcoming battlefield. Ignoring the cold gaze of the old family master, he said excitedly:

"The third battle of the Seven Sword Immortals... After Master Shou's enlightenment, will he fight the No. 1 Sword Immortal on the preliminary list?"

"The two old men smiled at Liu Fuyu, and the flowers came to the north to welcome him. This is the last one, fighting the strongest one!"

"It's worth mentioning that the strongest at that time may not be the highest at this moment, because we all saw Master Shou's epiphany just now... almost all of his secret formations of swordsmanship were lit up!"

"Then, whether it's true or not, whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll find out in one battle!"

It has to be said that Feng Zhongzui is very good at finding these gimmicks.

Not only did these words make the spectators in the five realms look excited and hungry, but even Yang Xizhi's face next to him didn't look very good.

It's as if the Second Sword Immortal is nothing...

"It's called 'Mei Ziyu', a second-grade spiritual sword."

There was a rather lamentable sound in the field. The image of the preaching mirror was enlarged in time, and the sound was also enlarged:

"A long, long time ago, it was already a second-grade spiritual sword."

"I have traveled through countless mountains and rivers with me, and fought against countless people, including the Yutu and Meisi people you are familiar with..."

But when Gu Yu's fingers lightly touched the sword, Mei Ziyu trembled slightly and hummed spiritually.

Compared with the four fierce swords, Emperor Sword Duzun, Yan Mang, Hu, etc., it is quite quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou looked along.

This sword is apricot-colored, three feet long and three fingers wide. There are gray spots on the sword, like raindrops, and the sword is covered with a layer of mist, which is extremely mysterious.

"Good sword."

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but praise.

The quality of a sword depends not only on its grade, but also on its aura.

Although Mei Ziyu is in the second rank, I think it just lacks the nourishment of fame. If Fan Guyu didn't have that retreat in the last era, I think...

After thinking for a while, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to understand why this old man seemed to be indifferent, but now he was full of enthusiasm.

Seven Sword Immortals, fight for the name!

"嘤——"

Xu Xiaoshou also pulled out Tibetan Ku, and the third level beat the second level. This is the best battle to become famous!

Watching the luck of the swordsmanship, the sword finger stroked, Zangku screamed strangely, and the sword began to twist like a blood-thirsty maggot.

Full of spirituality.

and spiritual perversion.

Not at the same level at all.

Looking at some curled blades and damages on the Zangku Sword, Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said with the same sigh:

"It's called Zangku. When I was young, it was just a ninth-grade spiritual sword..."

Feng Zhongzui's eyes suddenly lit up, and he realized that Master Shou was about to tell a story about him and the sword.

This is huge news. No matter how everyone digs it up before, it can't be as true as the person involved himself telling it!

If he fights against the Sword Immortal three times in a row, Master Shou will become famous all over the world.

His earliest sword, which concealed the secret of suffering, was sure to make waves once it was passed down to the world.

Ever since, the preaching mirror gave up on the First Sword Immortal Gu Lao and aimed at Master Meng and his black sword, so fine that even the pits on the sword were magnified.

Xu Xiaoshou was moved a lot by Gu Lao's words, and he said with some emotion:

"When I was in the Spiritual Palace, I had not yet awakened, and my talent was indeed outclassed by everyone else. Even the first form of Baiyun Sword Technique, Baiyun Youyou, I have been practicing for three years without any results."

"And of all the assets I have, this ninth-grade spiritual sword is the most valuable. It's called 'Hidden Suffering', which means everything in the past. If you hide everything, maybe there will be a good outcome, whether it will bring peace of mind or not?"

As he spoke, Xu Xiaoshou's mood sank and he sank into the boring, closed and lightless white ward.

He was silent for a few moments, then spoke again:

"I am also in retreat."

"I fight tooth and nail for the dominance of a small outer court."

"I told myself that there is only one last chance left. If I don't succeed, I will be successful!"

"Actually, I failed..."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled, raised his head, looked at Mei Ziyu, glanced at Gu Lao, and finally his eyes returned to Zang Ku.

Zangku seemed to feel his master's low mood, he didn't dare to shake it so much, and made a comforting sound.

Suddenly he straightened up and then curled up, releasing the sharp sword energy, about to pierce into the master's heart and get intimate.

Xu Xiaoshou grabbed the broken sword, shook his head and laughed:

"I died once."

"Or more than once."

"But who in this world has not died several times?"

He looked at Mr. Gu: "Fate has brought us to this day, so we don't have to cling to the past. It's easier to let go, isn't it?"

The wind was drunk for a moment.

Mei Si was stunned.

All the spectators in the five regions were stunned, feeling that Master Shou's words seemed to contain a lot, but no one knew why.

Guyu pondered and looked at Zangku. He didn't expect that this sword, which was so short in age, had so many stories.

But in the end, she only mentioned Mei Ziyu and said firmly:

"Yes, Xiaoyou Xu, it is indeed easier to let go."

"But if my life is miserable, it will be a death sentence. At the end of the day, why not give it a try and see if I can break free from this shackles and restraints?"

"It's just as you said..." Gu Yu looked intently, raised the sword in his hand and handed it to him:

"If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person?"

So, everyone lives under strict rules, and they all want to escape from the cage, but they can't?

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the day. Without saying a word, he raised his sword and touched it with Gu Lao's.

Oops...

The invisible sword intent swings away.

In the battlefield, two fervent voices came out that had nothing to do with themselves and only respected the name of the sword:

"Mei Ziyu, please fight!"

"Hide the pain, please fight!"

The spectators in front of the preaching mirror instantly became excited.

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the mirror and said excitedly:

"In the third battle of the Seven Sword Immortals, you are not fighting for the Sword Immortal self, but you are fighting for the name of these two swords?"

Not only did he see it, but all the ancient sword cultivators around the battlefield understood Gu Yu and Xu Xiaoshou's plan at this moment:

It doesn't matter what the outcome is. After this battle, Mei Ziyu and Zangku will definitely become famous!

After Gu Lao touched the sword, he took the lead to distance himself, but did not take action immediately. Instead, he laughed loudly and said:

"Xu Xiaoyou, Gu knows that you have gained something, so you won't be too embarrassed."

"In my life, I have fought countless battles and lived in seclusion. I gained enlightenment during the war and gained insights in the countryside. Then I also realized a set of swordsmanship and several realms..."

Guyu pursed her smile and her expression returned to solemnity:

"I only have three swords, please give me your advice!"

"If you can catch these three swords, Gu will be willing to help you reach the top of the Seven Swords Immortal. You can use them at will in the future."

"If not, how about you retreat after the war, return to Jade Capital City, and promise not to go near this place for at least a month?"

After hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of joking: "I don't dare to take advice as an advice, but Mr. Gu... I will be at a loss if I bet like this."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Gu Yu raised his head and laughed, but then shook his head: "No, you won't lose. Even if you gain a little bit, you will gain a lot from fighting with Gu!"

"good!"

Xu Xiaoshou immediately responded in a resounding voice, and was too lazy to engage in intrigue and bargaining.

He wanted to see what kind of ability this so-called senior had. He dared to open his mouth and make such a boast after he showed the real sword secret array diagram, and threatened to make him gain more.

"Come on!"

The battle was about to break out.

The preaching mirror expanded and covered the entire battlefield.

By the way, it also gave the reaction of Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, Liu Fuyu and other ancient sword cultivators who were watching the battle in the corner below.

At the same time, Feng Zhongzui spoke very quickly, and explained a few words to the ignorant:

"I will not explain it to you, sir."

"Old Guyu, why can he be the first in the initial list of the Seven Sword Immortals this time and be called the 'First Sword Immortal'?"

"Old Gu entered Taoism with the Nine Swordsmanship when he was young, and later practiced other swordsmanship. He is good at all kinds of illusions and emotions, and Mo Wuxin's attainments are not low. The only regret is that he is not good at ghost swordsmanship."

"Old Gu is too old, he is the best... Anyway, he is a man from many generations ago, how can he be compared with old man Youtu? Huan, talked about the heart with Mr. Siren, talked about the old Yang Xizhi and Feng Tingchen with my old master... Finally ended with the sword of love and entered the sword. "

"It can be said that he is the most standard ancient sword cultivator, impartial, neutral and peaceful, and walks the path of the most authentic sword god Gu Louying except for Liu Fuyu Liu Jianxian!"

"And now!"

Feng Zhongzui looked at Gu Lao's starting style, which had the meaning of nine swords forming a formation, and shouted: "I guess his first sword should be the best 'Zhonggu Eight Gates Sword'!"

Swish.

The wind and snow stopped.

The climate in the battlefield was actually a little warmer, and there was an illusion that the cold was going to go and spring was coming.

Wait...

It's not an illusion!

It's really getting warmer, even the climate has changed?

Xu Xiaoshou held his breath, feeling the wind and snow melting around him, and the dead branches sprouting green, and finally couldn't help but glance at the old sword fairy opposite.

"Go!"

Guyu threw up the plum rain, and the spirit sword shook, splitting into eight phantoms, slowly falling.

Buzz...

The sword spirit screamed immediately.

Guyu's body surged with various weather images like waves, including spring rain at dawn, hot summer dry forest, autumn quiet wutong, and winter glacier.

During the four seasons of weather changes, it soon returned to the two phases, turning into the reversal of yin and yang, and the disorder of day and night.

Finally, the sky was clear and the earth was turbid, merging into one energy, and turning into a chaotic phase of thousands of miles.

"Love swordsmanship, mortal sword, and weather phase!"

When Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have some feelings, Feng Zhongzui in the distance had already exclaimed, and then he shouted with a string of cannonballs:

"You must have heard of the life phase of Sword Saint Rao and the teacher-student phase of Mr. Siren."

"It is said that the way of the mortal world is supreme, but how can there be a difference in the phase? It's just that the sword god Gu Louying has cultivated the mortal phase, and the phase reaches the heart, and he regards the mortal world as the most respected."

"However, apart from the mortal world, the teacher-student relationship can also gather thousands of beliefs and determine the original heart; Gu Lao's weather phase is based on heaven and earth and taken from chaos."

"In my opinion, heaven, earth and people also have grades, but the phase is not divided into high and low, it only depends on how the ancient sword cultivator uses it. Do you agree?"

This statement fell into the ears of the five-domain spirit refiner, but it was nothing.

However, to the ancient sword cultivators around him, it was undoubtedly a groundbreaking theory!

Feng Tingchen's face tightened, and he was about to teach this outspoken youngster a lesson, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that Feng Zhongzui's words actually made some sense.

Mei Siren looked at the lawless boy in surprise. Before this, even he himself thought that the teacher-student relationship was a little inferior to the relationship in the mortal world, and it was a small relationship...

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but look back and glance at Feng Zhongzui.

Guyu laughed loudly upon hearing the sound, and said with great pride:

"You are right. There is no difference between the two. But now there are gods and Buddhas. In ancient times, there were many who were insightful and rarely dealt with the truth. Xu Xiaoyou, my first sword is the 'Eight Gates Sword of Planting Valley'!"

"Take the time of 'Spring grows in summer, Autumn harvests in winter', the order of 'Yin comes in Yang order, turbid wells are clear', the order of Time Illusion is nine, and the 'Weather Phase' of the sword of love is used. If necessary, use 'Flying Clouds' as a guide, and see how you can break my sword!"

With a sound, the spirit sword Mei Ziyu flew across time and space with the eight weather images around him, suppressed thousands of miles, and slammed Xu Xiaoshou into the sword formation that was self-contradictory and self-changing.

Guyu's eyes turned cold, and the sword intent burst out. He just made a decision and shouted:

"Eight Gates of Planting Valley change, the sword is determined to be born, and evil chaos appears!"()