Everyone in the audience was stunned. Do you still want to fight?

The Mei Si people dodge into the battlefield, "You don't want your life?"

"Help me..." Gu Yu lowered his voice and muttered, then stood proudly with the support of Mei Si people, "I said three swords, it is three swords."

"Are you sick?" Mei Siren almost threw the man in his hand away. In your state, you still want to think of a third sword? Why don't you go to heaven!

"Xu Xiaoshou may not even be able to beat me now." Mei Siren also whispered.

"You don't have to step down for me." Gu Yu frowned.

"I'm not joking!"

Gu Yu glanced at the serious look on his old friend's face, lowered his head, gave a final nod of recognition, and then raised his eyes to look at Xu Xiaoshou:

"It's just a gentleman's words. A horse cannot be chased. I said you will learn something..."

Snapped!

The Meisi people simply threw it away.

Before Gu Lao could finish his words, he stumbled two and a half steps to the side, finally tripped himself and fell to the ground with a thud.

Feng Zhongzui's preaching mirror "didn't have time" to move and "accidentally" broadcast the scene.

Xu Xiaoshou was even more silent and said after a while: "Mr. Gu, there is really no need to continue fighting..."

This old man's biggest flaw has been discovered by himself.

If you fight further, you don't even need to open the second world. Xu Xiaoshou can take him away with his heart sword technique.

As for learning...

The old swordsman no longer has any experience points to squeeze out of him.

But a stubborn donkey is a stubborn donkey, and he never listens to advice, "No! If I say three swords, I mean three swords!"

"But even if there are thirty more swords, you are still no match for me."

Guyu's face turned red. These words obviously hurt his heart, but he still said stubbornly: "I didn't say I had to use this third sword against you!"

"oh?"

Now Xu Xiaoshou was curious.

If you don’t do it to yourself, then who should you do it to?

He glanced around at the many ancient sword cultivators, and finally settled on Mr. Si Ren, falling into deep thought.

Yes, it seems that ancient sword cultivators are bound to retaliate against evil...

"I'm doing this to myself." Gu Yu's face looked a little sad, "Of course, I'm doing it to the world as well."

What does this mean?

This time, not only Xu Xiaoshou, but everyone was unable to react.

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and intuitively sensed that something was wrong. He didn't dare to make any mistakes and kept Gu Lao locked on to record the scene.

Mei Siren suddenly left and came back, his face unmoved, he just grabbed Gu Yu's hand and said seriously: "You can't beat Xu Xiaoshou!"

"Actually, I had a premonition..." Gu Yu smiled in relief.

"You can't do it!"

"No, Siren, you don't know what I'm going to do."

"Others don't know you, but I still don't know you? Do you want to die?" Mei Siren's eyes were full of anger.

But the stubborn donkey was still the same stubborn donkey. Gu Yu shook his head again, squinted at the unpredictable sky, said in a shaky voice, and murmured softly:

"Hear the Tao in the morning and die in the evening."

…

In front of the preaching mirror of the Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, Su Qianqian, who was holding the demon sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord, suddenly lost focus and his brain went blank.

She had always looked at this Mr. Gu and felt that he looked familiar. Ever since he chose to fight Brother Xiaoshou, his temperament had felt inexplicably familiar.

But I still can't remember where the familiarity is, after all, the two have never met before.

Until now!

Until this sound comes out!

Recalling her previous challenge and looking at her sighing expression at this moment, Su Qianqian finally understood where that sense of familiarity came from.

Isn't this exactly the behavior and expression that grandpa used to challenge the eight masters in the inheritance pearl that his third uncle gave him?

Exactly the same!

Even the words after the war are exactly the same!

For a moment, Su Qianqian's eyes turned red. She didn't know what Gu Lao wanted to do, but she seemed to be able to predict the future.

In the Eighth Palace.

After digesting the spiritual swordsmanship, Xiao Qixiu's eyes widened and he stared at the preaching mirror again.

This mirror is a true "preacher". Xu Xiaoshou's three battles alone can raise the level of ancient sword cultivators in the world by more than one level!

Southern Territory.

Xiao Wanfeng, Feng Xiaose and others stared at the mirror.

Gou Wuyue and the Eight Masters were also thoughtful, their gazes kept going back and forth between Mei Si and Gu Yu.

In the middle of a war.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the heroic and righteous aura coming out of Mr. Gu's body, tightened his sword, and said decisively:

"do not fight!"

Guyu turned his head and looked.

Everyone looked at the preaching mirror.

Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, let out a laugh, and said:

"I surrender."

At this moment, he also felt that the situation was not good, because he also thought of Su Qianqian.

The only difference is that Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had become the Eight Masters at that time, and Gu Yu was the soul of the dead that was about to be born under his sword.

Xu Xiaoshou had gone from not approving the actions of the Eight Masters against the Su family to now approving the heroic spirit of the ancient sword cultivators of this era who sacrificed their lives for the name of Dao Ke.

Although recognition is recognition, it does not mean that he wants to be that kind of person or that he will "achieve" those people like the Eight Masters.

His sword only kills those who deserve to be killed.

Otherwise, Xu Xiaoshou will not make random jokes about "life" unless necessary.

Gu Yu seemed to know what this young man was thinking.

This time, he relied on his own strength to get up from the ground and stand firm.

With a call of his hand, he summoned Mei Ziyu, whose sword was somewhat broken after Tianjie was broken.

He stroked the sword in his hand, his eyes swept across the faces of ancient sword cultivators, and finally settled on the preaching mirror, and his voice became impassioned:

"I have a sword. I need to account for the past, be responsible for my choices, and have a clear future!"

"I have a sword to cut off cowardice, cut off indecision, and learn from one's own heart!"

"I have a sword!" Gu Yu's voice suddenly dropped, he turned his head, looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and his tone became very, very low:

"I'm lost and can never go back."

"I hope you can remember it well and remember it for me."

After a pause, he looked back at the preaching mirror again, with nostalgia in his eyes, and shouted loudly:

"Remember him!"

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and was about to speak.

Guyu suddenly threw the sword in his hand upwards, and the awe-inspiring sword intent burst out from his eyes, and the swords became one in an instant.

Plum rain, the second heavenly solution!

"Pattering..."

The fluttering raindrops fell again, full of determination and decisiveness, without any hesitation before.

Xu Xiaoshou turned his stunned gaze to Mr. Siren.

The latter didn't say anything, let out a long sigh, and left the battlefield.

No one knows better than the people of Meisi how big a change Gu Yu has made at this moment. He could have calmed down his sword, spared himself, and spared Gu Jian Dao.

But that's how he's been for the rest of his life.

No one can control a person's choice for a peaceful life or a bright moment.
To be continued...