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Chapter 385 The Grand Master of the Eighth Heaven, Gu Yang!
The moment Qin Rushuang appeared, Meng Chixing's heart sank, and he felt a little bit of retreat.

This white-clothed man's martial arts are unpredictable, and the Xuanyuan Sword of the Empress Qin Rushuang is known as the best weapon in the world, even the Heaven's Punishment Sword of West Kunlun is not as good.

But just as he was about to retreat, he suddenly realized that the man in white who had superb lightness kungfu in front of him... had lost his mind!

Gu Yang looked at Qin Rushuang, who was wearing a bright yellow robe. He hadn't seen her for two years. She had changed a lot, her demeanor was more majestic, her eyes were colder, and she was independent.

She was holding the Xuanyuan sword, and the sword energy was swallowed secretly, with the feeling of cutting the world, but just standing aside brought a lot of pressure to Meng Chixing.

The long wind blew her hair, and each hair was crystal clear, with jade light flowing.

Gu Yang looked at her with a smile, completely forgetting that there was a strong enemy by his side.

"Mr. Gu be careful!"

Jiang Caiwei yelled, extremely worried.

Qin Rushuang didn't recognize Gu Yang immediately, but the man in white in front of her gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The jade hand gently held the hilt of the sword, and the golden sword energy revealed its sharpness, making Meng Chi walk like a light on his back.

Meng Chixing gritted his teeth. With such a good opportunity, if he can get rid of this unfathomable opponent, the Central Plains will definitely be seriously injured!

At the risk of being besieged, he brazenly used the strongest move of the red flower flame hand, the sky fires a prairie fire, and he slapped Gu Yang's head with his palm.

In the critical moment, Gu Yang remained unhurried, his body suddenly became very soft, and his clothes bulged like waves on the sea.

boom!
Meng Chixing slapped Gu Yang with a palm, with a hint of joy in his eyes, he hit it!
But in the next second, his heart sank.

Because he felt that he was not hitting a person, but a ball of cotton, a cloud.

Nine Yin Scriptures, Feixu Jin!

This martial art is equivalent to the Eighteen Falls of Zhanyi in internal skills. When it is practiced to a great degree, it can make the body soft as cotton in an instant, and remove the opponent's strength to a great extent.

At this moment, when Gu Yang envoys him, his body is like flying catkins, floating like a cloud, in the midst of the sky, ten thousand dharmas do not touch his body, and even the palm of the great master can be easily removed.

It can be said that he has escaped from the cage of Feixu Jin and has reached a higher level that is divinely clear!

The depth in Gu Yang's eyes faded away, revealing a smile.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for successfully copying the Chihuo Divine Art. May I ask whether it has been integrated into the Sun Scripture?"

Without any hesitation, Gu Yang chose to blend in.

Although the Chihuo Divine Art is strong, it is still inferior to his current Sun Scripture. After fusion, the root is still the Sun Scripture.

The next moment, a volcano erupting suddenly seemed to appear before Gu Yang's eyes, and endless magma spewed out. For a moment, the sky was dark, sand and rocks flew, and all animals panicked.

All the mysteries of the Chihuo Divine Art were displayed before Gu Yang's eyes, and then they were incorporated into the Sun's Sutra and turned into the foundation of the Sun's Sutra.

Gu Yang looked at his attribute panel.

Name: Gu Yang

Strength: Grand Master (eight heavens)

Repair points: 230 million

Talent: slightly
Martial arts:

Sun Sutra [Unrivaled Divine Art] (No.12 Floor 0/6000000)

Taiyin Scripture [Unrivaled Divine Art] (No.12 floor)

……

Gu Yang was very satisfied. He traveled around the world and searched for adventures. He raised the scriptures of Taiyin and Taiyang to the No.12 floor, reaching the bottleneck.

Now that he has absorbed the Sun's Scripture, the bottleneck has been broken, and he can continue to improve, but unfortunately the required cultivation points are also an astronomical number.

After regaining his senses, Gu Yang found that Meng Chixing actually...wanted to run?
Obviously, Meng Chixing was frightened by his performance just now, and found the gap between the two.

I slapped with all my strength, but I couldn't cause any harm to others. This only shows that the difference in martial arts between the two is too great, and the man in white is just playing with him.

Coupled with the presence of the empress in person, Meng Chixing felt that he was about to collapse here if he didn't run away.

But unfortunately, he understood it too late.

Gu Yang sighed softly, and there was a dagger as long and narrow as jade in his sleeve.

This knife is very beautiful, the blade is as transparent as an ice crystal, and its color is crimson, rippling in the sun like glass-like light marks.

Red Sleeve Knife!

As soon as the knife appeared, Qin Rushuang's pupils trembled, and she stood there blankly, looking at Gu Yang.

Jiang Caiwei flashed a hint of fascination, it is really a beautiful knife, like a work of art.

Meng Chixing felt a chill in his heart, and a terrible sense of crisis landed on his heart, which was the breath of death.

Chihuo's true qi fought to turn his fate, boiling and roaring like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, and even burned his own meridians because of his excessive luck.

For a moment, Meng Chixing's skin turned crimson red, plumes of blood smoke came out, and even the blood was burning. At this moment, he desperately wanted to escape from this place.

However, the next moment, the sound of the sword chanting sounded.

There was a clear chant like the sound of heaven in the valley, wisps of strange fragrance filled the air, and the red sleeve knife had turned blood red, as if it had been stained with fresh blood.

The sun in the sky dimmed, as if evening had fallen.

The pattering rain fell like silver lines running through the sky and the earth. Every drop of rain expressed sorrow and sorrow.

Lovesickness is like rain, and a knife is gentle.

Qin Rushuang also seemed to have rainwater in her eyes. She understood the knife and revealed a surprising smile.

And the people around were still immersed in the artistic conception of this gentle knife, unable to extricate themselves.

If it is said that the sword is the king of the sword, and the sword cuts the middle, like a god and a devil, then the red sleeve knife in the evening drizzle is the poet and artist in the sword technique, pursuing the ultimate beauty.

The red sleeve knife, as thin as a cicada's wing, was stained with red blood.

Strangely, the blood quickly disappeared, while the red sleeve knife became more and more bright, crimson like jade.

Meng Chixing was still standing in the air, there was a red line around his neck, and his eyes showed disbelief.

He didn't believe that he just died like this?

He has amazing luck since he was a child. At the age of seven, he accidentally fell into the Scarlet Temple and learned the Red Fire Divine Art. Later, he swallowed a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit to transform his physique.

This was the first time he set foot in the Central Plains, but it also became the last.

His mouth trembled slightly, and he asked the last words before he died.

"who are you?"

He was extremely unwilling, how could he die in the hands of an unknown person?
He has learned that even if he dies, he must be vigorous. He would rather die at the hands of heroes than succumb to death among young people.

Gu Yang sighed lightly, feeling a little respect for this enemy.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Old man, don't sleep."

Clang!
Jiang Caiwei only felt the box behind her vibrate violently, and the Red Misfortune Knife let out an excited screech, soaring into the sky with the aura of the knife.

Gu Yang held the handle of the knife and flicked it lightly.

With this bomb, the blade came to life inch by inch, bursting into gorgeous flames.

Red Hazard Knife, fully awakened!

Jiang Caiwei stared blankly at this scene and opened her mouth.

This... how is this possible?

As we all know, there is only one owner of the Red Hazard Knife, and that is...

Jiang Caiwei's pupils shook violently, thinking of a possibility.

(Thank God for the [-] tip for the idiot, and thank Gu Yue Gaoxuan for the [-] tip. Comparing my heart!)
(End of this chapter)