I, Ding Xiu, am the number one killer of Gu Long Martial Arts!

Chapter 405: Seven-year Agreement!

Blue sea and blue sky, destiny meets.

Hearing Ding Xiu's sigh filled with emotion, the man in white standing on the bow of the boat suddenly said, "Why sigh? I'm not dead. If you want to take action, you can come to me at any time."

"is it?"

Ding Xiu said noncommittally: "I thought you would be immersed in the failure of the battle just now. Now it seems that a failure is far from enough to make you decadent."

The man in white said: "My father has never won a single victory in his life, and he has never been discouraged. What's more, I only lost once. The martial arts and swordsmanship of the Marquis in Purple Clothes are indeed worthy of my defeat."

Ding Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked: "That sword was just a little off. Are you not afraid at all that you will die?"

Hearing this, the man in white was silent for a while, but he didn't remain silent for too long. After just a few breaths, his eyes slowly moved away from Ding Xiu's body, looking upwards, looking up at the sky, sea and sky. A misty white cloud said slowly in his mouth: "I have dedicated my body to martial arts, and I want nothing more than to give up my sword."

"Ugh"

Upon hearing this, Ding Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "Maybe I shouldn't have come to you, but for some reason, I still came."

"Yes, you really shouldn't have come."

The man in white looked at Ding Xiu, his originally cold eyes turned hot again at this moment, and the long sword sheathed in his hand also trembled at the same time.

"buzz"

Like a living creature, full of spirituality, the sword body was trembling violently. The sword intention of the person holding the sword was also rising. In the blink of an eye, it was once again pushed to the top.

The man in white ignored that he was seriously injured and targeted Ding Xiu, saying calmly: "Please!"

"please?"

When Ding Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but raise his brows. He looked at the man in white, as if he was looking at something incredible, and what came to his ears was naturally an incredible word.

The man in white said indifferently: "Please take action!"

"what!"

Ding Xiu couldn't help but shook his head, and let out a chuckle. He smiled and said: "If it were before, before you fought against Zi Yihou, I might still be interested in taking action, but now."

Having said this, he paused for a moment before continuing: "Your opponent is not me, but don't worry, I have carefully prepared three opponents for you, just seven years from now."

"No need to wait!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the man in white interrupted Ding Xiu's words and said coldly: "The best opponent in this world is already in front of me. I can't wait for a moment, let alone seven years?"

"Zheng"

The words in his mouth fell in a hurry, and then, accompanied by a clear and passionate dragon roar, the long sword in the palm of the man in white was already unsheathed, blooming with the most dazzling sword light in the world.

The lightning-like sword light flew out, and white shadows flashed. In an instant, he had struck out seven or forty-nine swords. Each sword was a killing sword, unrivaled in sharpness, tearing the sky apart!

But Ding Xiu remained unmoved at all, until the sharp sword light was like a violent storm, overwhelming the sky and the earth in a blink of an eye, reaching a few feet in front of him. However, he saw waves rising from the sea, flying into the sky, and a stream of water rose up from the ground. The wall blocked the sharp sword.

"Qiang" The sword of the man in white cannot be said to be very fast, but it has reached an incredible level. Seven or seventy-nine swords, one sword produced several changes, and thousands of attacks arrived almost at the same time, slashing through the water wall. However, what is unexpected is that the wall of water turned out to be impregnable and blocked the sword of the man in white.

"This"

"How is that possible?!"

Unbelievable, unbelievable, the scene in front of him was an unprecedented blow. The person in front of him was like a majestic mountain that could not be pleasant, blocking all his sight at this moment.

In my eyes, in my heart, at this moment, there is only the opponent in front of me!
"Drink~~~~"

Taking a deep breath and forcing down the disbelief in his heart, the man in white ignored the injuries on his body and used the long sword in his hand. The Yuan Gong he suddenly raised brought almost unbearable pain to his seriously injured body, but he still Without caring, he forcibly handed over the long sword in his hand.

All the natural power of heaven and earth was incorporated into the sword, forming the most extreme offensive. He wanted to break through the defense of the water wall in front of him in one fell swoop. However, he never thought that when the sword's edge struck, the originally stationary wall of water would continue to rotate. , in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge whirlpool.

The long sword that broke through the air penetrated into the whirlpool and was restrained in an instant. The man in white could even clearly feel that his power was leaking out, and the direction was clearly the whirlpool in front of him.

"crash"

The seawater surges, roars, and the whirlpool rotates, creating a huge swallowing power that seems to be able to swallow all external forces, naturally including the power of the man in white.

Fortunately, Ding Xiu had no intention of killing the man in white here, so after devouring part of the man in white's power and getting what he wanted, he reversed the vortex.

"boom"

The original power of swallowing turned into repulsive force and exploded. The powerful torrent of power directly knocked the man in white back from the bow to the stern. He was about to fall into the sea, but at this moment, Ding Xiu's figure appeared. , disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already on the bow of the ship.

A force calmed the boat and at the same time stabilized the figure of the man in white who was about to fall.

"Why bother?"

Ding Xiu said: "If it were in your heyday, you might still be able to fight me, but you would only be able to fight me. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

The man in white has regained his composure, just like the words in his mouth, as indifferent and calm as before, but in the calm, he still inevitably has a bit of unprecedented excitement and excitement. This kind of excitement and excitement is much better than when he faced the purple-clothed Hou. When the time comes, it will come even more intensely.

"As long as you know."

Ding Xiu said calmly: "In the battle with Ziyihou just now, the injuries you suffered were very serious, and most of the sword energy you have cultivated for many years has been drained. Now you are no longer at your peak, even if you force a move , you can’t get what you want from me, so why waste your efforts?”

The man in white didn't answer, but asked silently: "Do your words count?"

"Of course it counts."

Ding Xiu smiled and replied: "So, you'd better calm down and recover quickly, otherwise, you will definitely regret it." As he spoke, without waiting for the man in white to respond, his figure floated back, accompanied by the sea The waves were sparkling, drifting farther and farther along with the gentle sea breeze, and only the whispers of words could be heard faintly in the wind.

"Seven years from now, there will naturally be people on the shores of the East China Sea who will be your opponent."

(End of this chapter)