Martial arts world explorer

Chapter 120
Guo Songyang's spirit, internal strength, and body are all integrated with his sword. His sword is no longer steel, but a spiritual weapon.

This is a person who dedicates everything to the sword, but unfortunately, he does not have the peerless talents of Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Yan Shisan, and Xie Xiaofeng, so he can only choose to squeeze his potential in battle after battle.

If it succeeds, the swordsmanship will break through, the sky is high and the sea will be wide, but if it fails, there will be three feet of loess and two green pines.

Seeing Guo Songyang, Lin Xuan thought of Dongfang Bubai, the peerless martial artist who transcended everything, left the world and was independent, and ascended to immortality after becoming a fairy. They are all the same person.

Dongfang Bubai is trapped in a world where martial arts are underdeveloped, and it is difficult to raise dragons in shallow water. Guo Songyang is trapped by physical talent, with more energy than energy.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the grass is withered, only the green bamboo stands against the wind, letting the wind from east to west, from south to north.

Lin Xuan took out a piece of bamboo at random, rubbed it lightly, and left a bamboo pole ten feet long.

This is Lin Xuan's weapon in this duel.

Guo Songyang said: "Am I not even qualified to let you draw your sword?"

"Of course not. The way of martial arts is nothing more than making use of strengths and avoiding weaknesses. Your swordsmanship is fierce and fierce. If you fight against you, you will be at a disadvantage. With softness to overcome strength, you can use four or two to pull a thousand catties. From the point of view of weapons, I have taken advantage of it." .”

Guo Songyang smiled: "It is said that Lin Xuan is moody and kills casually, but today, it seems that is not the case."

With Guo Songyang's martial arts, how could it not be seen that Lin Xuan only said [-]% of the reasons, and the other [-]% was naturally afraid that he would not be able to hold back and took his own life.

Guo Songyang said: "Looking at the world, you are naturally not the only opponent who can fight me to the death, but even if the force is ten times stronger than mine, I may not take it seriously. I am unwilling! I have no complaints or regrets when I lose to you."

Speaking of this, there is no need to say anything else, the rest is left to the sword, to the sword.

The sword qi attacked people, and the world was full of desolate and chilling meaning.

Guo Songyang drew his sword with his backhand, held it flat against his chest, and never took his eyes off Lin Xuan.

Know yourself and the enemy, you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles, even though Guo Songyang is a martial idiot, he also understands this truth.

Before coming here, he had already fully understood Lin Xuan's unique skills.

The knife technique, one knife cuts two rivers and seas,

With the claw method, destroying the enemy's leader is like wearing rotten soil.

Fingering, the volley refers to the power to penetrate gold and iron.

Body skills, floating in the air like a fairy.

Hidden weapons, such as iron brand flying knives, are not in vain.

Internal strength, Xuanmen is authentic and perfect.

This is a warrior who is perfect in every aspect, and more importantly, this warrior is very good at fighting and can fully utilize his own advantages.

Guo Songyang thought that he had paid enough attention to Lin Xuan, but now it seems that it is not enough.

Lin Xuan held the bamboo pole in both hands, and stood unevenly, but it gave people a very contradictory feeling.

The hands are like holding guns, leading people into the iron-blooded battlefield, the lonely smoke in the desert, the sunset on the long river, the Qiang flute in the isolated city, and the sound of horses.

The hands are like holding knives, bringing people into the romantic atmosphere of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, looking up at the universe, looking down at the categories, flowing the water, and expressing the quiet feelings.

Two completely different moods appeared on Lin Xuan, blending and influencing each other, and even Guo Songyang's sword intent was affected.

Guo Songyang knew that he had to make a move, and if he delayed for a cup of tea, his sword intent would be completely destroyed by Lin Xuan. At that time, he would have no chance to make a move.

Guo Songyang's iron sword swung out against the wind, and a jet-black cold light hit Lin Xuan's throat. Before the sword reached, Sen Han's sword energy pierced West Wind.

Lin Xuan gently raised the bamboo pole in his hand, and said softly: "The breeze is coming, and the water is calm."

Before the words were finished, the west wind that was shattered by Guo Songyang's sword energy was blown up again, but this time it was not the cold autumn wind, but the spring breeze.

It's warm and soft, making people want to find a place to sleep well.

Guo Songyang's true qi and sword qi are completely fused together. There is nothing else in his heart except the sword, but he is a human after all, not a sword. He has joy, anger, sorrow, joy, emotions and desires.

No one would hate the warm spring breeze, and Guo Songyang is the same.

His sword slowed down involuntarily, and the all-conquering fierce sword energy became soft at this moment, just like what Lin Xuan said, the breeze is coming slowly, and the waves are calm.

Ah Fei was stunned, he had never seen such a way of shooting.

Lin Xuan's move was not against Guo Songyang's sword energy, nor Guo Songyang's moves, but against Guo Songyang, a living being.

When the body slowed down, the moves also slowed down, and by the time the spiritual consciousness reacted, it was already too late.

Lin Xuan's bamboo pole circled upwards in a semicircle and fell like a knife.

Although it is a bamboo pole, under the blessing of Lin Xuan's strong inner strength, the sharpness of this blow is even better than that of a broadsword.

Guo Songyang knew that he had fallen into a disadvantage, so he shouted loudly. At this moment, the scattered sword energy re-condensed and turned into a giant sword, breaking through Lin Xuan's move and smashing Huashan.

Guo Songyang let out a long roar and flew into the sky, and the iron sword also turned into a flying rainbow.

His man and sword have become one.

The threatening sword energy caused the dead branches and leaves to flutter down from the branches.

The dead branches and fallen leaves were destroyed by the sword energy and shattered into countless pieces, which looked like a sky full of wind and rain.

The autumn wind is like a knife, everything is silent, the sword energy is like frost, and it is deeply cold.

The wind, knife, frost, and sword were pressing against each other, and within three feet of Lin Xuan, Guo Songyang's sword energy was enveloped. No matter how he dodged in any direction, it seemed that he could not dodge.

Lin Xuan's lightness kung fu is profound and unpredictable, even in the siege of hundreds of Shaolin disciples, he can walk in the garden with ease.

But Lin Xuan still couldn't dodge the wind knife and frost sword.

This sword combines all of Guo Songyang, Lin Xuan respects this opponent, even if he can dodge it, it won't be like this,

Lin Xuan said softly: "Only the cool breeze in the forest and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ear and become a sound, and what can be seen by the eye can become a color. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible. They are the endless treasure of the creator. My son and I are in harmony."

The bamboo poles scattered like a goddess scattering flowers, and hundreds of slender bamboo strips mixed with Lin Xuan's saber energy to stab Guo Songyang.

The bamboo strips and the breeze are mixed together, it is the bamboo strips, it is the breeze, and it is the sword energy.

Guo Songyang's sword had reached the ultimate level of fierceness, but he still couldn't restrain the sword energy. The bamboo strips penetrated every hole, stabbing at Guo Songyang along the gap of the sword energy, as if to turn Guo Songyang into a hedgehog.

This time, Guo Songyang couldn't escape no matter what.

He didn't have to dodge, the sword energy erupted suddenly, and the bamboo strip broke away from Lin Xuan, and was twisted to pieces due to lack of strength.

Guo Songyang couldn't restrain the sword energy, but he could ensure that the burst of sword energy enveloped all aspects.

It's a pity that after this move, his sword energy has been completely exhausted, and there is no room for maneuver.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight shines on Guo Songyang's body. Accompanied by the moonlight is a bamboo knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

Qingfeng Mingyue Knife!

(End of this chapter)