Transcending into a blue scorpion

Guo Songyang saw Jing Wuming at a glance, and Guo Songyang was also reflected in Jing Wuming's pupils.

The Songyang iron sword on his shoulder suddenly buzzed.The thin and thin sharp sword in Jing Wuming's hand couldn't help shaking ripples like water.

These two contemporary peerless swordsmen finally collided together!

Guo Songyang's eyes suddenly lit up with scorching fire, and the soaring fighting spirit burst out from his body uncontrollably, approaching Jing Wuming.

He traveled all over the world, originally to challenge the world's masters.There are many people who use swords in this world, but few people use finesse.He had heard that Li Xun Huan had a friend who was skilled in swordsmanship, so he had long wanted to see him.But he hasn't seen A Fei yet, and he doesn't know A Fei.

Today, he bumped into another swordsman first!

Jing Wuming's gray pupils narrowed slowly.

His pupils are too light, and the whites of his eyes are gray, making it almost impossible to distinguish the eyeballs from the whites of the eyes, which are all dead gray.

When he looks at you, he doesn't seem to be looking at you.But when he wasn't looking at you, he seemed to be looking at you.

This pair of eyes originally did not put anyone in their eyes.

He suddenly said: "You are ranked fourth in the weapon list?"

Guo Songyang stared at him and said with a sneer, "The fourth can also beat the second."

Jing Wuming's hand was tightly clenched on the hilt of the sword, and a poisonous snake-like light suddenly spit out from his eyes.

He said, "You know me?"

Guo Songyang said: "I don't know."

Jing Wuming said again: "Do you want to compete swords with me?"

Guo Songyang said in a high voice: "Not bad."

Jing Wuming asked: "Am I on the weapon list?"

Guo Songyang stopped talking.

The masters in the world are not originally determined by the weapon spectrum.Undoubtedly, Jing Wuming just wanted to say one thing, the weapon manual is bullshit, and the ranking is Bai Xiaosheng's imagination.There are as many of these masters who refuse to accept the ranking as crucian carp crossing the river, and Guo Songyang is one of them.Bai Xiaosheng ranked him fourth, which was already astonishing, but he only felt that he was greatly insulted.

The two looked at each other, Guo Songyang suddenly sneered and said, "Your boss is Shangguan Jinhong?"

Jing Wuming stared at him with a pair of dead gray eyes, not answering his question.

Guo Songyang said again: "You are willing to be his subordinate, do you feel that you are not as good as him?"

The muscles at the back of Jing Wuming's neck twitched, but he still didn't answer.I am afraid that no one can answer this question.

Guo Songyang was surprised, and suddenly said sharply: "Winning or losing a duel is a common thing. I don't agree with bowing my head and being a dog. I am willing to compete with you, and I already think highly of you!"

Jing Wuming is loyal to Shangguan Jinhong, it's nothing at all.A courtier's loyalty to the emperor was originally the basic quality of a good courtier.

But Guo Songyang is not a courtier, and he will never be one.As a swordsman, even if he cannot live with dignity, he must at least die with dignity.Guo Songyang is not only a swordsman, but also a sword.If anyone were to bend this sword, it would simply break on the spot.

Jing Wuming's eyes were like nails, which seemed to have been driven into Guo Songyang's eyes.The rapier in his hand trembled involuntarily, making a sharp sound like a beep.

This remark undoubtedly offended him completely.

But in fact, the first sentence he uttered had already offended Guo Songyang.

The two stood in the courtyard, their swords were on edge, and they were about to make a move.

At this time, someone suddenly coughed lightly.

Lan Miao said softly: "This is an unfair duel."

Both Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming's eyes fell on him.

Lan Miao coughed a few more times, covered her lower abdomen, blood oozes from her clothes again.He said: "Shangguan Jinhong is on the mountain, he may come down at any time. With his martial arts, it won't take half a cup of tea time."

Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming didn't speak, Lan Miao was telling the truth.

Lan Miao continued: "When two evenly matched masters are dueling, one is standing next to a peerless master, while the other is only dragged down by a seriously injured person. Is this fair?"

The two still didn't speak, but they were obviously listening to him.

Lan Miao shook her head and said in a low voice: "The right time, place, and people can all affect the outcome of a duel... There is no difference of an inch between masters. The balance has obviously tilted. The result of this kind of duel, I don't want to know at all."

He suddenly raised his head and said to Guo Songyang: "If you must fight him, throw me away first."

He said "throw me away", and his arm slipped off the opponent's neck.

Although Guo Songyang is warlike, he is very principled.He was originally here to save people, and he would never do such a thing as sacrificing the person he saved for the sake of a duel.Seeing Lan Miao taking the initiative to leave, he retracted his arms and hugged Lan Miao back to his chest involuntarily, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lan Miao sighed, and said: "You are a top expert, so you naturally know that what I'm telling is the truth. If you want to have a fair duel with him, I have to go, otherwise I will be sorry for you."

He took a breath, coughed a few more times, and blood spattered between his fingers.He continued: "Fortunately, Shangguan Jinhong didn't show up for the time being. With you stopping Jing Wuming, I can escape for a while. But after I leave, you must change places. Otherwise, Shangguan Jinhong will arrive in no time, but it may not come to you Dueling."

What Lan Miao said was indeed reasonable, but Guo Songyang frowned, his eyes had already fallen on the wound on his abdomen, and he would never let go.He was so injured, let him go alone, wouldn't he be sent to die?

Jing Wuming saw the expressions of both of them in his eyes, and suddenly there was a vicious smile in his eyes, and he sneered: "You say I'm a dog?"

Guo Songyang sneered and remained silent.

Jing Wuming said: "Even if I am a dog, I am a man's dog. You are a woman's dog!"

Lan Miao suddenly let out a cry of pain, Guo Songyang grabbed his left arm too hard, pinched his arm bone with a "click", and almost added another fracture.All three people present heard his cry, but Guo Songyang's five fingers trembled slightly, as if he forgot to let him go.

Jing Wuming's deathly gray eyes swept across his face, and he said coldly: "You don't have to compete with me at all, and you are not worthy to compete with me... because you are bound to lose!"

Lan Miao felt that Guo Songyang's heartbeat was about to break his chest violently. The Songyang Tiejian who had fought all over the world could accept losing to a respectable opponent, but he couldn't bear such verbal insults.What's more, this insult is quite in place. People always get furious when they are poked at the pain point. He is already going crazy.

Of course, the situation cannot continue like this.

Lan Miao suddenly asked, "Do you like Shangguan Jinhong?"

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which completely stunned Guo Songyang and Jing Wuming.

Lan Miao looked at Jing Wuming, and continued: "You admit that you love being his dog, but how do you do it? Do it above or below? On the bed or outside?"

These words are too much information for Guo Songyang, he half understands, and his facial expression is unpredictable for a while.But Jing Wuming's entire face was distorted, and only Lan Miao was left in his eyes.The next moment, he was in front of Guo Songyang, with a flash of sword light in his hand, he was already running towards Lan Miao's neck.The duel and the like are all floating clouds, and it is serious to kill this person first.

After Lan Miao released the trick to pull hatred, she already had something in her hands.As soon as Jing Wuming's figure moved, he punched the box of snails in the face, and at the same time shouted: "Take me away!"

The scene was so chaotic, Guo Songyang had no choice but to leave.Jing Wuming's target was not him, and he couldn't compare swords with Lan Miao in his arms.He drew his sword to block Jing Wuming's move, the man flew backwards, landed on a horse, and cut the noose with his backhand.

The horse's buttocks were suddenly poked with a sword, and it hissed in pain.Let go of all four hooves and run wildly, and in a blink of an eye, he is submerged in the billowing smoke and dust on the official road.

The last time Guo Songyang rescued Lan Miao, it took Lan Miao three days to wake up.

This time, Lan Miao passed out for more than three days.His internal organs were bleeding profusely, two ribs were broken, and the sword wound on his lower abdomen almost cut him in half.If you don't lie in bed for three months, you will not get better.

He was in a coma for nine days before waking up at dusk.It was dark, and the stars were dotted.It took a while to realize that this was a private house, and I was lying on the bed, those starlights were the dark blue prints on the homespun curtains.

There was no one in the room, the wound on his body had been bandaged, and he was covered with a clean and warm homemade quilt.

These things can only be done by Guo Songyang.

Lan Miao thought to himself, Guo Songyang treated him too well, he had nothing to repay him, so he could only promise him with his body.

He saw a round stool by the bed, and a glass of water on the stool, which should have been left behind by the other party when he left.He felt thirsty, turned slightly, and wanted to reach for it.But he overestimated the extent of his recovery, and as soon as his arm moved, it fell down with a painful grunt.But it stretched too fast, it reached the stool, and smashed the porcelain cup down.

He took a few breaths, and footsteps could be heard outside the room.After a while, the man in black opened the door.

Guo Songyang glanced at it and knew what happened.He didn't ask Lan Miao, just poured a glass of water on the table and handed it to the bedside.

Lan Miao thanked softly and reached out to pick it up.But he couldn't help shivering all the time, and splashed half a glass of water on the quilt.

Guo Songyang simply sat by the bed, pulled a pillow for him, and fed him the glass of water.

Lan Miao looked at the other party, and couldn't help saying softly: "I don't thank you for your kindness...but thank you for saving me."

Guo Songyang glanced at him, his eyes were full of connotations, his expression was slightly weird, and he didn't speak.

Lan Miao thought to himself, if the other party still wants to do this or that with him, he is too embarrassed to find an excuse to refuse.What should I do?In fact, sleeping with the other party is not a big deal, Guo Songyang is such a talent... He couldn't help but blush a little.As long as you turn off the light and take the initiative yourself, no matter how much you try, he won't be able to find out.

Thinking of this, he moved his shoulders and changed his posture slightly.The long, black and voluminous hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her skin whiter than snow.Lan Miao's lips were originally bright red and plump, very sexy.But he lost a lot of blood, and he was a little pale, which made me feel sorry for him.

At this time, he raised his silky winking eyes to look at Guo Songyang, the eyes were full of affection, as if they contained infinite love and admiration.There are not many men in the world who can resist such a graceful beauty huddled under the quilt.

Guo Songyang was out of order, he glanced at him again, then looked away, and still didn't speak.

Lan Miao felt a little strange, slowly stretched out her right hand, grabbed the other's palm, and said softly, "Mr. Guo, do you have anything to say?"

Guo Songyang's expression seemed to change between joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and he said lightly: "I have something for you."

Lan Miao focused her eyes and said, "What is it?"

Guo Songyang got up and left, and soon came back with a cloth bag and handed it to him.

As soon as Lan Miao lowered her head, she saw her two breasts.

He stared at Guo Songyang, and Guo Songyang also stared at him.

Lan Miao Wangtian screamed, turned her head and got under the quilt.Then he cried out again, his ribs were still broken.

But regardless of whether the ribs were broken or not, he wrapped the quilt tightly around his body and refused to come out again.