Transcending into a blue scorpion

Lan Miao completely forgot that she was standing outside Lin Xian'er's house, and there was Jing Wuming in the house.

He has already recalled this decisive battle from ancient times to the present.

It is clearly written in the book that Guo Songyang is a dogmatic person.He not only wanted to fight for Li Xun Huan, but also went alone.

When Li Xun Huan arrived, he only found his body.His blood has been drained, and the 26 wounds on his body are white and gray, and the flesh is turned up.

Before he died, he tried his last ounce of strength to hang himself in the flying spring.

He still has something to tell Li Xunhuan.All he did was to tell Li Xun Huan these words.

Li Xunhuan also fully understood these words.

The wounds on Guo Songyang's body were very narrow and thin.This suggests that he was wounded by a thin, sharp sword.

The person holding the sword is of course Jing Wuming.

The parts of his wounds are very strange, and the depth of the wound is also very different from ordinary sword wounds.From these details, Li Xun Huan has seen the way of Jing Wuming's sword technique.

Li Xun Huan knew very well that Guo Songyang would not have suffered so many injuries.The competition between masters is only in an instant.With Guo Songyang's skill, how could he reveal 26 flaws in a decisive battle?And with the viciousness of Jing Wuming's swordsmanship, how could he not be able to catch even a single flaw, and unexpectedly fail to stab him to death?

Because these 26 flaws were deliberately exposed by Guo Songyang, he was able to dodge in time every time, so the injuries he suffered each time were not serious.

He did this because he knew that he would never be able to defeat Jing Wuming and Shangguan Jinhong, so he used his body as a warrior as paper and the enemy's sword as a pen to tell Li Xunhuan where Jing Wuming drew his sword.

Li Xun Huan is also not sure that he can beat Jing Wuming and Shangguan Jin Hong, but Li Xun Huan has beaten Guo Songyang before, so his probability of defeating them is always greater than Guo Songyang.

It is hard to say that he did not have Guo Songyang's part in his victory over Shangguan Jinhong in the future.

So Li Xunhuan wept for it.

Songyang Iron Sword, famous in the martial arts world, like so many masters who have fallen, turned into a piece of loess.His iron sword has since been inherited by his cousin Guo Ding.The next time Lan Miao sees "Songyang Iron Sword", it will be Guo Ding.

Lan Miao bit her finger vigorously, couldn't help but her eyes turned red, and said with hatred: "You really don't even have a half-hearted heart!"

In the maple forest that was as red as blood, there was only a solitary black figure walking slowly.

Guo Songyang held his hands behind his back and shouldered the famous Songyang Iron Sword.He wasn't walking slowly, but he wasn't fast either.

This may well be the last period of his life.

He should have been concentrating on the way to deal with his enemies, Shangguan Jin Hong and Jing Wuming.

But suddenly he couldn't control himself.

In his mind, he couldn't help reflecting the golden sun, the white clouds trimmed with silver, the flowers blooming with dew in the morning, and the breeze blowing the leaves.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh earthy breath.He has never noticed the loveliness of the world.

He thought of his father and Guo Ding. All this happened too early. Can Guo Ding bear this heavy burden?Guo Ding must take it.He even thought of the women he had experienced in his life.He never regretted not having a son, and he doesn't regret it now, but he couldn't help but think of these two words.

The maple leaves fell, as if a blue dress was dancing among them.

A charming figure emerged in his heart.The man was pinching his big black braid and was squinting at him, seeming very angry.

He knew that when this man woke up, he must have lost his temper, smashed the bed, and hated himself to death.

It's just that at this moment, when I think of him, does he think of me?Will he remember Guo Songyang when he punches, drinks, and laughs at Tan Lang in the future?

Shanquan couldn't give him an answer, but murmured his longing for the deep valley, and ran all the way down the mountain.

He used to only hate that the other party had too many concubines, but now he is very happy.

If Lan Miao is only close to him, sticking to him, hugging him wetly, coddling on the pillow, even stomping his feet in anger, and pulling his whip.When Li Xunhuan received Shangguan Jinhong's letter of challenge, did he still have the courage to fight on behalf of his friends?Can he still despise life and death, value loyalty, and ride alone?

Shangguan Jinhong once reprimanded Jing Wuming, thinking that "the you today are not the you of the past, because you already have love".

His way of coping is to let Jing Wuming kill the woman he loves.

It is indeed crisp and neat, cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots.

But the lover's eyes melt into each other, and the refined steel that has been tempered a hundred times will also turn into tender fingers.There are many heroes in the world, even if you have extraordinary martial arts and great aspirations, how many of you have passed the account of ecstasy and beauty?

Guo Songyang stood there for a while, then suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed.

The maple leaves have been frosted and have not fallen.Half of the maple forest was shaken by the howling, and the red leaves fluttered down.

Dressed in black, it came out from the tip, like a long rainbow, breaking through the rain of blood in the sky!

Li Xun Huan was lying on the bed, unable to move even a finger.

Lingling wiped her tears and said sadly: "So he is also a good person."

In Li Xun Huan's eyes, there seemed to be tears welling up.

He only wished that his luck could rush to the acupoint faster.

But no matter how fast his acupuncture speed is, can he catch up with Guo Songyang who is going to fight?

There are countless reds falling all over the mountain.

Someone has left footprints on the soil, and these shallow footprints are getting deeper and deeper.

In the deep forest, there was a person standing there quietly.The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, making his clothes reflect a strange golden light.

He wore a broad hat, the shadow of which covered his whole face.

But his gaze penetrated the bamboo hat, focusing on the intertwined sword shadows in the maple forest.

Blood splashed continuously from the sword energy, one drop, two drops, three drops, four drops...dozens of drops...the spring water swayed countless pink ripples.

He didn't move, didn't make a sound, didn't even seem to be breathing.In the woods, there are crows flying, and autumn insects chirping.But his surroundings were too dead, as if these little animals had never existed.

Among the burning red leaves all over the mountain, there was a thin and light sound faintly.

"Jingle Bell--"

Shangguan Jinhong's hat was still motionless.

When Guo Songyang saw Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming, he knew that he was definitely not their opponent.He and Jing Wuming may have the strength to fight, but there is still Shangguan Jinhong standing next to him.For a master like Shangguan Jin Hong, he only needs to be present in the duel, and it really doesn't make much difference whether he makes a move or not.

There were more than 30 wounds on his body, and as the blood continued to drain, his vision became blurred, and his energy flowed away like sand.This Songyang iron sword that has been with him for [-] years, like an arm, seems to no longer obey his will!

He had been stabbed under his right arm, beside his ribs, and on his knee.These parts, even if ordinary people chop randomly on the corpse, they may not be able to cut them perfectly.The angle of each sword of this man is beyond the expectation of the opponent.

Jing Wuming's swordsmanship is indeed weird, cruel, fast and poisonous!

Guo Songyang has retreated to the side of the road, and a hundred feet of flying spring hangs upside down from the top of the mountain.

Jing Wuming's sword sprang out like a poisonous snake, from bottom to top, directly picking at his lower abdomen.This is not a loophole that Guo Songyang intentionally let go of. If this sword is killed, the opponent will be ripped open immediately.

Guo Songyang took a deep breath, retreated from the shadow of the opponent's sword, and turned over the mountain wall.

He exerted his last strength to throw the Songyang iron sword in his hand.

His body suddenly stopped, and he stopped in mid-air.

Jing Wuming's sword has also reached out, still aiming at his lower abdomen.This sword is extremely thin and thin, without a trace of sword wind, without the slightest sound, and the speed is naturally extremely fast.

After Guo Songyang paused, like a puppet on a hanging wire, he suddenly rose above the treetops.

"Jingle Bell--"

On the back of Guo Songyang's collar, he was holding a white jade-like hand.The fingers are light, as if they are not carrying a strong man with hundreds of catties, but a bunch of plump and plump horse milk grapes.

A blue peacock's tail feathers hung down.

A ray of sunlight rolled by, and the viewer realized that it was not a tail feather, but a pair of sleeves.

Brown phoenix tail patterns were embroidered on the sleeves, shining brilliantly.

"Jingle Bell--"

Jing Wuming's swordsmanship is mysterious and strange, this sword is picked up from below.Without that hand, he could have lifted Guo Songyang's abdomen all the way to his chest.Guo Songyang rose two feet out of thin air, and the sword followed closely. When it reached the highest point, it could only lift up to the lower abdomen, but could not rise an inch.

On the tall branches, suddenly two blue lights flashed, and then flashed again.

At this moment, Jing Wuming had almost left the ground.

The strength on the warrior's arms comes from the waist, and the strength on the waist comes from the legs.However, the most fundamental thing is the interaction between the legs and the ground.The so-called "to learn how to hit the horse first", emphasizes the importance of horse stance skills.In martial arts, there are many masters of fist and palm, but few masters of legs. It is also because once a martial artist makes a kick, his lower body is bound to be vain.If the opponent's gong power is slightly higher, if he tries to induce him a little, he will inevitably fall down.

Jing Wuming's sword has been picked to the extreme, and the next move is the most vain moment.The remaining power has been exhausted, and the new power has not yet been born.The two points of light of Lan Jingjing and Bi Sensen collided with the thin sword, and with a sound of "ding", it jumped down like a snake.

Jing Wuming's reaction was also extremely fast, and he used all his strength to use the jackhammer.His back hit the ground with a "bang", and he rolled over a dozen times before turning over and jumping up.He gripped the sword in his hand tightly and stared at the branch.The dead gray pupils have shrunk, shrunk, as small as the tip of a needle!

At the same time, the hand touched seven acupuncture points of Guo Songyang.A charming face poked out from the branches and leaves.

Guo Songyang stared at this face, suddenly couldn't say a word!

He never expected Lan Miao to appear here.

Lan Miao also stared at him, and suddenly said mockingly: "Songyang Iron Sword is nothing more than that."

Guo Songyang said: "What are you doing here?"

Lan Miao said: "Whatever you come, I will do."

Guo Songyang sternly said: "I have already said that there is no need to repay the favor! Get lost!"

Lan Miao said, "Who wants to repay your favor? I'm here to fight."

Guo Songyang seemed to have heard the big joke, and said: "You want a duel? Put me down, you'd better go, it's none of your business here!"

Lan Miao sneered and said, "You can fight on behalf of Li Xun Huan, but I can't fight on your behalf? You are the only one who deserves a duel, and no one else is worthy?"

Guo Songyang lost his voice: "Have you met Li Xunhuan?"

Lan Miao sneered and said nothing.

Guo Songyang was silent for a while, his face was as cold as a rock, and he said coldly: "Opportunities to fight against Shangguan Jinhong and Jing Wuming are not always available! I hate others to intervene in a duel, seeing people meddling in their own business Passionate makes me sick, so leave your hospitality to others!"