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

This is a person who devotes everything to Jian. Unfortunately, he does not have the peerless talents of Ximen Chuxue, Ye Gucheng, Yan Shisan, and Xie Xiaofeng, and can only choose to squeeze potential in repeated battles.

Successfully, the sword technique was broken through, the sky was high and the sea was wide, but it failed, three feet of loess and two green pine trees.

Seeing Guo Songyang, Lin Xuan thought of Dongfang Bubai, the peerless warrior who transcends everything, remains independent in the world, and becomes immortal. They are all the same people.

Dongfang Bubai was trapped in a world with underdeveloped martial arts, and it was difficult to raise dragons in shallow waters. Guo Songyang was trapped in physical talent, and had the heart but lacked strength.

The autumn wind is bleak, and all the grass withered, only the green bamboo stands in the wind, no matter how winds east, west, south and north.

Lin Xuan sucked a bamboo and rubbed it gently, leaving a bamboo pole that was ten feet long.

This is Lin Xuan’s weapon in this duel.

Guo Songyang said: "Do I not even have the qualification to ask you to draw your sword?"

"Of course not. The way of fighting is nothing more than to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses. Your swordsmanship is strong and powerful. If you attack with you, you will be at a disadvantage. You can defeat your hardness with softness and use a little to make a big difference. From the perspective of weapons, I will take advantage of it."

Guo Songyang smiled: "It is said that Lin Xuan is moody and kills people at will. Today, it seems that this is not the case."

With Guo Songyang's martial arts, it is impossible to tell that Lin Xuan only explained 30% of the reason, and the other 70% were naturally afraid that he would not be able to stop and take his life.

Guo Songyang said: "Looking at the world, you are naturally not the only one who can fight my life and death with me. But even if the force is ten times stronger than me, I may not take it seriously. If I want me to die at their hands, I will be even more unwilling to accept it! I will lose to you, and I will have no regrets."

Speaking of this, there is no need to say anything else. The rest of the matter will be handed over to the knife and the sword.

The sword energy hits people, and the heaven and earth are filled with desolate and solemn and murderous.

Guo Songyang drew his sword with his backhand, raised his chest, and his eyes were always kept away from Lin Xuan.

Knowing yourself and your enemy will never be defeated in a hundred battles. Although Guo Songyang is a martial arts nerd, he also understands this principle.

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

Sword technique, one knife and two cuts the river and the sea are broken,

Claw technique, destroying the enemy's head is like wearing rotten soil.

Fingering method, the finger force of the air holes in the metal through the iron.

The body movement, the floating lights float like an immortal.

Concealed weapons and iron-branded flying knives are indeed produced.

Internal skills, the Xuanmen is authentic and flawless.

This is a warrior who is perfect in all aspects. What's more important is that this warrior is very good at fighting and can fully utilize his own advantages.

Guo Songyang thought he had taken Lin Xuan enough, but now it seems that it is far from enough.

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

His hands were like holding guns, leading people into the iron-blooded battlefield, lonely smoke in the desert, sunset in the long river, Qiang flute in the lonely city, and horses whistle and whistle.

His hands were like holding a knife, bringing people into the romantic atmosphere of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, looking up at the universe, looking down at the categories, drinking the bend of water, and talking about the secluded feelings.

Two completely different artistic conceptions appear on Lin Xuan, blending and affecting each other, and even Guo Songyang's sword intent is affected.

Guo Songyang knew that he had to take action. If he dragged the tea, his sword intent would be completely destroyed by Lin Xuan. By then, he would have no chance to take action.

Guo Songyang's iron sword was swung out in the wind, and a black cold light hit Lin Xuan's throat. Before the sword arrived, the cold sword energy had already shattered the west wind.

Lin Xuan gently raised the bamboo pole in his hand and said softly: "The breeze is coming, and the water waves are not stirring."

Before he finished speaking, the west wind shattered by Guo Songyang's sword energy rose again, but this time it was not the cold autumn wind, but the spring breeze blowing on his face.

Warm and soft, make people want to find a place to have a good sleep.

Guo Songyang's true energy and sword energy are completely integrated. There is nothing else in his heart except sword, but he is a human being after all, not a sword. He has joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and seven emotions and six desires.

No one will hate the warm spring breeze, and the same is true for Guo Songyang.

His sword involuntarily slowed down, and the invincible strong sword energy became soft at this moment, just as Lin Xuan said, the breeze came and the water waves were not stirred.

Ah Fei was shocked. He had never seen such a way to attack.

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

The body slows down, and the moves slow down. By the time the mental consciousness reacts, everything is too late.

Lin Xuan's bamboo pole circled upwards a semicircle and cuts down like a knife.

Although it is a bamboo pole, with Lin Xuan's strong internal strength, this sharpness is even better than a big knife.

Guo Songyang knew that he had fallen into a disadvantage, shouted loudly, and the originally scattered sword energy condensed again at this moment, turning into a giant sword, pointing out Lin Xuan's move to slash 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 the sword have become one.

The powerful sword energy destroyed the dead branches and leaves on the branches.

The dead branches and leaves were destroyed by the sword energy and shattered into countless pieces, which seemed like the wind and rain all over the sky.

The autumn wind is like a knife, everything is silent, the sword energy is like frost, and the deep coldness is engraved.

Feng Dao and Shuang Jian were pressing each other, and within three feet of Lin Xuan were already covered by Guo Songyang's sword energy. No matter how they dodge in any direction, they seemed to be unable to dodge.

Lin Xuan's light skills are unfathomable, and he can also walk around in the siege of hundreds of Shaolin disciples.

But Lin Xuan still couldn't avoid the Feng Dao and Frost Sword.

This sword merged with everything from Guo Songyang. Lin Xuan respected this opponent. Even if he could dodge, he would not be like this.

Lin Xuan said softly: "Only the breeze in the forest and the bright moon in the mountains, the ears get it and the ears get it and the eyes get it and the colors become. It is the endless storage of the Creator, and I and I share it with you."

The bamboo poles spread out like flowers of the goddess, and hundreds of slender bamboo strips mixed with Lin Xuan's sword energy stabbed Guo Songyang.

The bamboo strips and the breeze are mixed together, and they are bamboo strips, breeze, and even more like sword energy.

Guo Songyang's sword has achieved his strength to the extreme, but he still cannot restrain his sword energy. The bamboo strips are everywhere and pierced Guo Songyang along the gaps of the sword energy, as if he wants to turn Guo Songyang into a hedgehog.

At this moment, Guo Songyang could not avoid it no matter what.

He didn't have to hide, the sword energy burst out suddenly, and the bamboo strips left Lin Xuan, and the strength was weak and they were shattered into pieces.

Guo Songyang cannot restrain his sword energy, but he can ensure that the bursting sword energy covers all aspects.

Unfortunately, after this move, his sword energy was exhausted and there was no room for maneuver.

The bright moon hangs high, and the moonlight shines on Guo Songyang. Accompanied by the moonlight is a bamboo knife as thin as a cicada.
Chapter completed!