Yue Buqun: I'm already cultivating immortality, why would I still want to be the leader?

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Not many people know about Guo Songyang's climb to Mount Hua.

But Lin Xian'er found out.

Then it's not a secret.

At least that's the case for the Money Gang.

"Regress?"

"Ok."

Guo Songyang was very depressed, but relaxed.

He took a deep breath.

Three times in a row.

His eyes became calmer.

Jing Wuming's eyes turned cold and he drew his sword.

But Guo Songyang was more decisive than him.

The speed suddenly exploded.

But this is not a straight line, nor is it as strangely fast as the Exorcist's Body Movement.

It is like a butterfly flying through a sea of flowers.

Change the trajectory at will.

Keep changing angles and positions.

The condensed sword light exudes a chilling chill that captivates the soul.

Ding.

A creepy fear that penetrated the soul slowly spread out.

If it were the Guo Songyang from ten breaths ago, he would definitely be in a panic right now.

But at this moment, Guo Songyang, who had let it go, began to return to his former peak level.

He went straight ahead fearlessly.

pale.

Cold.

overbearing.

This is the mystery of the ancient Songyang Iron Sword.

Jing Wuming's left-hand swordsmanship is deadly and extremely lethal.

Scenes of sword lights stabbed past.

Tit for tat.

You meet your opponent in chess.

In a flash, more than forty moves passed.

Chapter 296 The Embryo of Sword Intent

Jing Wuming's sword is faster and more powerful than the legend says.

Specialize in unconventional approaches.

Weird and twisted.

Every sword strike is a necessary saving point for the opponent.

The angle and attack point of each blow are beyond the opponent's imagination.

It is rare for an ordinary swordsman to be able to perform such a sword technique occasionally.

But every move of Jing Wuming is like this.

If Guo Songyang hadn't recovered as the game went on.

The more he kills, the more he looks like a peerless swordsman.

Otherwise, Guo Songyang would have been defeated long ago.

Ding.

Guo Songyang's sword became neutral and domineering.

Showing the spirit of a king.

It just happened to restrain Jing Wuming's evil nature.

If it were in the past, Jing Wuming would probably be defeated after two hundred moves.

But Guo Songyang had just recovered, and Jing Wuming was no longer the same Jing Wuming.

The sword intent tempers the air.

Ruthless and cold.

Guo Songyang took a step back in shock.

Jing Wuming's killing sword came towards him.

Slightly different from the previous one.

Bleak and mournful.

The sound of the wind breaking through the air turned the mountain plain in front of Lengxiang Cottage into a silent world.

Because that's the only sound here.

Not even a breathing sound.

Ding Ding Ding!

Guo Songyang retreated repeatedly.

But he also knew about Jing Wuming's transformation.

So drop all burdens.

Even defense.

Concentrate all the splendor of your life into the next sword.

All broke out in the next moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

But Jing Wuming's eyes were extremely calm.

The eyes are like a bright moon in the water, seeing and grasping everything that happens before the eyes.

Guo Songyang's final brilliant outburst.

Jing Wuming's suppressed, evil, weird and cold sword intent rushed out.

Everything is frozen at this moment.

Guo Songyang flew out directly.

Jing Wuming fell completely silent.

"Go well."

Lin Xian'er, who witnessed all this in Lengxiang Cottage, looked at Guo Songyang's body and whispered a blessing.

But this blessing is a bit strange.

There was actually a hint of sarcasm.

Huayin.

Next to the tavern.

Li Xunhuan, who was carving a wood sculpture, noticed something.

Stand up suddenly.

But when he saw that the person coming was Guo Songyang, he put down the flying knife in his hand.

"What brings you here?"

Li Xunhuan was very surprised by Guo Songyang's arrival.

The two of them have no friendship.

But they are both swordsmen.

There is a strange connection between us.

"I came to have a drink with you."

Guo Songyang sat down with the wine in his hand.

Very rude.

Very direct too.

Li Xunhuan frowned.

I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"do you know?"

Guo Songyang said, "I've wanted to see you for a long time."

"Why?"

Li Xunhuan was puzzled.

But he still sat opposite Guo Songyang.

"In the beginning."

Guo Songyang replied, "I want to challenge you to a duel. I want to know why Bai Xiaosheng ranked you ahead of me."

"That happened a long time ago."

"No, you have many opportunities in the process, why not?"

Li Xunhuan was puzzled.

"At least three chances."

"But every time I see you drinking."

Guo Songyang recalled, "One time, when you were down and out, I didn't want to defeat Li Xunhuan like that. Another time, when you were drinking with Hu Bugui and the others, and I didn't want to disturb your enjoyment. The last time, I discovered that your sword was even more terrifying than the legend said, and I was no match for it."

"It may be your illusion."

Li Xunhuan did not give a positive answer.

At this moment, he was certain that something had happened to Guo Songyang.

And it's not an ordinary thing.

"A few times later."

"I saw you guys drinking."

Guo Songyang continued, "At that time, I always thought, if I hadn't met that woman, maybe I would have been a regular at the tavern."

"It's okay now."

Li Xunhuan unscrewed the seal on the wine jug.

Guo Songyang also wanted to do this, but his hands began to tremble and his face gradually turned pale.

"That's what I thought."

"But look at me now..."