Guo Songyang's momentum is still rising, and Lu Fengxian is still standing there. He is indeed a calm person. A calm person often lives longer than others, but this time he is facing Guo Songyang. His move may be useful to deal with other people in the world, but may not be effective for Guo Songyang.

Guo Songyang took a step on his left foot and then took another step on his right foot. Each step was accurately measured with a ruler, and it was no different!

He left footprints of average size and depth at each step.

Lu Fengxian still didn't move because now he found out that he didn't know how to move.

Movement means not moving, and motion means not moving.

It was not until this moment that Lu Fengxian deeply understood why Guo Songyang was ranked fourth in the weapon spectrum and above him.

The north wind stopped, and fog suddenly rose in the mountains. The fog was not thick, but after the sunset left, it made people's vision blurred. Guo Songyang walked over step by step, and Lu Feng first knew that when Guo Songyang stopped, it was the moment when his internal strength accumulated to the peak, and that moment was when the other party drew his sword.

The snow around him fell, as if he could not bear Guo Songyang's amazing sword energy. Under the raging sword energy, Lu Fengxian's confidence was not that strong. Lu Fengxian looked at Guo Songyang gradually approaching, and suddenly felt an indescribable pressure.

He suddenly felt that the person who came over was not a person, but a god. Lu Fengxian was originally a very patient person, but now he didn't dare to wait anymore. He was afraid that he would not even have the confidence to take action if he waited any longer. He had entered an ethereal state, with an empty sect all over his body, and there was no empty sect all over his body, but now he was about to move, reluctantly moving.

Suddenly, the west wind rose, blowing away the thick fog and blowing the flying snow. Lu Fengxian clearly saw Guo Songyang's face and clearly saw Guo Songyang's dark scabbard. Somewhere ghost fire was generated, and the green and bleak green shook Lu Fengxian's eyes. Just then, Lu Fengxian blinked his eyes first. He must not have blinked this time.

At this moment, Guo Songyang's sword had been unsheathed, as blue as autumn water, bright as the galaxy, and a sword light rolled around. It was an indescribable sword light. The attacker was moving above the nine heavens. Guo Songyang interpreted this sentence very well.

Guo Songyang had his sword in his hand, and Lu Feng set his hands empty-handed.

It doesn't matter whether they have weapons when they reach the realm of the two. As long as they are willing, any part of their body can become a weapon for killing.

So Lu Feng first abandoned the silver halberd and trained three fingers that could cut gold and jade. Facing this sword light that was as powerful as thunder, Lu Fengxian felt calm. After being shocked, he was very calm, and Lu Fengxian abandoned his winning intention at the last moment and entered a mysterious state.

Guo Songyang sacrificed his life to the sword, and there was nothing else besides the sword. With a three-foot edge, the heroes were restrained. With one sword coming out, who can resist in the world?

Lu Fengxian lurked for ten years, confident that his martial arts skills are no longer inferior to anyone. This time he must prove that he was lonely for the past ten years, and that ten years of hard work have not been in vain. Under the might of Guo Songyang, he has made a new breakthrough at this time. He is confident that Guo Songyang, who is invincible in the world, will be defeated by him.

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

Guo Songyang's eyes never left Lu Fengxian's hand, and he knew that this hand was indeed terrible. But his sword never stopped. His people and his sword had merged into one, and he would never distinguish each other again.

The sword light flashed, and the sword light paused. Guo Songyang's sword was clamped by Lu Fengxian, but the tip of the sword had already pierced into Lu Fengxian's left chest. The blood stained the white clothes red, and before it landed on the ground, it had become ice.

Lu Fengxian smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and said with regret: "If I give me a while, this sword will not penetrate my heart."

Guo Songyang said silently: "There is no if in the world, and you will still lose again."

Lu Fengxian pulled out the tip of the sword with his fingers. Guo Songyang did not stop him. Blood was spurted out from Lu Fengxian's chest, so that he would die faster.

Lu Fengxian said hatefully, "Since there is Lu Fengxian in the world, why is there another Guo Songyang?" After saying that, Lu Feng fell down first. It was not him who was wrong, but he was indeed not as good as Guo Songyang. It is not a pity that Lu Feng died first at his hands. For a real warrior, death is the destination. Whoever can be undefeated will win forever.

Guo Songyang was dressed in black like ink, darker than the night. He cut off a large piece of gravel with one sword and buried Lu Feng first. Tomorrow is the time for him to fight against Li Zhichang. Then will he bury Li Zhichang or Li Zhichang bury him?

Not far from the tower, the Blue Scorpion saw two people, two teenagers, and two teenagers in yellow shirts. If she had done this in the past, she would have been unable to help seducing such a teenager, but now she seemed to have seen a ghost. The two teenagers were Shangguan Fei and Jing Wuming.

Shangguan Fei said: "Isn't this a blue scorpion? Where can I go?"

Blue Scorpion snorted coldly without speaking, and Jing Wuming stood there, which made her very afraid.

Shangguan Fei said coldly: "You dare to take people away from our money helper, and you dare to tell us to see them. Now you don't have to go anywhere."

Blue Scorpion sneered: "You go back and ask Shangguan Jinhong, can you keep me, Blue Scorpion?"

Jing Wuming suddenly said, "I heard you take action very quickly?" Everyone who is familiar with Jing Wuming knows that he hardly speaks unless he wants to kill someone. Jing Wuming's voice is not cold, but it is indeed not like a human voice. He only speaks for words, and he kills for people.

A chill suddenly broke out in Blue Scorpion's heart. She dared to swear that she had never seen someone like Jing Wuming in her life. And just now, Li Zhichang not only destroyed her weapons, but also shattered her confidence.

Blue Scorpion laughed and said, "If I take action, someone will die. Do you want to see it?" Her confidence is no longer as strong as before.

Jing Wuming said: "Okay, I'll ask if you want to die now?"

Blue Scorpion felt like a madman, you could not keep up with his thinking at all. She wanted to escape from this hellish place and escape from these hellish people. She replied: "Who in the world really wants to die." She secretly looked at Jing Wuming's sword again, and his sword was hanging on the left hand side. The person with the left-handed sword left no room for action, and it was even more ruthless. But Jing Wuming's sword was always in the scabbard, and the sword edge was not revealed at all. Blue Scorpion thought that maybe he might not want to fight me here, after all, Li Zhichang was not far away, and he wanted to retain his strength to deal with Li Zhichang.

Jing Wuming said, "Okay, I don't like to kill people who want to die, because that will be of no fun." Suddenly, Jing Wuming set out his sword without warning.

The Blue Scorpion never believed that there was such a fast sword in this world until she died. Before she could summon any muscle on her body, the cold sword edge had already penetrated her throat. Fortunately, when Jing Wuming took the sword, the blood splashed from the tip of the sword touched her lips.

She tasted the taste of death, it was salty!

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