The autumn sun has not yet set behind the mountains, and it is not yet dusk.
In the mountains full of red leaves, the man in black seems to have been waiting for a long, long time.
Neither he nor they were in a hurry. Dusk was approaching, the time was approaching, and that person would definitely come back. They were not in a hurry, but they couldn't help but feel the emotions in their hearts.
Black symbolizes sadness, ominousness, and death, and what it symbolizes is just like the life of a swordsman.
The road to swordsmanship is always sad. It is a lonely road. The swordsman will always be accompanied by an unknown sword, which will not end until death.
But what does the sword holder gain?
The process is exciting. The moment of victory is a moment of pride, success, and joy, and then slowly seems to be endless emptiness and loneliness.
Xie Tianling is the head of the Dian Cang Sect and is known as the best swordsman in Tiannan. He has been in the south all his life and has no rival. However, he has been defeated by Guo Songyang three times, and he was convinced every time.
Guo Songyang also spared him three times, because from the first time, when he defeated Xie Tianling, he was satisfied and enriched.
The moment when the winner is decided is always the most exciting time,
Xie Tianling challenged him three times, each time bringing him a different sense of excitement, which is what Guo Songyang is pursuing.
Emptiness and loneliness are meant to be endured. Guo Songyang has endured them for seven years since Xie Tianling no longer had the courage to use the sword against him.
Now it seems that he can be freed from the endless emptiness, and he will definitely get unprecedented stimulation and satisfaction.
He believes that he will definitely get it!
As long as he sees the kind of swordsmanship that he can't imagine, as long as this wish can be achieved, defeat doesn't matter? Why not die?
The sunset fills the sky.
The time has come, and the people have come.
It's the same snow-white clothes, the same leisurely look on his face, and the same faint smile. None of these are important. The most important thing is that the sword is at his waist and the man is already here.
The leaves rustled, but there was no sound of footsteps.
As soon as Guo Songyang turned around, his eyes were immediately attracted to the man and the sword.
He also has a sword in his hand. Although the sword has not been unsheathed yet, the sword's intention is already solidifying, surging, and reverberating.
Randomly said: "I'm coming."
Guo Songyang asked: "Are you coming alone? Where is your wife?"
Ranyi said calmly: "Wait for me at home for dinner."
Guo Songyang said in a deep voice: "He trusts you very much."
Randomly smiled and said: "I am a trustworthy person... Of course, maybe they only believe in my martial arts."
Guo Songyang fell silent, not disturbing him at all costs, just staying there.
After a moment, Guo Songyang said: "Has a person like you ever had an opponent?"
He nodded casually and said: "Two, or three, a swordsman, an old man, and a Taoist."
Guo Songyang asked: "Are they all dead?"
Youran said very calmly: "Dead, they are all dead, three of them died by my sword."
Guo Songyang suddenly asked: "What about now?"
Ran Ran looked at him and said with a smile: "I don't want to lie to you, you are not worthy of being my opponent!"
Guo Songyang's hand holding the iron sword was trembling slightly, and his voice was also very excited: "So, are you pitying me?"
He shook his head arbitrarily and said: "There is no one in this world who can stand up to me, and no one can argue with me. You are not worthy, and others are even less worthy. But people like you are worthy of my drawing my sword. You can die in this world." Under the Xianyin Sword."
Guo Songyang said word by word: "Am I only worthy of you drawing your sword?"
He raised his forehead and said with a smile: "This is enough for you to be proud of."
These words were so natural and natural; it seemed to be so natural when they fell into the ears of everyone.
Guo Songyang stared at him, his eyes as sharp as a sword.
After a long time, he suddenly smiled and said: "That's enough!"
Xuanyuan also smiled, but there were no words left. The two of them were silent, but the other three people knew that the battle had begun.
Guo Songyang's eyes were fixed on the person in front of him. The sword was in his hand, but it was still unsheathed. He seemed to be waiting for something.
And Xuanyuan looked at the person in front of him with a smile on his face. The sword was at his waist. He seemed to be waiting for something.
On the hillside, Sun Xiaohong couldn't help but ask: "Why don't they take action yet?"
Li Xunhuan said in a deep voice: "Guo Songyang is waiting for a chance to draw his sword. He is waiting for an oversight, waiting for a flaw."
Old Man Sun said calmly: "And Ranyi is just waiting for Guo Songyang to use his sword."
Sun Xiaohong blinked, looked at the leisurely man, and couldn't help but said: "But why do I see that that man is full of flaws? Why didn't Guo Songyang draw his sword? Even I saw eighteen flaws!"
Li Xunhuan sighed: "Those who have never faced him directly will never know how he feels. It seems that there are flaws all over his body, but it is difficult for you to take action."
Sun Xiaohong frowned and said, "I didn't see anything, and I didn't feel anything."
Old Man Sun also sighed: "It is precisely because some people didn't see anything that they all died."
Hearing what Grandpa said, Sun Xiaohong glanced at Xiaozui and asked, "What does that feel like? Why is it so difficult to attack him?"
Li Xunhuan murmured: "It's a feeling of death. That feeling seems to tell you that you will lose if you take action, and you will die if you take action."
He had felt this way in Xingyun Village seven months ago, so the flying knife at that time could not be used at all.
Old Man Sun said: "Guo Songyang has not drawn his sword because as long as the sword is not unsheathed, he is still alive and he is still undefeated."
Sun Xiaohong said helplessly: "How long do we have to wait?"
The two said in unison: "When I can't wait any longer."
It's 'the time of not being able to wait' again, and now Sun Xiaohong also understands that as the world goes by, if it goes too long, Guo Songyang will never be able to draw the sword!
He is enduring and seems to be suffering!
The maple leaves are redder, the sunset is brighter, and the sword is finally unsheathed.
As they suspected, Guo Songyang could no longer wait.
As soon as the sword was taken off the sheath, it immediately turned into a ray of light. It was brilliant, brilliant, and beautiful.
The brilliance was flashing, changing, and ethereal. Anyone who saw it felt as if the sword light was between their own eyebrows, but no one could be sure where it was.
Its transformation can be described as incredible, but such an incredible sword was actually lightly bounced back by a finger.
"Ding!"
The sword light suddenly appeared like a miracle, and suddenly turned back like a miracle.
All actions and changes are completed in an instant and terminate in an instant.
This sword, which was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, reached half an inch in front of Anyan's throat and was bounced back by a finger. The "finger" shocked everyone more than the "sword".
Fingers are better than iron swords, more incredible than incredible.
Although the sword is broken, it does not stop!
The sword's intention is not exhausted, but the sword's light is still there.
The sword was faster than the wind, passing through the forest, with a shrill whistling sound, and a brilliant sword light flashing. The iron sword was swung into the wind, and a black cold light flew sideways.
