Martial arts world explorer

Chapter 119 Songyang Iron Sword
A Fei's sword has far surpassed that of two years ago, even Lin Xuan dare not underestimate this sword.

The body of the sword is a piece of iron, and the handle is made of two pieces of wood. It takes a lot of effort to chop wood, let alone kill people.

But the sword energy of this sword broke Lu Fengxian's aura in an instant.

Lu Fengxian's eyes were reddened, as if they were going to protrude from the eye sockets, he barely raised his right hand, and gently grasped forward.

With a sound of "Bo", A Fei's sword was grabbed by Lu Fengxian's three fingers.

A few traces of complacency flashed in Lu Fengxian's eyes, but he was complacent for less than a second before he felt a burst of sword energy piercing gold and iron erupting from his palm.

Lu Fengxian hurriedly withdrew his hands and backed away. The lonely and peerless Yinji Wenhou, Lu Fengxian who vowed to challenge Lin Xuan after ten years of penance, retreated quickly like a bereaved dog.

A Fei didn't chase, he didn't like to kill people, and he never killed unless necessary.

No matter when, meeting old friends is always a happy thing. Lin Xuan decided to find a restaurant to have a drink with A Fei, and it happened that A Fei thought so too.

Martial arts practitioners always eat more than ordinary people in order to maintain consumption.

Lin Xuan and Ah Fei have handsome faces, but they are both big belly men. If they were born in ordinary families, eating would be a problem.

A Fei was still the same as before, eating a lot, but not fast, every bite of food entered his mouth, he had to chew carefully before swallowing.

It's not for the taste of the food, he just wants to absorb the nutrients of the food as much as possible, so that every bite of food can exert the greatest power in his body.

The long and hard life has formed a habit in him and made him know the value of food.

In the wilderness, every meal may be the last meal. Only those who know the horror of hunger know how to respect food.

A person who respects food so much naturally respects life even more.

In two years, Ah Fei has changed, his martial arts has improved greatly, he is calm and generous, and he is no longer as young as before.

In two years, Ah Fei has not changed. Neither his martial arts nor his status can change his pure heart.

Lin Xuan didn't ask where A Fei had been for the past two years. A Fei was not Lin Xuan's vassal, and Lin Xuan didn't want to pry into other people's privacy.

Even if Ah Fei joined the Demon Sect, Lin Xuan would not say anything.

The so-called Demon Cult and the Central Plains Wulin are just different regions. In terms of methods, the Central Plains Wulin's people are darker and more ruthless.

In a word, there are many hypocrites in the martial arts in the Central Plains, and there are many villains in the Demon Sect.

The two drank one cup after another until most of the night.

Just when the two decided to stop after drinking the last jar of wine, a tall and burly man walked into the inn.

Black scarf and black robe, black shoes and black socks, and a long sword with a black sheath slung across the back.

He had a strange dead gray on his face, his eyebrows slanted towards his temples, his eyes stared contemptuously, arrogant, and a few wisps of beard were blowing away in the wind.

Both proud and unrestrained, both serious and uninhibited.

One look at him and you know he's anything but ordinary.

Of course he is not an ordinary person, he is the famous Songyang Iron Sword, Guo Songyang.

Lin Xuan sighed: "You also came to me for a martial arts competition?"

Guo Songyang nodded: "That's right, you are the number one sword in the world, and I am the number one sword in the world. Sooner or later, there will be a winner, isn't it?"

"No, I may not be the best swordsman in the world, and you are definitely not the number one swordsman in the world. The weapon spectrum is just a random arrangement by Bai Xiaosheng. It doesn't make sense, so it can't be taken as real."

Guo Songyang wondered: "Mr. Lin thinks that this young man's swordsmanship is better than mine?"

"No, although Ah Fei's swordsmanship is fierce, it's not as good as it should be. If the two of you fight each other, you will lose both sides in the end, and no one will be able to hold back."

Ah Fei's swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot, but it doesn't mean that he can beat Guo Songyang, the future flying swordsmen can, and the current A Fei is still a little bit worse.

Ah Fei didn't refute, and he also knew that his swordsmanship was a little off, otherwise he would never have caught the sword that stabbed Lu Fengxian.

Guo Songyang asked: "I heard that there is a master named Jing Wuming in the Money Gang, but I don't know that he is the best swordsman in the world."

"Of course not. Jing Wuming doesn't know swordsmanship at all. He is not a human being, but a killing tool. What he learns is killing skills, which has nothing to do with weapons."

Ah Fei asked: "Brother Lin, you just said that you may not be the number one sword in the world. This brother is definitely not the number one sword in the world. Then who can compete with Brother Lin, and who is the number one sword in the world?"

"It is rumored that the Western Demon Cult has a sword method called Shendao Zhan, which is unique to the leader of the Demon Cult. I have never seen him, and I don't know his strength, so I dare not claim to be the number one. As for the world's number one sword, it goes without saying. , who else could it be besides Shen Lang Shen Daxia."

Ah Fei was taken aback when he heard the words, and the leader of the Demon Cult was aside, but Shen Lang was the name he heard the most when he was a child, not for anything else, just because he was the son of Shen Lang and Bai Feifei.

Guo Songyang nodded: "Young Master Lin is right, who else is the best swordsman in the world besides Shen Daxia, but no matter how many swords it is, since we meet, we will always fight."

Guo Songyang was originally fourth in the weapon spectrum, after Xiao Li Feidao, Lin Xuan won the ranking, and should have been fifth, but Li Xunhuan was far away from the world, Bai Xiaosheng directly removed Li Xunhuan, so that these people's rankings remained.

In fact, the top experts no longer pay attention to the weapon spectrum.

The most important thing in the ranking is credibility. Bai Xiaosheng's reputation has been ruined. Without credibility, weapon spectrum is nothing.

Whoever has practiced martial arts to this level is not a proud person, how can he believe a fool's nonsense.

"Is it necessary to fight?"

"We must fight!"

Ah Fei suddenly said: "When two swordsmen meet, they should fight first, shouldn't they?"

Lin Xuan shook his head: "No, neither of you has reached the ultimate in martial arts, and you will inevitably lose your hands in the end of the fight. Both losers will suffer, and both will die. This battle, I will come."

Guo Songyang smiled and said: "Good eyesight, that's right, my swordsmanship really failed to completely restrain the sword energy."

The loopholes that Lin Xuan knew, Guo Songyang naturally knew too.

But knowing doesn't mean being able to make up for it.

A huge boulder of ten thousand catties blocks the road, as long as one has the strength of ten thousand catties to move the stone away, it will be fine, but people have no strength of ten thousand gold.

The same is true of Guo Songyang, the sword energy is scattered, and it will be fine when it is gathered. He can't do it. All of him is devoted to swordsmanship, but his talent can only do so much.

A year ago, he had practiced his swordsmanship to the extreme, and there was no room for improvement.

He came to Lin Xuan just to stimulate his potential between life and death, and to spy on the peak of swordsmanship.

Lin Xuan did not refuse, and in the evening, the two arrived at the place where A Fei and Lu Fengxian had a decisive battle.

The two of them walked step by step, and when they got here, their inner strength was pushed to the extreme, and the coordination of the body and limbs also reached the peak.

(End of this chapter)