"I'm going? So domineering? Looking at such a domineering weapon, Qiu Leng was a little helpless, this couldn't be used. And the weight was too heavy, the iron rod was too heavy, and he reluctantly put it into the package.

Qiu Leng waited for a minute before the body of the Tiger Head Tianzun disappeared. I saw a flash of white light, and a stack of gold coins appeared on the ground, as well as a golden bracer.

Qiu Leng hurriedly picked up the bracers, only to see that the equipment read: Tiger Venerable bracers, arm strength increased by eight percent! No weight-bearing.

Qiu Leng hurriedly put the bracer on happily, and he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was a little lighter, and when the sword stabbed out, he immediately felt that his strength increased a lot.

Qiu Leng has now finally discovered that the equipment given by the boss is not only superb, but also the martial arts upgrade is very fast!

His Nether suit is gone, and there is only one sword left, so the speed and strength of the attack are a little slower than when they were at the original martial arts level, but this bracer can improve the strength a lot, which is also good.

Qiu Leng looked at the gold coins again, and counted them carefully, all of them were more than nine thousand. I've been fighting monsters here these days, plus I've saved a lot of equipment from selling tiger skins and messing around.

Qiu sneered and said to the blue scorpion, "Lan'er, we can celebrate today." I'll go to the town to buy some good wine, and you go to the house to cook two dishes, and we won't get drunk or go home." ”

The blue scorpion hurriedly clapped his hands and said, "I've wanted to drink for a long time." ”

Small town.

At dusk, it is sparsely populated, and the scenery in winter is particularly bleak.

Qiu Leng walked into Sun Huozi's shop.

Sun Huozi's shop hasn't closed yet, and there is a man in black clothes, black pants, and black boots in his shop in addition to himself!

This person is here, and the whole small shop is even more calm.

Qiu Leng recognized him at a glance, Guo Songyang!

Songyang Iron Sword!

"You're finally here." Guo Songyang's voice trembled a little, and his voice actually concealed a kind of excitement, exhilarating excitement.

Guo Songyang has always been calm, what is it that makes him feel excited?

Qiu Leng asked cautiously, "Guo Daxia is waiting for me?" ”

Guo Songyang nodded and said, "You learned martial arts?" ”

Qiu Leng said: "Hmm." ”

Guo Songyang said: "How much has you cultivated?" ”

Qiu Leng said: "It's an unfathomable middle stage, and there are more than thirty layers of swordsmanship." ”

Guo Songyang nodded and said to Sun Huozi: "You go and tie the door." ”

Hearing this, Qiu Leng's heart tightened, his whole person was already nervous, and he suddenly felt that the temperature in the room had dropped!

Qiu Leng involuntarily touched his back, feeling soaked!

Guo Songyang's body had already stood up, and his hand had already pressed on the hilt of the sword! The pitch-black sword is chilling!

Seeing this, the cold sweat on Qiu Leng's head has fallen? Why did Guo Songyang kill himself? Is it related to the blue scorpion?

As far as he knows, the blue scorpion doesn't seem to have any connection with Guo Songyang.

Guo Songyang stood there quietly with his sword in his hand, and the whole room was slaughtered, and the atmosphere suddenly condensed!

Qiu Leng suddenly intuitively felt his heart beat faster and panting. He suddenly felt that he was so humble and small under Guo Songyang!

This feeling was so intense, like an invisible whip, beating his nerves!

He already felt that his hand could not be raised, and the sword in his hand was about to fall.

The more this was the case, the tighter Qiu Leng's hand became, and he was determined not to let his sword fall to the ground before it was unsheathed!

This is not only sorry for his sword, but also sorry for his people!

"What is a sword?" Guo Songyang suddenly asked.

Qiu Leng said: "Instrument also! A weapon to kill! Anyone in the world can betray you, but the sword will not! Although the sword is ruthless, the sword is sincere! ”

Guo Songyang said: "It seems that you have a certain understanding of swords." Do you know the internal biography of Wu Yue Chunqiu: He Lu asked the cadres to cast two famous swords. The cadre, Wu Renye, is the same teacher as Ou Yezi, and he can be a sword. Yue came to offer three, and he got the treasure, so he made the swordsmith as two, one was said to be a cadre, and the other was said to be evil. Mo Xie, the wife of the cadre. The cadres will make swords, pick the iron essence of the five mountains, and the golden ying of the Liuhe. Waiting for the heaven and the ancestral land, yin and yang are the same light, the gods are watching, the weather is falling, and the essence of gold and iron is not lost. …… So he cut off his wife's hair and cut her claws, and threw her into the furnace. ”

Qiu Leng knew this story, but he didn't know the meaning of Guo Songyang's words, he shook his head.

Guo Songyang said: "Everyone knows that sincerity in the sword is the invincibility of swordsmanship, but in fact, it is just rhetoric, and I don't know how to pretend to understand!" Sincerity in the sword must first be honest in people! Insincere people talk about Chengjian! ”

Qiu Leng's heart was shocked, he seemed to have caught something, and hurriedly asked: "What is sincerity!" ”

"Why did the cadre Mo Xie and his wife cast swords? What is the point of this self-sacrifice? Because the sword has been infused with the sword spirit, the sword has a soul! The cadres and Mo Ye's people are not people, and the sword is not a sword! Their sword and man have become one! This is true sincerity to the sword! And stand on people! ”

Qiu Leng's pupils contracted, and he suddenly found that there was only one Guo Songyang in front of him, and Guo Songyang seemed to have nothing in his hands! His eyes suddenly widened, and he realized that there was a sword standing in front of him!

An arrogant and cold, invincible, who competes with the sword!

"People casually put the sword on their lips, but they can't always remember the bottom of their hearts, never forget the bottom of their hearts, if you can't give up the sword, there is nothing else, even if you practice swordsmanship for a hundred more years, you can't achieve the ultimate in swordsmanship." After speaking, Guo Songyang sighed again, and he said faintly: "How easy is it to really forget the sword in addition to the sword?" Guo also knew that this was the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but he had not made any progress so far. After saying that, he shook his head in disappointment!

Qiu Leng suddenly said: "Guo Daxia is too demanding!" Or in a hurry! This is just too hasty. Master once told me that if you don't have a sword in your hand, having a sword in your heart is not to let you put down the sword in your hand, but to forget the sword in your heart! When the time comes, the move is not a move, and the style is not a move. ”

Guo Songyang suddenly laughed and said: "There is no distinction between will, but concentrating on God, God can only be aware of it, and only then can it be said that it is possible to speak the law, and then from the realm where there is no legal person, it is necessary to know how to use a sword." Ye Gucheng is indeed Ye Gucheng! Good you Ye Gucheng! It seems that Guo Songyang doesn't understand swords at all. "

Qiu Leng was suddenly overjoyed, he heard God and Will, showed a thoughtful look, and muttered, "What is the difference between God and Will? "

Guo Songyang pressed his hand on the wall, and with a "Zheng" sound, one of the swords made a groan as if it came to life, and it jumped out of the sheath, no different from pulling out the handle of the knife in someone's hand.

Guo Songyang grabbed it again through the void, and the Songyang iron sword fell into the grasp of his left hand stretched out to Hengyi as if it were pulling an invisible rope.

The sword has a god!

Strange changes are sudden.

Qiu Leng felt that at the moment when Songyang's iron sword fell into Guo Songyang's grasp, Guo Songyang's person and sword merged into an inseparable and integrated whole, which was completely a strong and profound feeling, subtle and indescribable.

Guo Songyang's eyes shone brightly at the same time, covering Qiu Leng, making Qiu Leng feel that there was no part of his body inside and outside that could be hidden from the observation of Songyang Iron Sword, and he was seen through, as if he was naked, exposed to the cold wind and snow.

At the moment when Songyang's iron sword was unsheathed, a sword qi like a copper wall, invisible but real, with Guo Songyang as the center, was forced to come to Qiu Leng, so that he had to resist with luck, and even more so to force himself to swell with fighting spirit, otherwise he would inevitably be frightened and collapse without a fight.

Such martial arts, unless you see it, people don't dare to believe that it is true.

Guo Songyang's expression was still very tidy, and he said indifferently and casually: "God is the mind, the mind is the body, every time a sword is released, the whole body follows, and the divine will is one, just like this sword." ”

Guo Songyang's sword has not yet been stabbed, and the sword has begun to change, like a cloud of flowing water in the same industry, and like a person's mind is changing step by step!

The sword is alive!

The sword is not a sword!

Guo Songyang is no longer Guo Songyang!

Songyang Iron Sword is completely one!

There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart!

The sword has been forgotten in Guo Songyang's heart, and it has been forgotten in Guo Songyang's heart!

His sword no longer has any moves, and with one move, some are changing, and like the human mind, it gives life!

Guo Songyang suddenly laughed wildly, he laughed a little helplessly, and a little miserable, and his voice was a little tragic and self-sad!

"I'm not as good as him! I'm not as good as him! Guo has entered the realm of returning to the basics ten years ago, and he has remained the same for ten years. Today, Ye Gucheng's words actually made me have no sword in my hand, but a sword in my heart! Is this a joke that God played on me? Guo Songyang's eyes actually shed tears.