Chapter 140

Long street.

A man in black, black cloth, black robe, black shoes, black socks, with a black-sheathed long sword slanted on his back, walked from the other end of the street.

This person was tall and imposing, almost twice as wide as an ordinary person, but he didn't feel bloated at all, instead looking very lean and agile.

His face carried a strange deathly gray, his eyebrows slanted, his gaze was arrogant, and the sparse beard under his chin fluttered in the wind.

He looked both arrogant and dashing, both serious and unbridled.

No matter who looked at him, they knew this was definitely not an ordinary person.

He didn't walk fast, but he carried a kind of firm power, as if the heavens collapsed and the earth split, and the sun and moon fell, he would never stop his footsteps.

Just then, the man in black heard the sound of fluttering sleeves, and it was fast.

——It was an expert.

The man in black's eyes lit up, he unfolded his figure, rushing out like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, he blocked the path of the person in green.

"Good skill!"

The man in black's eyes lit up, he unfolded his figure, rushing out like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, he blocked the path of the person in green.

"Who are you?" The person in green frowned.

He had already seen the extraordinary nature of the newcomer, at least just relying on this lightness skill was already beyond his own.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart that his luck today was really bad, meeting tough characters one after another.

The man in black didn't say much, because he was a swordsman.

Swordsmen all use swords to speak.

Only a "clang" dragon roar was heard, and the sword was already out of its sheath.

The sword body was also pitch-black, without brilliance, but as soon as the sword left its sheath, the cold sword-qi was already compelling.

The person in green's figure could only retreat.

Retreat wildly.

At the same time, the person in green beckoned with his sleeves, and a long whip already appeared in his palm.

The long whip rolled, like a poisonous python meeting the black sword.

Then "swish, swish" sounds kept ringing, but it was the long whip and the black sword colliding, exploding into countless powders, rustling and floating all over the sky.

The person in green wanted to retreat, but the sword light was like a startled swan and lightning, already stopping at the person in green's throat.

The man in black looked at the person in green and said: "'Whip God' Ximen Rou?"

The person in green was also looking at the man in black: "'Songyang Iron Sword' Guo Songyang?"

Although their words carried questions, their hearts had already confirmed the other party's identity.

Guo Songyang shook his head, sheathed his sword, but his face revealed a look of disdain, saying indifferently: "The Whip God is nothing more than this."

After speaking, he looked up and let out a long sigh, although he won, his interest was even more bleak.

Ximen Rou's face sank: "The Whip God is here, but the snake whip is not, otherwise how could you have easily succeeded."

His original snake whip was specially made and hard to damage by knives and swords.

And when fighting Guo Songyang, he only used a spare long whip.

Although it was much stronger than ordinary whips, compared to the real "snake whip," it was still far behind.

Guo Songyang frowned: "Where is your snake whip?"

Ximen Rou's face sank even more: "It was taken away by someone?"

Guo Songyang's face revealed excitement and surprise: "Who could take away the 'Whip God's' snake whip?"

Ximen Rou spat out three words coldly: "Yu, Lian, Cheng."

"Good, good, good!" Guo Songyang called out three times, his face even more excited: "I didn't expect the 'Six Extremes Mad Guest' to also be in Baoding City. It was not in vain for me to come here, how many moves did he use to take your snake whip?"

Ximen Rou's mouth twitched, his face slightly distorted, and after a long while, he said two words: "One move."

Guo Songyang's excitement grew even more: "With such an expert, this trip to Baoding was not in vain. Where is he?"

"Where is he?"

"In the alley next to the former Xingyun Manor."

Guo Songyang strode away.

Suddenly.

He stopped his footsteps.

"Even if your snake whip were in hand, you would definitely not be my match." The sword light flashed again, and a stone lion was actually cut into two halves, the cut smooth and flat.

After this sword was used, Guo Songyang strode away.

Ximen Rou looked at Guo Songyang's departing back, his face bleak: "It seems that in today's Edo, there is no place for me, Ximen Rou, to compete."

He stamped his foot and flew into the sky, disappearing behind the roof ridge in a flash.

In the Edo, there was one less expert on the Weapon Manual from then on.

Before long, Guo Songyang had already arrived in the alley that didn't see the sun.

The four corpses of the Money Gang experts were still lying in the alley, carrying a bloody aura.

Guo Songyang was a well-informed person and recognized the identities of these corpses. His gaze swept over the corpses, revealing surprise.

"They all say the 'Six Extremes Mad Guest' is proficient in six ultimate arts, and each one has reached a very high level, but now it seems, I fear it is far more than six."

With Guo Songyang's discernment, he could naturally see that these people were all killed by the martial arts they were most proficient in.

Guo Songyang thought to himself that with his sword technique, it wouldn't be difficult to deal with these people. But to kill them with the martial arts they were most proficient in would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

This "Six Extremes Mad Guest" was indeed a very exciting figure.

"Friend outside, the autumn wind is cold, if you don't mind, you can come in and drink a cup of hot wine." A clear voice sounded from the small chicken feather shop, Guo Songyang laughed and strode into the shop.

And as soon as he entered the shop, he immediately saw a young man in black, sitting at a table, looking at him with a smile, holding a wine pot in his hand.

"You came just in time, I drank too much today, forty-nine copper coins are not enough to pay the bill, friend, you can just help me pay it, I'll return it to you another day." The young man in black said with a smile.

Guo Songyang just looked at him coldly: "Yu Liancheng?"

The young man in black nodded: "It is me."

Just as the word "me" came out, Guo Songyang's black long sword left its sheath again, the sword tip piercing the air, and in the blink of an eye, it was already stopping at Yu Liancheng's throat, as long as it advanced a few more inches, it could take his life.

But Yu Liancheng was actually still very indifferent.

Guo Songyang frowned: "Why don't you attack?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Why should I attack?"

Guo Songyang said coldly: "If you don't attack, I will kill you!"

Yu Liancheng said: "If I don't attack, you definitely won't kill me."

Guo Songyang said: "Oh, why?"

Yu Liancheng said: "Because you are 'Songyang Iron Sword' Guo Songyang."

Guo Songyang was silent, and suddenly let out a sigh: "Tell me, what will it take for you to fight me?"

"First, go help me pay the wine bill." Yu Liancheng pointed to the counter, where an old man was trembling, the current owner of this small chicken feather shop.

Guo Songyang snorted coldly, walked to the counter, took out an ingot of silver, "bang," placed it heavily on it, and walked back to Yu Liancheng.

"Do you want to drink?" Yu Liancheng looked at Guo Songyang.

Guo Songyang said coldly: "No."

"You are really boring." Yu Liancheng stood up: "Let's go, follow me to see two people, after seeing them, I guarantee you will have a hearty fight."