When the words fell, there was a soft snap, and there was already one more person in the courtyard, tall, with a cyan robe, and an iron sword in his palm.

An iron sword without a scabbard.

The iron sword was rusty, like a decades-old sword that could be broken with a single blow.

The man in Tsing Yi walked in slowly.

Swish.

The temperature in the hall dropped suddenly, and a killing force locked on Ye Feng. It's not just a killing machine, but also a hint of death. Just like the ghosts and gods, no one has ever seen it, and no one can say what death gas is, but they just know that this is death gas.

Mysterious and mysterious, wonderful.

The lifeless sword is also a lifeless person, the face of the comer is indifferent, and the eyes are not blind, but it gives people the illusion of emptiness, that is, a pair of eyes without any emotion, neither the desire for life, nor the fear of death.

Dead eyes, dead swords, dead people!

Jing has no life.

Looking at the world, the masters are like clouds, but who can have this kind of eyes, wear such an iron sword, and disperse such a dead air, except for Jing Wusheng, who else can there be?

Ye Feng chuckled lightly and said, "Jing Wusheng, I haven't seen you for decades, it's really rare that you are still the same." ”

Jing Wuming said: "If I weren't for me, I would have lost to myself, how could I challenge Your Excellency?" ”

This is said in a fog, although there are many masters on the scene, but there are not many who can really understand, Ah Fei counts one, Fu Hongxue counts one, Ye Kai counts half, and even Lu Xiaojia, the heir to the mantle, can only be counted as half.

Ah Fei understands because he was that kind of person before; Fu Hongxue also understands that it is because he is this kind of person now.

Ye Kai didn't understand because he wasn't this kind of person at all; Lu Xiaojia didn't explain it because he was this kind of person on the surface, but he was definitely not this kind of person in his bones.

As for Ma Kongqun, Xiao Bieli and others, they can't talk about whether they understand or not, because they haven't reached this realm at all.

Only by being extremely hearty, can you be extremely sword-oriented, can you unify swordsmanship with yourself, and can you practice swordsmanship to the point of being a god, this is what Jing Wuming wants to express, Ye Feng of course understands, he is not such a ruthless person, but he is from a commanding height.

He just understands.

Ye Feng nodded and said, "The unity of the heart and sword is not a bad idea. ”

Jing Wuming's eyes had a hint of color, and he suddenly sighed softly, and said, "Ye Feng is really Ye Feng, you really understand." ”

Ye Feng said: "I naturally understand, but you don't understand." ”

Jing Wuming said: "Don't understand what? ”

Ye Feng said: "If you want swordsmanship, it's not the only way. ”

Jing Wuming was silent, and after half a sound, he nodded and said, "Not bad." Although I don't understand, I must admit that there is indeed not only one way to push swordsmanship to the realm of immortals and Buddhas, such as Your Excellency's martial arts, I don't understand, but whether I understand it or not, Your Excellency's martial arts are there. ”

Sweat!

Ye Feng almost fell, but the others didn't get the groove of this sentence and were indifferent.

Jing Wuming said: "Decades ago, you killed Long Xiaoyun, saying that my sword qi had been damaged, my strength was not at the peak, and I was definitely not your opponent. I've been looking for a chance to challenge you, and now I've finally got it. ”

Lu Xiaojia turned her back to Jing Wusheng, and was still squeezing her eyebrows at Ye Feng.

That was to let Ye Feng's subordinates show mercy.

Therefore, although he is the descendant of Jing Wuming, he will never understand Jing Wuming's sword, just because he is not a person like Jing Wuming in his bones.

Ye Feng sat down suddenly and shook his head.

Jing Wuming said: "You are not willing to accept the challenge? This sentence is not right, it should be said that you refused to fulfill the agreement of the year. ”

Ye Feng said: "There must always be a purpose for comparing swords, what are you competing with me for?" You're not qualified yet. ”

For what?

This is indeed a problem, for Jing Wuming, he challenged Ye Feng before, it was for Shangguan Jinhong, and now that Shangguan Jinhong is gone, what is he for? For the sake of the dead Shangguan Jinhong, or is it nothing, just to challenge?

Jing Wuming thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Just for you, you are not qualified enough!" ”

"Okay." Ye Feng accepted decisively and said, "Take out the sword." ”

Jing Wuming's palm flipped over, and he choked a soft roar, and the rusty iron sword emitted a sharp and piercing trembling sound, which made people's eyes tremble. The long sword pointed directly at Ye Feng and said, "This is my sword, where is your sword?" ”

Ye Feng spread out his hands, there was nothing, but said, "The sword is here." ”

Jing Wuming's pupils shrank suddenly, word by word, and said slowly: "Everywhere, so everywhere." Sure enough, it is a first-class swordsmanship, if your swordsmanship really reaches this point, this battle does not have to be compared, I have already lost. ”

Ye Feng said: "Oh, then you can go back." ”

Jing Wuming said: "Since you came, you don't plan to go back." Whether it's or not, I'd like to give it a try. ”

Fight!

Fighting Spirit!

If others encounter this kind of situation where they know that the opponent is strong and they will be defeated, the battle situation has not started, and the fighting spirit has lost more than half, this battle does not have to be fought at all, but Jing Wuming is different, his fighting spirit is stronger, and the fighting spirit is more intense!

Ye Feng's expression moved slightly, and his strong fighting spirit and passionate fighting spirit gave him goosebumps.

It's been a long time!

He had always had this feeling before, but as his cultivation became higher and higher, it became less and less.

Airplanes!!

The iron sword suddenly trembled violently, like an iron tree blooming, and the black rust on the iron sword suddenly peeled off, and the iron sword was actually smaller as a whole, which was easily reminiscent of a word: Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the fire.

Although it is only a sword, these eight words are extremely appropriate for this iron sword.

Jing Wuming turned into a black shadow, leaving a series of afterimages in the air. In an instant, the entire hall was filled with countless afterimages.

Fast!

The speed was unbelievably fast, Ma Kongqun, Xiao Bieli and the others gasped and were stunned.

To be precise, Ma Kongqun and Ah Fei and Jing Wuming are actually the same generation, but when the two become legends, he is still only the hall master of Wanma Hall, and the level of cultivation is even more different, and the scene in front of him is ironclad proof.

In an instant, the entire hall flashed the afterimage of Jing Wu's life, and this kind of swordsmanship was already like Ye Kai's Xiao Li Flying Knife, with no trace to be found, and nowhere to go.

Ye Feng was still sitting in place, looking as usual.

Choke!!

He didn't have any weapon in his hand, just put his two fingers together, and with a slanted swing, he let out a sharp and sharp roar.

Three-point god finger.

The spirit moved.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Bell –

In an instant, Jing Wuming had already attacked the seventy-seven forty-nine swords, and Ye Feng also blocked the seventy-seven forty-nine strikes. His fingers were his sword, and the two swords struck each other, erupting with a crisp sound.

The shadow of the sword is dense in the void, and the momentum is monstrous.

Ye Feng's fingering is unpretentious, and his speed is actually slow and scary, at least even Ma Kongqun, Xiao Bieli and the others can see it clearly, clearly.