The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the lights and trees by the ring were burning, but they were completely inferior to the bright flames on the red-hot blades of the two men.

And just as he said that, the young man's eyes were burning.

The sword light and sword shadow reflected the young man's energetic face, Ying Xun's face was red and blood was surging, and there was a flame burning in his blazing eyes.

And those pairs of pupils reflected the cold and ice-like face of Meng Shi on the opposite side.

The thin teenager's thin lips pursed into a straight line, not saying a word.

Ying Xun is a whole head taller than Meng Shi, but the two of them fight for the sword Ying Xun but they don't have an advantage, not to mention that they are even faintly overwhelmed from top to bottom.

Obviously, his body is so thin and he looks weak, but this young man is as stubborn as an iron wedge.

It was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't move forward even a single step, and his hands holding the sword were like iron casting.

Hearing Guichen's questioning, the strength in Meng Shi's hand did not change in the slightest, but the thin and hard young man's pupils shook for the first time.

The next moment, he raised his head and glanced at Guichen expressionlessly, "The Twelve Swords of Fire Method, aren't they all taught in the Academy." ”

That's not what you really need to learn.

"Then I'll ask another question," Gui Chen's hand remained strong, staring at Meng Shi's dark gray pupils, "That sword intent, where did you learn it?" ”

Only the moves are taught in the school palace, and the real sword intent is only understood by people like him who have seen it with their own eyes.

There is only one sword move, but there are countless kinds of sword intents that belong to everyone.

When Meng Shi used that move, Ying Xun did feel something familiar.

Something quite similar to his own sword intent.

Hearing Ying Xun's question, Meng Shi's eyes flickered again, but the next moment he changed to that cold and hard appearance again.

Seeing that familiar look, Ji Jiashu by the window was slightly stunned.

Ying Xun opened the barrier, and coupled with the outer formation, almost no one could hear what they were saying. Originally, no one could have imagined that under such a fierce sword fight, the two people on the high platform were still talking.

Although Ji Jiashu could hear it, what attracted his attention was not the conversation, but Meng Shi's silent appearance as always.

Although the time in Jixia School Palace was short, Meng Shi still left a deep impression on him back then.

As Chen Zichu said before, Meng Shi is also a strange person in the Jixia School Palace, which has an extremely rich personality among students, and it is strange that this person is very unique, almost does not interact with anyone, and is always silent.

is also a character who cherishes words like gold, but Meng Shi's silence is completely different from Xu Yishan.

Xu Yishan is really not good at words, but Meng Shi ...... Ji Jiashu always felt that this young man had a deep heart in his heart.

It was as if he had a purpose in mind, and he was not interested in anything else than that.

This is Mengshi.

And such Meng Shi showed his emotions for the first time in the conversation with Ying Xun.

Looking at the two people who were fighting each other with two swords and not giving an inch, Ji Jiashu suddenly realized that for these two people, the swordsmanship just now may have a different meaning.

But what is it?

What will this battle turn out of?

"Answer me!" The flames flew, the true yuan on Ying Xun's body continued to improve, and the sword intent of the two continued to rise in mid-air, and even the crackling sound seemed to be heard in the air.

However, in the face of Ying Xun's questioning, Meng Shi also quietly raised the true yuan on his body, and his gray eyes looked at Ying Xun, "What about you?" Where did you learn that? ”

"Me? I ......" Ying Xun was stunned for a moment, and was a little short of words for a while, looking at him like this, Meng Shi took a deep breath.

"Do you not want to say it yourself, and expect others to tell you?"

No matter how mild-mannered they were, these princes and nobles never understood how to make them, the commoners, answer questions willingly.

There will always be only one person who can do it.

What's more, he wouldn't have told this person in the first place, that was the deepest secret buried in his heart,

"The prince of Qianqin," Meng Shi said lightly, "You want to know, at least wait until ......"

"Wait until you can defeat me!"

With these words, the true yuan in Meng Shi's body suddenly exploded, and Ying Xun's pupils shrank!

With a sharp sword roar, the long swords of the two rubbed out dazzling sparks, and the next moment the two of them popped back at the same time, and the stalemate of the sword fighting state was suddenly broken!

Sparks flew everywhere, swords roared, and the cheers of cultivators rang out in unison.

Even if it is a short offense and defense, these two people are very exciting, and they are all blood-pumping when they look at it from the side.

"Beautiful," Chen Zichu clapped his hands by the window, "but this situation is still not up and down." ”

Who can win this?

Under the ring, Mr. Zhenshan looked at the young men on the stage.

Meng Shi's sword intent is indeed better than Ying Xun's, but the two are in a similar realm, Ying Xun's basic skills are extremely solid, and the defense is tight, in the case of similar sword intent with the same sword moves, there is no decisive gap between the two people.

But how exactly does this create a decisive gap?

Zheng Zheng Zheng!

With three crisp sounds, Ying Xun and Meng Shi's bodies were staggered, and in just a moment, the two of them took three swords, and they were still inseparable.

"How long is this going to be?" Chen Zichu was stunned.

"When either side can be taken by surprise," At this time, a female voice sounded beside him, and Chen Zichu looked at the girl beside him who was holding the window edge.

The tricks used no longer work, just like a battle with yourself, so if you want to win, you can only go up.

Go forward and don't look back.

Don't cry, don't look back.

The thin boy on the high platform raised his head and looked at the patio where the moonlight was sprinkled.

Then Meng Shi lowered his head and held the long sword in his hand, looked at the young man who was panting across the side, and slowly, slowly raised the sword. The next moment, clusters of flames floated beside his sword.

"Look!"

"What's that!?"

People's shocked voices sounded, and Chen Zichu leaned out violently and stared at the ring.

Whether it is the swordsmanship of the fire sword, the flames will eventually fall, and he saw it for the first time, such a picture.

A gust of cold wind blew, blowing out several lamp trees beside the ring, and in the slightly dim ring, everyone watched in amazement as bright flames floated from the side of Meng Shi's long sword.

Like a star.

Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blown down, the stars are like rain.

"This is ......" Ji Jiashu's pupils shrank, maybe there are many people who have never seen it and don't understand, but he can understand, and the other teenager on the high platform also understands.

Ying Xun looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and the next moment, the young man's eyes shone with a certain light, and he quietly closed his eyes with the long sword in his hand.

"Look!" A cultivator shouted, and Ying Baoyue stood by the window, watching the same flame float from the Chu sword in Ying Xun's hand.

The flames of the two floated, in twos and threes, as if they were facing each other.

BMW carved cars are full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

In such a confrontation, the murderous spirit continued to brew and rise. The dark tide is surging, and the waves of fire are flying, just for a short moment.

Some people were still laughing, not realizing what was happening.

The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance.

Ying Baoyue clenched the edge of the window and looked at the rising flames belonging to those two people. Ji Jiashu also stared at the amazing scene in a daze, and the next moment he suddenly heard a soft cry from beside him.

As soon as he turned around, he found that there was actually a flame rising to the second floor, and for some reason, the next moment, it burned the hair of the girl beside him.

And at this moment, Meng Shi on the high platform suddenly opened his eyes.

Clusters of flames and wisps of sword light bloomed in the darkness like the lights of thousands of homes.

But his light was no longer available a long time ago.

He kept looking, kept looking, but still couldn't find it.

Ying Xun also opened his eyes, the two of them looked at each other on the high platform, and the next moment there was a bang, and the two swords collided, spilling out ten thousand sparks!

"The Eleventh Sword of Fire."

The teenagers spoke softly.

"The lights are on."

Ying Xun and Meng Shi rushed towards each other with swords.

In the huge light that suddenly spilled out from the collision of the two swordsmanship, Ji Jiashu saw the girl beside him gently twist the scorched hair ends, time seemed to freeze, and the firelight reflected her face and the bright sword light downstairs, and the firelight changed everything as if it was not real.

He felt a slight suffocation in his heart.

The lights are dim.

The crowd is looking for her thousands of times.

Suddenly looking back.

But the man was there, and the lamp was dim.

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