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Meng Xinglong saw that Fang Xiaowu didn't understand, as if he wanted to show off his knowledge, and explained: "There are three divine swords in the Guijian Hall, one is called Ziyuan, one is called Thorn Lu, and the other is called Jujun. The Excalibur in my hand is the Jujun Excalibur. As for the Ziyuan Divine Sword and the Thorn Dew Divine Sword, the former belonged to the Hall Master Sabre, and the latter had not had an owner for a hundred years. ”

Fang Xiaowu understood and said with a smile: "I see. My sword is called chalcedony. ”

"Chalcedony, that's a good name. Meng Xinglong paused and said, "Fang Xiaowu, I am Sword Venerable, you are a sword master, if I do my best to deal with you, others will say that I bullied you." So let me stab me with a hundred swords, and if one of them can come within a foot of me, I will lose. ”

Fang Xiaowu shook his head and said, "No." “

"Why not?"

"You don't do it, just let me stab you, in case I stab you, wouldn't it seem that I am not bright enough?"

"You can't stab me!"

"Not necessarily. ”

"And how do you want to compare?"

Fang Xiaowu thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Do you want to fight in culture or in martial arts?"

Meng Xinglong felt that he had already surrendered himself when he came to Fang Xiaowu, but Fang Xiaowu actually talked nonsense to him endlessly, and he was suddenly a little annoyed.

He sneered: "No matter how civil and martial arts fight, as long as I make a move, you will definitely lose." ”

Fang Xiaowu didn't care about him, and said to himself: "Wendou is the cross of your sword and me, and the luck shocks the other party, if anyone moves, whoever loses ......"

Before he could say Wu Dou, Meng Xinglong shouted, "Wen Dou." ”

"Good. ”

In an instant, the two of them took a few steps forward, stretched out the swords in their hands, and crossed each other.

Meng Xinglong looked at Fang Xiaowu and said, "Are you ready?"

"Ready. ”

"Okay!

Meng Xinglong shouted, and luck shook out.

He originally thought that his cultivation was much higher than Fang Xiaowu, even if the chalcedony sword in Fang Xiaowu's hand was the same as his own Jujun Divine Sword, it was the top of the heavenly level, but he could easily and easily shock Fang Xiaowu not only to retreat, but even the chalcedony sword in his hand had to fly out of his hand.

Unexpectedly, he was shocked, but it didn't work.

I saw Fang Xiaowu looking at him with a smile on his face, his feet were like a needle of the sea god, and the hand holding the sword seemed to be completely frozen in the air, and the heavens and the earth were unshakable.

Meng Xinglong nodded and said, "No wonder you will become a sword master, it turns out that you do have some Taoism." ”

As he spoke, he began to urge the power of the Jujun Sword.

After a short time, he urged the power of the Jujun Sword to seventy percent, but the terrifying thing was that Fang Xiaowu was still motionless, as if he had taken root under his feet, unless he turned the entire earth upside down, no one would want to shake Fang Xiaowu.

"Huh!"

Meng Xinglong's eyes were full of surprise, and he secretly increased his strength.

But the result is still the same.

Meng Xinglong couldn't help but be furious.

Thinking that he cultivated to the late stage of the Gundam One Realm, he was holding another divine sword in his hand, and he couldn't shake off a kid whose cultivation was only the pinnacle of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

That's irritating!

"Open!"

Meng Xinglong drank violently, not only urging the power of the Jujun Sword to ninety percent, but also transporting fifty percent of his own Yuan power.

No, even in such a situation, Meng Xinglong's Jujun Sword didn't even shake the chalcedony sword at all.

What an evil door!

You must know that this kind of play is very unfavorable to Fang Xiaowu, because this kind of contest is more of a collision between cultivators, and the reason why Meng Xinglong chose this style of play is to defeat Fang Xiaowu in an instant, so as not to waste time.

Under normal circumstances, not to mention the late stage of the Unity Realm, even if it was the early stage of the Unity Realm, it could suddenly shock the monks at the peak of the Heaven and Man Realm to retreat without falling.

No matter how strong Fang Xiaowu is, it is impossible for him to perform so well.

There must be other reasons for this.

Meng Xinglong wanted to ask, but he thought about his identity and was unwilling to ask.

He took a deep breath and used all the Yuan Power of his body, thinking that Fang Xiaowu would definitely not be able to resist this time, and he had to retreat.

But this matter has been full of evil from the beginning, although Meng Xinglong has already done this, he is still helpless to take Fang Xiaowu.

Meng Xinglong was so shocked and angry that he almost said all the cursed words.

In the next moment, Meng Xinglong didn't believe in evil, and secretly used the power of the Yuan Soul, saying that he would win Fang Xiaowu in everything, lest it be said that he couldn't even fight a monk at the peak of the Heavenly and Human Realm.

Scary!

What a wicked!

Fang Xiaowu still didn't move, as if the earth was his home, as long as he landed on his feet, he could use the power of the earth.

Meng Xinglong struggled for a while, and his cultivation was profound, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

Suddenly, he put the giant jun sword back, and it was an automatic admission of defeat.

Then, he walked away without looking back, not even asking.

After Meng Xinglong left, Fang Xiaowu did not move, still maintaining the posture of stretching his sword.

After a long stick of incense, Fang Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he withdrew the chalcedony sword, but his face was pale, he almost collapsed from collapse, his whole body was suddenly soaked, and his feet were covered with sweat.

Suddenly, a figure came over like lightning.

Fang Xiaowu was taken aback, thinking that it was Meng Xinglong who went and turned around, and hurriedly stood with his sword in his hand, making a look of "Lao Tzu is fine".

After he saw that it was not Meng Xinglong, he put down the chalcedony sword and asked curiously, "Who are you?"

To be honest, this person Fang Xiaowu had never seen before, and he was not a person from the White-clothed Sword Sect at all, but this person actually came to the White-clothed Sword Sect, who was so bold that he dared to let him in?

The man was a monk in Tsing Yi who looked to be in his forties.

He looked at Fang Xiaowu without saying a word, his eyes revealing a faint cyan.

Fang Xiaowu was watched by him for a while, and suddenly his heart was weak, and he shouted: "Hey, who are you? If you don't speak, I'm going to treat you as a villain." ”

Hearing this, the monk in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and said, "Villain, do you think I look like a villain? Let me ask you, are you an outcast of the Flying Feather Sect?"

Fang Xiaowu was stunned for a moment and said, "What about it?"

"Have you ever been to the top of Tianchi Feng Mountain?" asked the monk in Tsing Yi again.

"You, how do you know?"

"Let me ask you again, have you ever gone down to Tianchi?"

“......”

"Not only have you gone down to the Heavenly Pond, but you have also seen a bead under the Heavenly Pond, right?"

“......”

"Let me speculate again, not only did you see that bead, but you also took that bead into your body by some chance......"

"Who the hell are you?" Fang Xiaowu exclaimed, "How do you know so much about me?"

The monk in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Sure enough, let me guess correctly, you did get the Sumeru bead." ”

Sumeru beads!

It was the first time that Fang Xiaowu knew the name of the bead.

He swallowed his saliva and asked something that even he thought was very funny: "You, are you an immortal?"

The monk in Tsing Yi smiled and said, "Of course I'm not an immortal, I'm just a peerless powerhouse at the peak level of martial arts. ”