At the Wushan Sword Opening Meeting, when Wang Shen walked out of the crowd, all the eyes in the audience focused on him.

Especially that Ju Jianjun, her eyes suddenly lit up when she looked at Wang Shen, but when she saw the peach stick in Wang Shen's hand, her face sank again.

Before she could speak, someone reminded her in an unkind tone: "This friend, this sword opening will only test swordsmanship." ”

Wang Shen arched his hand to everyone, and then said: "It is a sword technique under the envoy, but this stick is reluctant to change it with a smooth hand, and the rules on the mountain are just a test of swordsmanship, not necessarily a sword, right?"

Wang Shen's answer made many Wushan swordsmen present look displeased, and the people of the rivers and lakes behind him were even more dissatisfied, at this time, the green-shirted swordsman who had already won a game nodded and said: "The way of swordsmanship lies in the heart, in the mind, not in the form, it doesn't matter if you use a sword or a stick." ”

Wang Shen looked at him and smiled slightly: "Please." ”

The two of them didn't have any nonsense, and after each saluted, Wang Shen made the first move, but the first sword he handed out was mediocre, just swept forward, and then the peach stick in his hand stabbed directly into the chest of the green-shirted swordsman.

This stab, regardless of speed and strength, is very sparse and ordinary, not to mention any changes in moves, it is obvious that Wang Shen's sword made the eyes of the surrounding spectators who were waiting with bated breath flash a little disappointment. Everyone in the audience originally thought that Wang Shen would dare to come up with a wooden stick to challenge the disciples of the Sword Monarch must have something to rely on, but how do they know that this move is not as new as Lu Yuan, who has just been defeated, although Lu Yuan is not defeated by the disciples of the Sword Monarch, but at least as soon as he comes up, he will take out the ability to take care of the house.

The green-shirted swordsman frowned slightly when he saw Wang Shen's mediocre sword, but he noticed a trace of sword intent on the other party's body before Wang Shen made a move, and he knew that the young man in front of him who replaced the sword with a stick was by no means simple, at least it was much more difficult to deal with than Fang Cai Na Lu Yuan.

So, he didn't care whether Wang Shen's move was fraudulent or not, the long sword in his hand shook suddenly, and a majestic sword aura suddenly emanated from the cold light blade, and he saw that with a flick of his wrist, he stabbed out the long sword in his hand just like Wang Shen.

But the sword handed out by the blue-shirted swordsman was not known to be many times more powerful than Wang Shen's sword, and as the long sword was handed out, the sword qi on his sword roared out, like a fierce wind converging on Wang Shen's body from all directions.

This sword startled the surrounding spectators to retreat one after another, vacating a larger space, and they found that the original Sword Monarch disciple's cultivation was far above Lu Yuan, but this sword faintly had a bit of momentum beyond the realm of Zhou Tian.

And Lu Yuan, who was defeated, was still a little angry at first, but after seeing the other party's sword, his face showed a little flush, if Fang Cai, the green-shirted swordsman directly used this sword, I am afraid that he would not be able to hold even three moves.

After all, the Sword Monarch is the Sword Monarch, and his personal disciples, how weak can his cultivation be?

Even Zhou Wei, who was watching the battle from a distance, couldn't help but nod when he saw this sword: "This sword qi already has a bit of everyone's momentum, I didn't expect that this person has already stepped into the realm of Wukui in half a step." ”

The willing attention on the side was more on Wang Shen, her eyes flickered and she did not speak, but stared closely at Wang Shen's every move.

Feeling the oncoming piece of fierce sword qi, Wang Shen knew that the other party had seen through his own thoughts, and his simple sword stabbing was not to defeat the enemy, but to test the opponent's reaction with this first sword, and then look for its flaws.

It seems that the sword cultivators on this Wushan Mountain are mostly experienced in battle, and their actions are inferior.

Wang Shen put away his thoughts, took a deep breath, and the half of the peach stick in his hand was suddenly withdrawn, turning into a stick shadow to protect his body. Seeing this, the green-shirted swordsman's eyes tightened, and the vitality in his body suddenly mentioned, and the sword qi in his hand rose a few more points, and landed on Wang Shen's stick shadow with an unparalleled energy.

Just when everyone thought that the stick shadow in front of Wang Shen would be ruthlessly dispersed under the sword aura of the green-shirted swordsman, they found that Wang Shen's body did not retreat but advanced, and the peach stick in his hand suddenly rolled, and the stick shadow in front of him pressed forward like a big net.

The sword aura of the green-shirted swordsman was extremely sharp, as if countless sword blades had scattered the stick shadows that stood in front of him, but the stick shadows in Wang Shen's hand were like endless, sprinkling and weaving layer after layer.

Moreover, these stick shadows are difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and the sword qi wielded by the green-shirted swordsman is constantly being consumed and dispersed as if it has fallen into a quagmire.

"Good cultivation!"

The green-shirted swordsman shouted lightly, his sword tried out that Wang Shen was not weaker than his own vitality cultivation, he was shocked that the other party had such a cultivation at a young age, and at the same time, he also put away his temptation, his body moved, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold light, and instantly pierced into Wang Shen's stick shadow.

The sword light came to the face, Wang Shen's peach stick dispersed the sword qi at the same time, the sword move changed, and the peach stick turned into a black light and slashed at the head of the sword stabbed by the green-shirted swordsman.

This stick was pressed, so that the face of the blue-shirted swordsman who came close to him changed slightly, although the second sword he stabbed out looked less powerful than the first sword, but there were endless changes, a sword followed by endless changes, as long as the opponent once he fell into the defensive situation, his sword would turn into a storm and overwhelm the opponent.

However, Wang Shen seems to have seen through this a long time ago, his style of Mount Tai Guanhai pressed, using the method of reducing ten meetings with one force, and the sword move of the green shirt swordsman has not yet had time to use, and he feels that the path in front of him has been blocked by this clumsy stick.

Since it is Mount Tai to view the sea, it can be seen at a glance, no matter what kind of changes you have, it must be revealed before this move, and the idea of the blue-shirted swordsman wanting to control the enemy with a strange and treacherous change was scattered by this stick.

In addition to the green-shirted swordsman who could feel Wang Shen's momentum, Ju Jianjun, who was watching the battle not far away, also flashed a little surprise in her eyes, she didn't expect that Wang Shen's young age not only was the cultivation realm on par with the green-shirted swordsman, but the momentum displayed on the sword move in his hand was even more inexplicable for her.

However, this green-shirted swordsman is also very human, he knows that if he retreats at the moment, his momentum will be a little weaker for no reason, and as soon as this momentum is weak, the opponent can take advantage of the victory to pursue, and now he has regarded Wang Shen as a strong opponent, he knows that the victory or defeat of the master is in a thought, if his momentum is weak at the moment, then I am afraid that there will be no chance to turn the tables in the future.

So, he took a breath of vitality, squatted, the long sword in his hand changed from a stab to a pick, and the tip of the sword, which was a little chilly, went straight to the stick smashed by Wang Shen.

Wang Shen smiled when he saw this, and let the peach stick smash on the tip of the sword, this time the frontal touch, all the sword qi on the green shirt swordsman's sword poured out from the tip of the sword, but Wang Shen's peach stick had a strange aura that suddenly exploded, this explosive energy was extremely fierce, not only blowing away the opponent's sword qi, but also bending the long sword in his hand into a strange arc.

Wang Shen took advantage of the situation to attack, and the peach stick in his hand turned into a piece of virtual and real stick shadows, and the layers of shadow of the stick shrouded the green-shirted swordsman like a rain curtain.

In the end, after the green-shirted swordsman tried his best to block most of the stick shadows, he was finally hit by Wang Shen's peach stick in the crook of the arm, and the familiar and terrifying energy on the stick exploded again, and Rao is heart was tenacious and could not hold the long sword in his hand.