"No wonder you dare to take the initiative, but you have some skills, and Agnis is not ashamed to be planted in your hands. ”

Shuo Fang's halberd was so heavy that it struck with Lan Ling's short sword, and the internal strength of Wei Wuji and Meng Juntong seemed to be deeply entangled together, and the two weapons struck at one point, and they were frozen in an instant, and no one was bounced away by the shock.

This confrontation lasted for more than a dozen snaps of fingers, and only then did the two men's weapons glide past each other's blades with a piercing golden sound, and the two figures staggered past each other at a very fast speed.

Wei Wuji's chest left a sword mark from the mouth of his robe, but this sword mark failed to hurt his flesh and skin, and Meng Juntong was also cut off a corner of his clothes.

In this round of the encounter, neither of the two men had the advantage.

"You seem to be very enthusiastic about the role of Dream Hunter. Meng Juntong said coldly: "Now that I, the dream weaver, have sent it to you by myself, whether I can accept it depends on your ability." ”

"Do your best," danger is awe-inspiring.

The two turned around once more and attacked at the same time.

Both sides are very fast, staggering at a rapid pace, going back and forth, staggering again, and impacting.

The sound of clanging gold objects was endless, and in the dark night, a large string of sparks would bloom in the air from time to time.

The sword light is flowing and the halberd shadow is heavy, both sides are masters of technical attack, and they are both exerting their full strength.

If this battle can be presented in front of the world, it must be a grandmaster duel that can move the rivers and lakes, but there is no audience here, and no one will know about this night's battle.

In a flash of light, the two walked each other for more than ten rounds again.

The Lanling Sword is worthy of being the treasure of the Ling Kingdom, if it is an ordinary sword weapon, where can it withstand such a toss.

The halberd in Wei Wuji's hand is also extraordinary, and the seemingly bulky long soldier can dance impenetrable in his hands. More than that, there seemed to be a special attraction on the halberd, whenever Meng Juntong's sword approached the critical part of the danger, the halberd would always pull Meng Juntong's sword edge away a few points.

At first, Meng Juntong thought it was his own illusion, but after a few rounds, such a situation would occur.

No matter how smoothly the halberd dances, it is a heavy weapon after all, a long soldier, and compared to a short and light short sword, this cannot be compensated for in any way.

Therefore, in the whole process of the battle, Meng Juntong had many more opportunities than danger, but they were all eliminated under the pull of that special weapon. This made Meng Juntong a little helpless, but he also had a trace of curiosity about the halberd.

"If I defeat you today, I want this halberd of yours. After another round of confrontation, Meng Juntong and Wei Wuji each jumped five steps, and her Linglan sword pointed at Wei Wuji, and said quite domineeringly.

Wei Wuji smiled very casually: "If you defeat me today, you will get not only this star halberd, but also the head on my neck." ”

The battlefield in Wei Wuji's words is quite full of atmosphere, although he spoke lightly, but between the words there was a strong smell of blood and murderous spirit.

Meng Juntong pursed his lips: "The Dream Weaver is not a butcher, we have our own way of settling accounts with you, so you should keep this head for yourself and wait for the heavens to collect it." ”

The two of them said no more and continued to attack.

Although Meng Juntong has been banned from martial arts for several months, she will visualize and practice swords every night.

It was a way her father had told her, and it was another unique feature of the swordsmanship that her mother had left behind.

You only need to meditate and practice the sword, and you can still make the swordsmanship steadily improve and become more than complete, or meditation and sword training is the secret of this set of Qingfeng swordsmanship. new world

Outside the practice of its form, inside the practice of its god, the form and spirit are combined, and the sword is a great achievement.

As Meng Juntong's sword moves became more and more free, the results of his cultivation over the past few months were gradually revealed.

In this round of confrontation, Wei Wuji's shoulder finally bloomed with a ball of blood.

Meng Juntong did not rush to attack his important parts, but looked for his defensive corners, in order to consume his injuries.

Meng Juntong's sword picked up the flesh of the shoulders of the dangerous Wuji at an unexpected angle.

However, this Wei Wuji is really a strong man, and when his skin and flesh are cut, he only frowns slightly, and he doesn't even snort.

The Star Euphorbia swept by, and Meng Juntong felt that the traction released on the weapon this time was exceptionally strong.

She took the first step to protect her sword in front of her, and then stepped quickly and retreated.

But he only took three steps back, and he was re-sucked back by the Xingchen Halberd.

She stabbed Wei Wuji with a sword, and Wei Wuji naturally wanted to return her move, which was regarded as a courtesy exchange.

The Star Euphorbia stabbed hard, and it happened to be on the Linglan short sword that Meng Juntong was protecting in front of him.

The solid sword body was actually pushed out of an arc, and a strong force pierced Meng Juntong's body through the sword body.

Although there was no blood, the sharpness of the halberd still penetrated Meng Juntong's body.

Meng Juntong was pushed out of more than a dozen steps, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Between the two rounds, the external injury was replaced by an internal injury, but Meng Juntong lost some.

"Okay, good weapon!" Meng Juntong took a breath and pressed down the injury just now.

Wei Wuji doesn't mind taking advantage of his own weapons, he is a warrior, as long as he can win the final victory, it makes no difference to him what kind of means.

Meng Juntong glanced down at the Linglan Sword in her hand, if you want to talk about the benefits of borrowing weapons, the dangerous Star Euphorbia is certainly powerful, but the Linglan Sword in her hand is not vegetarian.

To be able to become the treasure of a country in the Western Regions, this Linglan sword can't just be sharp and tough, there must be something hidden in it that no one knows, even Agnis himself doesn't know.

Meng Juntong's spiritual power contracted rapidly and began to rush towards the Ling Lan Sword.

Her control of her spiritual power has now reached the realm of being like an arm, and she can not only spread it out and spread it around her body for hundreds of steps to observe the macro realm, but also infinitely condense it in a square inch to find microscopic mustard seeds.

Now she wants to concentrate her spiritual power on the Linglan Sword and completely dissect it from beginning to end.

The moment the Linglan Sword was covered by spiritual power, Meng Juntong sensed that there was an extremely special power attached to the cast iron of this sword, and its density was so great that it could actually block her pervasive spiritual power.

At this moment, Wei Wuji had stopped the blood on his shoulder, raised his halberd again, and was ready to shoot again.

Meng Juntong's eyes were firmly fixed on the Linglan Sword, ready to completely disintegrate the sealing layer that wrapped the sword body.

She knew very well that in terms of martial arts skills, the gap between her and Wei Wuji was not enough for them to separate the winners and losers, and if they wanted to win, they had to find ways in other aspects.