Meng Juntong's words were full of ridicule and ridicule, and Wei Wuji didn't seem to care much about it.

Since it is said that three tricks determine the winner, then these three tricks must be taken out of one's own housekeeping.

The two of them didn't start attacking again, any strong move has a process of starting to build momentum and exert force, they all need a brewing process, which can also be understood as the chanting of the spells of the immortal cultivators.

And since it is said that it is a mutual three moves, then you have to wait until the other party is ready before you can officially fight.

Wei Wuji raised his halberd, and the aura around his body suddenly became several points heavier.

"I once took 800 cavalry generals outside Beicang City to charge 100,000 Zhao family iron cavalry, bloody battle for 50 miles, beheaded more than 300 enemies, life and death are on the verge of enlightenment, I named it 'Battle Bafang', and now I take it, I respect you for a move. ”

The rules of the people of the rivers and lakes, the battle to the death, need to exchange names and learn. Even if the dead party enters the Yellow Spring, he must know whose hands he died in and under which move.

As Wei Wuji reported the name of the peerless school, his body suddenly rose with a sudden murderous intent.

It was as if he was in the middle of a battlefield of Shura.

Wei Wuji stepped out in one step, and the blood mist from all directions surged, this skill has exceeded the scope of skills, and it is comparable to the technique, which is almost the Tao.

Meng Juntong felt as if something had knocked heavily on her heart, although she was not hurt by the actual technique, but it made her heart shake.

This is not much better than the feeling of being injured just now.

Wei Wuji is the person who kills in the sea of corpses and blood, and the moves he comprehends are rare in the world.

Meng Juntong's expression was solemn, she didn't dare to despise this enemy at all.

Holding the Linglan sword in his hand, standing with the sword erected, playing the sword Jin Ming, if Xiang Ming was here, he would definitely be surprised to find that the swordsmanship used by Meng Juntong was exactly the same as the ancestral sword song of their Xiang family, and even more far-reaching than the meaning of the sword song.

One finger of the sword, ripples in all directions, two fingers of the sword, eight clouds of clouds, three fingers of the sword, the sun and the moon with its brilliance, four fingers of the sword, the rivers stop in the mirror, five fingers of the sword, the lake and the sea flow backwards, six or seven fingers of the sword, the fairy and Buddha play music, eight or nine fingers of the sword, and the heaven and earth are resting.

Meng Juntong has a mystery in his fingers, and every flick of his fingers and knocking on the sword will bring the appearance of heaven and earth.

The Dao of this move itself is far higher than the dangerous and unscrupulous killing path, and what is lacking is only Meng Juntong's integration and understanding of this Dao.

She understood, but she didn't understand it all. I saw it, but I didn't see it thoroughly.

She can evolve, but she has her form and not her god.

But such a great sword way, just copying its shape, is already terrifying, and the aura runs through the mountains and rivers.

The killing path of Wei Wuji is not high, but it is better than his own understanding.

There is such a process of starting from nothing, and this process is very precious, which means that Wei Wuji has completely eaten this skill.

One of the two sides occupies the depth, the other occupies the height, and they will fight with each other.

At this moment, even ordinary people can see the crimson blood mist surging in the area where Wei Wuji is located, the chaotic surging area where Meng Juntong is located, the stars appearing one after another, and sometimes there are mountains and seas pouring back, and the heavens and the earth are out of phase.

In an instant, there seemed to be a point of stagnation of time between the two at the same time.

The next moment, the flood burst the embankment, and it was about to erupt.

The monstrous sea of blood murderous aura came against the sky, surging, unstoppable, and the danger danced the star halberd, and it seemed that it was back in the great charge that killed 100,000 people with 800 people.

His eyes were as red as blood, and he lost his human color, like a hellish Shura, who wanted to immerse all the creatures in his way into a boundless sea of blood.

Meng Juntong flicked her sword nine times, and under the pressure of the power of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, what she wanted to do was to wash away the sea of blood below, and return the heavens and the earth to a clear and unsullied place.

The two finally collided in one place.

"Hurry back!" Long Sheng shouted, he knew that even if he wanted to protect them now, he was powerless, and within a radius of a hundred steps, it was difficult for anyone to save his life.

Agnis was still immersed in the gorgeous picture in front of her at the moment, and she didn't realize that Long Sheng said to retreat quickly, and the next second she was already carried by Kuishan, and ran backwards like a gust of wind.

Boom, the giant tree where the three of them had stood before shattered into dust, and the soil rolled over like a dragon on the ground.

The sand and gravel covered the sky, and within a hundred steps, the storm cleared a vacuum.

Fortunately, Long Sheng, Kuishan's feet were strong, and he rushed out with Agnis at the last moment, otherwise the three of them would have died here today.

Bai Yu, who was originally going to sneak attack the Divine Arrow and Yang Ying, also turned back after feeling the movement here, and she was within a hundred steps at that time.

The moment the storm approached, Bai Zejia released a powerful body protection qi to protect her, and she was only swept out of the storm area.

"Master!" Bai Yu leaned against a big tree, her eyes were full of surprise, she didn't expect that the master would be so strong, and at the moment she was silently planning to practice more seriously in the future.

Battle Bafang against Sword Nine Songs, no one knows the outcome of this move.

When the dust settled, Meng Juntong and Wei Wuji were lying in a deep pit, as if they had been buried alive.

Meng Juntong's body was full of blood, and Wei Wuji was not much better, the whole arm seemed to have been exploded by some terrible force, the original leather armor had already been shattered, and the exposed arm skin was covered with dense lines like spider webs.

In the collision zone just now, all the vegetation was gone, and the ground seemed to have been turned over from beginning to end by a diligent cultivator.

The two people in the deep pit actually raised the corners of their mouths slightly.

Wei Wuji smiled, that was because under the move just now, he saw a broader world, that was the place he was about to go, as long as he was given some more time, let him feel the peak realization of just a moment, maybe he would have the opportunity to step into the real peak of his life.

For a martial artist, no matter how hard the cultivation is, it can't be called bitter.

The real pain is that you don't see the future ahead of you.

The sadness of feeling at the end of everything is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and it is impossible to understand.

And Meng Juntong's sword just now split the way that stood in front of Wei Wuji.

As for Meng Juntong, the reason for her laughter is much simpler.

Under the battle in all directions, the sturdy Linglan sword body finally couldn't support it, and it was completely shattered.

At the moment when the sword body burst and the fragments were scattered, Meng Juntong knew that she had not guessed wrong, she really felt an ancient will awakening, and it seemed that a huge eye was slowly opening, still with majesty in confusion, just looking at her.