Meng Juntong looked at the sword qi bamboo forest that had returned to calm, it was hard to imagine that this sea-like sword qi had once come from the Qingfeng Sword in her hand, and it had been able to do it for more than twenty years without retreating.

She saw that the several sword qi that had been scattered by herself had condensed again in the blink of an eye, and then began to swim in the sword qi bamboo forest just as Xiang Xuan said.

"Master, are you okay?" Xiang Xuan asked as he ran to Meng Juntong's side.

Meng Juntong shook his head: "Xiao Xiang Xuan, why don't these sword qi attack you, do you know the reason?"

Xiang Xuan thought for a while: "I don't know this very well, but my uncle told me that if I can wait for you here, then I will come every day." But there is often a strange uncle here who comes to practice the sword, and every time he comes, I hide from the side and watch quietly. When he entered the small fish pond, the small fish in it were more intense, and they had to circle around him, and I was curious, so I quietly went in once when no one was around, but those little fish thought that they were afraid of me, and they all avoided me. Speaking of this, Xiang Xuan also showed a trace of frustration, it seems that she really has no concept of the so-called sword qi, all as if this wandering sword qi is a living thing, a small fish.

Meng Juntong exhaled deeply, to say that this Nizi is really lucky enough. Although she still didn't know the principle and mechanism of this sword qi bamboo forest at the moment, she felt the authenticity of that sword qi in the battle just now. If it was an indiscriminate attack, I am afraid that Xiao Xiang Xuan would have already encountered an accident.

"By the way, my uncle asked me to carry this thing all the time, and he said that if I see the master one day and show this thing to the master, the master will understand. As he spoke, Xiang Xuan pulled out a bag from his close-fitting coat.

She took off the bag and handed it to Meng Juntong with both hands: "This is it." ”

Meng Juntong glanced at the bag and immediately recognized that this bag was left by his grandmother Immortal Yun Shu, because the auspicious cloud pattern decoration on it was also unique in the entire Shaohua.

Meng Juntong took the bag, opened it slowly, and with a whoosh, a snow-white mist fragment flew out of the bag, Meng Juntong's eyes were quick, two fingers poked out, and he clasped it between his fingers in an instant.

Under the gaze, Meng Juntong's gaze froze slightly, isn't this the same thing as the Qingfeng Sword Soul Fragment that he got from Luo Wushuang before, back then, the High Priest of Luo Shu searched for the entire battlefield outside the Sword Qi Heavenly Gate and only found one piece, and one piece actually fell into the hands of her grandmother Yun Shu.

The fragment of the sword soul appeared, and Meng Juntong felt that the Qingfeng Sword in his hand began to tremble violently, but this time, Meng Juntong was not in a hurry to integrate this fragment into the Qingfeng Sword.

She faintly felt that the reason why the sword qi here did not attack Xiao Xiang Xuan was actually related to the sword soul fragment under her eyes, and the breath on this sword soul fragment was not exactly the same as that on the first sword soul fragment, and I thought that this was also the reason why the sword qi in the sword qi bamboo forest recognized the sword soul breath on Xiao Xiang Xuan's body, but not the sword soul breath on the Qingfeng sword in Meng Juntong's hand.

Meng Juntong put the sword soul fragment back into the cloud pattern bag, she now has an idea, she was still worried that there was no place to try her sword and practice martial arts, but now she has sent an excellent place.

Xiao Xiang Xuan said that there was a strange uncle who would come here to practice swords, and Meng Juntong didn't have to think much about it to know that that person was Miao Tianxin of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect.

There are thousands of sword qi to test the sword for themselves, and the effect of practicing the sword in this way is twice the result with half the effort.

Meng Juntong handed the little bag back into Xiang Xuan's hands: "Little Xiang Xuan, you have to take care of this bag, it can be regarded as keeping it for me, okay?"

Xiang Xuan's face immediately showed excitement when he heard this, and he nodded vigorously: "Master, you can rest assured, Xuan'er will definitely help you keep it well." ”

Meng Juntong smiled, turned his head and looked at the sword qi bamboo forest again: "Xiao Xiang Xuan, do you remember the strange uncle you said, at most how many small fish can be entangled with at one time." ”

Xiang Xuan frowned slightly, tried to think for a while, reached out and gently patted his smooth little brain: "There should be hundreds of small fish, they swim too fast, I haven't counted them, anyway, there are a lot of them." ”

Meng Juntong was slightly shocked in her heart, hundreds of sword qi, with her current martial arts, I am afraid it is difficult to fight at all, at the moment she also wants to see where her limit is, so she turned to Xiang Xuan and said: "Little Xiang Xuan, you help me light it outside, and see how many small fish I can block successively." ”

Xiang Xuan didn't know what Meng Juntong wanted to do, but she still nodded obediently, stretched out her little fist and rubbed her eyes, ready to use her eyes to help herself, the master she had just met, do the first thing she asked her to do.

Meng Juntong held his breath and concentrated again, the fragrance under his feet flashed for a moment, and the next moment his body was already standing in the center of the sword qi bamboo forest.

At the same time, the sword qi in the sword qi bamboo forest seemed to sense Meng Juntong's sudden appearance, the first sword qi white rainbow came through the sun, Meng Juntong deliberately calmed down his emotions this time, raised his hand and turned his wrist, his body moved, not stimulating the sword qi, but directly breaking the sword qi with the sword.

As the sword blade slammed heavily on the sword qi, with a crisp sound, the first sword qi was picked up and shattered by Meng Juntong.

At the same time, the second sword qi flipped like a swimming dragon, attacking the left and right sides, and the routine was still the previous routine, but the speed seemed to be faster.

Meng Juntong was not in a hurry, she was consciously deploying her true qi and internal force, and with one move, she fished out the moon and shook out a full moon arc of sword light, defeating the left and right sword qi at the same time.

Four sword lights lit up, this was the front and back, left and right four directions, Meng Juntong's mind quickly searched for the corresponding swordsmanship to be able to crack the attack in this direction, and at the moment when the sword qi was present, a splitting air dance was cast.

In a hidden corner not far away, Ah Wen showed half of his body, looking at Meng Juntong who was trapped in the sword qi bamboo forest and fighting with the sword qi, he smiled: "This girl still hasn't opened her mind, but she's not in a hurry, and wait and see." ”

When eight eight or sixty-four sword qi lit up at the same time, Meng Juntong felt that her limit had been reached, she took a deep breath, and retreated as close to the edge of the sword qi bamboo forest as possible, and before that, she was already prepared.

The sound of the sword roar sounded in the forest, and the swishing sound seemed to be connected into a whole series of echoes, converging into a sword qi cage that was used as a hood against Meng Juntong.

Meng Juntong wiped the sword with one finger, pointed at the sword and sang: "Sword Song Nine Styles!