Meng Juntong gathered his energy and concentrated, the sword led to one place, and the sword was the order, and the sword was vigorous. The surrounding streets around her were covered with a thin layer of frost. With a sword intent similar to seven or eight fractals, it can reach this level, and if it is really 'Yi Shui Han' is cast, I am afraid that it will not be impossible to freeze the Luojiang River.

"Good sword intent," Gongsun Sheng swung back into the strange cross fist frame from before, his center of gravity pressed a few points lower, and he carefully increased his concentration to prevent the opponent from taking him by surprise.

"Sword tide, rise!" The Qingfeng sword in front of him suddenly pointed upward, Meng Juntong was like a battlefield on a battlefield, standing in front of a million male divisions, waving his sword and giving orders, with this order, the original scattered frost suddenly began to flow wildly like the tide of the Hanhai Sea, and washed towards Gongsun Sheng.

There was no specific direction of attack for this blow, no matter from which position it was felt, this sword dynasty was heading towards Gongsun Sheng. It was intended to block all of Gongsun Sheng's actions, and the significance of the control of the frost tide in front of him was far greater than its killing effect.

Gongsun Sheng's boxing changed, not only gave up the original defensive posture, but directly opened the front door, spread his fists flat, and made a full-attack posture.

"Good come, look at me!" said Gongsun Sheng, who flipped with both hands into fists, first with a straight fist with his right hand, and then with a straight right fist and a straight fist with his left fist.

The unremarkable movements, just the flat one left and one right switched back and forth to punch, and at the same time the feet moved, deflecting around his body non-stop.

This punch burst out one after another, and the fist momentum was just and grand, like a storm crashing on the shore, endlessly. In the cold mist wave surging from Meng Juntong, Gongsun Sheng's fist surged rapidly, and suddenly the air suddenly condensed into a huge fist composed of gray soil.

Ice condenses with water, water comes to cover the earth, Gongsun Sheng is worthy of being a person who has reached the peak of Xiaodaozun in cultivation, and has a keen sense of integration into the soul of the establishment and borrowing of power, as well as the principle of mutual growth and restraint between heaven and earth.

The gray earth fist collided violently with the water mist sword qi, raising the dust and water vapor in the sky on the entire Yurong Road, and for a while, the people around the battle were all disgraced.

And at this moment, Meng Juntong stabbed out with another sword, this sword is obviously different from the thorn in the basic swordsmanship, because this sword does not look straight, but like a wisp of cloud qi meandering and flying, bending, outlining, changing, condensing, and gradually forming the outline of a flying cloud.

The previous ice tide and mist are all paving the way for this sword, combined with the water vapor of this ice tide, condensing its flying cloud sword, in order to achieve the real artistic conception of 'flowing clouds and flowing water sword'.

Although Gongsun Sheng's fist fist turned away most of the ice tide mist in his body, Meng Juntong's layout had already been formed, and it was obviously a sword that attacked head-on, but Gongsun Sheng had a feeling that he didn't know how to parry.

The wind is invisible and the clouds are powerless, this sword can only be described by the word ethereal, the previous Xiao Xiao Yi Shui Han, it seems that this sword only plays a precursor to it.

Gongsun Sheng put his fists together in front of him, and his whole body was gently pushed, he chose to use his physical body to shake this sword, for his innate innate spiritual power nourished by the incomparable tenacity, and the day after tomorrow with the hard work of the body, Gongsun Sheng is very confident that he can block this sword. Institutions

Because it is an active attack, Gongsun Sheng has a great opportunity to selectively impact a specific stage of Meng Juntong's Liuyun Sword Style, such as the rotation, bending, changing, and illusory alternation of the sword style, and not every sword is in a complete offensive posture.

And when he bumped into the Qingfeng Sword, the Qingfeng Sword was just in a state of turning from virtual to real, and it had not yet made its sword intent full to 100%.

With a ding, Meng Juntong pointed a sword on Gongsun Sheng's iron fist to protect the wall, Gongsun Sheng didn't realize that the iron wrist he wore to increase weight training had never been taken off, and it naturally became his own set of protective gear in front of him.

The sword body of the Qingfeng sword slowly increased by a slight arc, and the next moment, the sword body suddenly straightened, and the iron fist on Gongsun Sheng's arm clicked, and it was shattered into four pieces, this is a first-class thousand-year-old black cold iron material, which is one of the hardest materials in the world, and it actually crumbled like this.

Gongsun Sheng himself didn't see how Meng Juntong's sword was powerful, he only felt that the arm that was blocking the hard block lost consciousness almost instantly, and then, the other arm that overlapped under it came with severe pain.

"Sword tide, rise again!" This time, all the sword qi tides washed towards Gongsun Sheng from the front, and Gongsun Sheng's body was like a flat boat on the sea, which was directly swept backwards, bang, bang, three muffled sounds, Gongsun Sheng actually crashed into the three brick walls behind him.

"Yi Shui Han!" It was only at this moment that Meng Juntong launched the real Yi Shui Han, as the sword in his hand danced, the virtual and real indistinguishable sword light overlapped and flashed, and the water vapor that originally seemed to have been dispersed by Gongsun Sheng actually reappeared, and at the same time appeared around Gongsun Sheng, and the next moment Gongsun Sheng's body was covered with an extremely thick layer of frost, including the alley where he fell, it was frozen into a world of ice and snow.

"It's so strong," some of the people watching the battle understood Meng Juntong's battle intentions, and couldn't help but gasp slightly.

Although Gongsun Sheng's skills are profound, but all of them are frontal with a hard way of playing, but Meng Juntong has a clever layout, starting with Yi Shuihan, attacking with a flowing sword style, and forming a suppression, just when he changed his moves back and forth, and suppressed the virtual and real, Gongsun Sheng had already lost his guard against Yi Shuihan, and at this moment, the real Yi Shuihan, after two waves of sword tides, really broke out and completed the battle purpose of freezing Yi Shuihan.

I have to say that Meng Juntong fought much better than Gongsun Sheng.

Luo Wushuang in the National Teacher's Mansion also squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at Meng Juntong on the street with a smile, this girl's spirituality in swordsmanship is indeed not inferior to her mother at all.

"I said a long time ago, she could handle it. Ah Wen's voice came lazily, Luo Wushuang looked up, but saw Ah Wen carrying a wine gourd, sitting on a cornice, from top to bottom, calmly watching the battle.

Luo Wushuang nodded and said, "I also think she can do it, but she still lacks some heat." ”

Ah Wen pursed his lips disdainfully: "You who are engaged in scheming, your heart is too dirty, it's better to learn the sword, learning the sword is simple, there are not so many bent intestines, no matter how you change, the final pursuit is nothing more than a fast, accurate, and stable." ”

Luo Wushuang just smiled, and didn't answer Ah Wen's words again, but he sighed secretly in his heart, this world is much more difficult than complicated, which is why, for hundreds of years, there has only been one Ah Wen's truth above the Sword Qi Heavenly Gate.