The morning sun is warm and soft, and there is a breeze above the clouds, which is a good time to fight the sword.

Halfway up the mountain, Shang Yunjian and Long Yao stood side by side, their eyes fixed on somewhere in the forest, as if waiting for something interesting to happen.

Shang Yunjian was the first to break the calm: "Do you think he can pass the level of these four little guys today?"

Long Yao replied without thinking, "Yes." ”

Shang Yunjian said strangely: "Why?"

Long Yao smiled and said: "Xiao Xiu takes the initiative to challenge, that is, he has the certainty of victory." ”

The smile on Shang Yunjian's face became a little playful, and he said, "Although I know that I can't bet on you, I still want to try betting on those four little guys." ”

Long Yao said lightly: "Did you instigate them or something?"

Shang Yunjian slowly looked away and did not answer the question.

......

The faint morning light is still morning light, but the feeling above and below the clouds is very different.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator felt warm and warm now.

Not only because the medicinal power of the past few days had all acted in his dantian qi sea, but also because he was excited because of his understanding.

He is now standing in the wind, in high spirits.

A handful of hair swung dissatisfiedly into the wind, and the handful of hair on his head fluttered in the wind again, even more elegant.

At the moment it moves, the competition has already begun.

The speed of a handful of hair itself is fast, the speed of the wooden sword is even faster, and the sword shadow seems to be swept from all directions, like a wind and rain, and it is completely impossible to distinguish the order.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator did not attempt to hard-connect.

With a pinch of hair, the results of the fast fight were revealed the day before yesterday.

So he didn't pay attention to the wind and rain around him, and only guarded the world around him.

No matter where these sword shadows came from, they were unceremoniously blocked by the Coldness Sword.

A pinch of hair squeaked angrily, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator still ignored it.

He is now like a big mountain, no matter how the east, west, north and south winds are raging, he can't let it break open in the slightest.

The more urgent the cry of a handful of hair, the more wind and rain prevail, and it is still in vain.

Finally, the wooden sword in its hand fell because of the soreness and weakness in its hand, and the handful of hair on its head was already messy in the wind.

It stared blankly at the wooden sword on the ground, and after a while it was forced to accept this fact, it shouted angrily twice, and dragged the wooden sword back unwillingly.

Bei Ming Xiu slowly retracted his sword, obviously the previous stormy attack of a pinch of hair did not cause him much consumption.

His gaze turned to the white-spotted monkey.

White Spot raised his sword and saluted.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled faintly, and the cold sword flowed out.

As soon as you make a move, the city is full of wind and rain.

A handful of unwilling but excited cries came.

It knew it was its swordsmanship.

And although the speed of the Northern Meditation Cultivator's sword is not as fast as it, it already has a bit of taste.

When the wind and rain came again, the white-spotted monkey's expression froze, and the wooden sword dragged out horizontally, as if building a levee to block the invasion of the wind and rain.

But soon, the embankment has been eroded by the wind and rain.

The white spots became more and more dignified.

It had tried several times to control the sword path of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but each sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivation was as shallow as a dragonfly in water, and it was not given any chance at all.

And in this process, the sword of the Northern Meditation Cultivator had already woven a sword momentum that was completely mastered by himself in this wind and rain.

A light flashed in the eyes of the Northern Immortal Cultivator, and the sword path of the Cold Immortal Sword turned sharply, entangled in the defense of the wooden sword like a spiritual snake, and took advantage of the situation to hook and pick up, and the white spot of the wooden sword was already flying.

White Spot nodded towards the north, picked up the wooden sword, and walked back silently.

Without any pause, the red-haired monkey walked out with a strong fighting spirit and a sword.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled at him and raised the Cold Immortal Sword in his hand.

A "squeak" with excitement echoed in the mountains and forests.

The red hair seemed to turn into a red cloud, and the wooden sword in his hand poked out with a fierce wind.

The Northern Immortal Cultivator looked at this sword calmly, and the Cold Immortal Sword greeted it with a breeze.

There was a soft thud.

The wooden sword was shaken away a little by the Cold Darkness Sword, and the sword momentum that had just accumulated abruptly deviated along with the sword path, and it would be difficult to swing back for a while.

The red-haired monkey's sword is indomitable and powerful, so when the sword path is offset, even if it reacts, it is too late.

Before the spark could ignite the weeds, it was extinguished and lost its power.

After struggling to support dozens of swords, Hongmao finally reluctantly admitted that he couldn't get the sword path back on track, put away the sword with an aggrieved expression, and silently retreated to the side.

The black-faced monkey reluctantly discovered that he seemed to be the only one left.

It lifted the wooden stick and motioned for the Northern Meditation Cultivator to make a casual move.

The Northern Cultivator smiled and stabbed out with a sword.

Without any incident, the stick stopped in front of the Stygian Sword again.

The Cold Stygian Sword was shaken back, but the black face was a little puzzled.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator did not pause in the slightest, and the second sword came again.

It was still the same place, and the black-faced monkey didn't even move the stick, and then he felt the strength from the Cold-Stygian Sword again.

The black-faced monkey yawned, apparently thinking that it had saved some effort.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled slightly, and then took out the third sword, then the fourth sword, and then the fifth sword......

Whenever a sword was bounced back by a wooden stick, the Northern Immortal Cultivator would take advantage of the situation to make the Cold Stygian Sword draw an arc to remove the force, and stab the next sword with the residual strength.

In ancient times, there was a legend that a foolish man overcame many difficulties and worked hard to dig the mountain every day, and this perseverance and perseverance moved the heavens, and finally the two gods removed the mountain.

The Northern Meditation is also moving mountains now.

Unlike the legend, although there may be immortals on the top of the clouds, they will definitely not help the Northern Meditation Cultivator.

But the mountain formed by the sword momentum of the black face is not as high as Taihang and the royal house.

The most important thing is that the Northern Meditation Cultivator is not a fool of old age and decrepitude.

When the momentum of each sword is gone, it merges into the next sword with a breeze.

This sword and sword continue to hit the same cliff wall of the mountain, can this mountain not be pierced?

After not knowing whether it was the five hundred and forty-seventh sword or the five hundred and forty-eighth sword, the black-faced monkey finally couldn't hold on and took a step back.

The mountain does not move, and this retreat, the sword momentum of the wooden stick has been completely dissipated, and it can no longer form an impenetrable defense.

It also means that it loses.

The black-faced monkey was not too discouraged, calmly returned to the treetops, and began to close his eyes and recuperate.

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and bowed his hand to the four monkeys, turned around and was about to leave.

The red fur glanced at a pinch of hair and squeaked twice.

A pinch of hair suddenly excited, and hurriedly woke up the black face.

The black face looked reluctant, but after listening to the words of a pinch of hair, his spirit was also lifted.

White Spot sighed and didn't object.

......

The four monkeys were chattering together, and the Northern Meditation Cultivator could naturally hear it.

But the discordant voice, once present, was enough to arouse his vigilance.

It's his near-instinctive reflexes.

After quickly turning his head, he couldn't help but sigh, and secretly said in his heart: "Who instigated it, it's shameless!"

In front of him, three swords and one stick accompanied by a strong wind, all attacked him.