Meng Ran went back to the room and took the Spring Return Knife, then made a gesture to Ji Furong, and then walked straight in the direction of the staircase.

Ji Furong hugged her sword and followed behind Meng Ran.

A moment later, there were already two figures standing on the street in front of the inn, it was Meng Ran and Ji Furong who were about to fight.

The frivolous boy did not follow the two downstairs, but came to Meng Ran's room as if no one was around, standing at the window overlooking the young boys and girls in the street.

Brother Gongzi raised his right hand slightly, gently tapped the window lattice with the white jade fan in his hand, and said casually: "This kid is really confident, he dares to really fight with the eldest lady of the Ji family, I am beginning to appreciate him a little." ”

I thought that the boys and girls would immediately fight together, but I didn't expect these two people to talk nonsense, and the content of the nonsense turned out to be somewhat similar to what was said yesterday.

Meng Ran looked at Ji Furong in front of him seriously, and said softly: "Miss Ji, there must be a favorable time, place and people in every battle. Yesterday I won over you with a plan, so that you lost a little sharpness, this is the time of day, last night I recuperated here in this place, this is the right place, you provoked without reason, and lost people. So no matter how you look at it, you have no chance of winning......"

Ji Furong had long lost the patience she had when she invited the battle just now, so she sharply interrupted Meng Ran's chatter and reprimanded: "Okay, you little white face, do you still want to mess with my mind with yesterday's methods? Do you think I will make mistakes twice in the same place? Then you underestimate me too much." Look at the sword. ”

As soon as the sword word fell, the long sword on Ji Furong's waist was already out of its sheath, and the blade was bright and dazzling in the early morning light.

Ji Furong, who had a sword in his hand, was a little more heroic, and with a clear roar, there were already a few more sword flowers in the air.

If the charming and dazzling sword flower is touched by ordinary people, it will definitely splash a few pink peach blossoms.

The terrible sound of the sword sounded from time to time, and Ji Furong had already attacked several moves in a row.

In the face of aggressive sword moves, Meng Ran just blindly dodged.

In a few breaths, Meng Ran had already retreated five or six steps in a row on the bluestone slab.

Seeing Meng Ran's reaction like this, Ji Furong became more and more firm in the conjecture in her heart, Meng Ran's knife style definitely needs enough time to brew, as long as he keeps attacking and doesn't give Meng Ran a chance to take the initiative, he will definitely lose.

Ji Furong thought like this in her heart, the movements in her hands never stopped, and she still chased after Meng Ran in front of her.

A sword slashed out, and three or four white sword qi appeared in midair.

The sword qi crisscrossed and attacked Meng Ran like a talisman.

With this move, the young boy who was standing on the second floor watching the battle sighed softly: "The true recipe of the Ji family's Dao Sword Rune? This Ji Furong's talent is much higher than the outside world thinks, it seems that this little brother will definitely be defeated." ”

In the face of such sword moves, Meng Ran had only one thought, "So fast." ”

Although Meng Ran's cultivation has entered the five grades of martial arts, he is still a real frog at the bottom of the well, and his cultivation has been promoted several times by chance, and there are only a few real bloody battles, let alone such a mysterious and unpredictable attack method.

In the pupils of his eyes, he could no longer see the appearance of the opponent in front of him, only an overwhelming sword talisman.

Ji Furong is really strong, and she deserves to be the best among the young generation in Suzhou.

With this sword alone, it can overwhelm the entire Jiangnan Dongdao's Junjie.

These inconsequential thoughts flashed quickly in Meng Ran's heart, and a sharp roar came out of his mouth.

His Chungui knife was still in its sheath, but it was pulled out in just this instant, and he handed the long knife in his hand sideways for no reason.

His arm trembled slightly, and the abundant and pure true qi in the dantian gathered on the right hand holding the knife like a spring gushing out, and the Spring Return Knife instantly brightened a little, like an autumn water swaying in the air.

The autumn water flew by, crashing into the overwhelming sword talisman without skill.

For a time, if a boulder is thrown into a big river, it stirs up a thousand waves.

There was a muffled explosion throughout the street, shaking the old ashes on the surrounding rooftops.

The autumn water collapsed, and the sword talisman disappeared.

This is the first time that the two have met in real strength since the start of the war.

It was evenly divided, and no one had the upper hand.

Ji Furong used a sword to no avail, and handed the long sword in his hand forward for a few points, and a few more sword marks instantly appeared in the air.

The white sword body was filled with more than a dozen white sword qi, and the sword qi crisscrossed and formed, forming a sword talisman that stretched across the street.

The sword talisman rose with the wind, and after a while, there was already a gurgling stream in front of Ji Furong.

The direction in which the stream was running was Meng Ran, who was wielding a knife.

The rushing stream was reflected in Meng Ran's eyes and also flowed into his heart.

Meng Ran took a deep breath, his right hand holding the knife tightened a little, and then jumped up on the spot like a goshawk, and the Spring Return Knife in his hand slashed down like lightning.

The morning sun rises slowly in the east, and the moon retreats into the boundless sky, which is a well-known truth.

But a scene that violated the laws of the world happened, and a relatively complete moon suddenly appeared on the street in front of the inn.

At the moment when the moonlight is lit up, the eyes of the world are no longer above the rising sun, and they all look at the full moon that radiates light.

The full moon rises and the stream rushes.

The full moon shines on the stream.

Moon, since ancient times.

Creeks, from time to time.

There was a muffled boom.

The stream collapsed, and the full moon still hung high in the air, continuing to shine countless moonlight.

With this knife, Meng Ran showed his strength to the fullest.

The street was quite wide, but Meng Ran's knife intent almost covered the street, and the seemingly slow, but incomparable moonlight had already slashed in front of Ji Furong like thunder.

Ji Furong looked at the sword in front of her with a solemn expression, and the long sword in her hand was swung out, and there was already a fairly tall green mountain in front of her.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.

The green hills are majestic, offsetting the full moon that refuses to dissipate.

There was a crisp sound of 'dang', and the swords collided.

Ji Furong's sword body appropriately resisted Meng Ran's sword momentum.

One push and one send, the two slowly separated.

The sword walks with him, like a dragon in the sky.

The knife moves at will, like a meteor trailing in the sky.

Meng Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, and after taking a deep breath, his figure jumped up at the same time, and the long knife in his hand cut through the sky.

It was obviously the time when the morning light was sprinkled all over the world, but there were three more bright moons in the air above the street, shining on Ji Furong in unison.

Ji Furong only felt a little more oppressive in her heart, and even her breathing was a little tight, and she hurriedly injected the true qi in her body into the long sword in her hand, in order to launch a counterattack in the shortest possible time.

She stabbed the long sword in her hand diagonally, and a sunset appeared on the opposite side of the three bright moons.

The moonlight is incomparable, and the twilight is thick.

There was a bang.

The bright moon and the setting sun shattered at the same time, and the two invisible forces intertwined, forming a magnificent scene of more than three feet on the not very wide street.

A brilliant galaxy of more than three feet appeared above the street.

The onlookers on the second floor of the inn were attracted by this galaxy and froze on this fleeting, short-lived magnificent scene.

The frivolous boy involuntarily swallowed his saliva and muttered: "These two monsters, the movements they make are more colorful than the fights at the level of the little grandmaster, they are really talents, if I can bring these two under my command, I will definitely be like a tiger......

At this time, several windows on the street had been opened, and in addition to the young man's brother, there were also several Jianghu guests who were also watching the battle, whispering comments from time to time.

The galaxy disappeared, and everyone moved their eyes one after another, staring closely at the young men and girls who were about to make another move.

At this time, Ji Furong only felt that she was full of power, the sword she had just used was called 'Twilight Remnant Sun', and she had only successfully used it once in the past drill, but now it was actually a sword success under Meng Ran's persecution.

In the past few years, Ji Furong has never stabbed a sword so happily and comfortably as she does today.

The joy was followed by a wave of unexplained unease.

Ji Furong noticed that something was wrong, her sword was old, and she was still stabbing high into the sky.

However, Meng Ran was already standing with his knife closed, and at this time he swung a knife.

It was just a simple move to sweep through thousands of troops, and the long sword in Ji Furong's hand let out an irrepressible scream.

Without waiting for Furong to withdraw the long sword, Meng Ran had already slashed twice in a row, and the knife hit the sword body.

Ji Furong's right hand holding the sword trembled, and she almost couldn't hold her weapon.

The shock spread, and the back of her delicate right hand was already covered with blood flowers, and there were more than a dozen dense small openings at the tiger's mouth.

Ji Furong's pupils contracted violently, and she could react, just before Meng Ran deliberately performed such a move, guiding her to use the sword momentum of the twilight remnant sun!

With a clear roar, the long sword in Ji Furong's hand slashed downward, much faster than the speed of cultivation on weekdays.

"It's too late!

"Slow!"

The spectators standing by the window on the second floor let out a soft sigh, sighing for Ji Furong, who was about to lose.

The son-in-law who was pinching the white jade fan sighed softly: "This kid is really powerful, he actually beat the chick of the Ji family." ”

In the eyes of everyone, the battle has come to an end, and the winner has been decided.

Listening to the sound of 'dang', Ji Furong's sword slashed at the Chungui knife that had been waiting for a long time.

The sword body is already thinner and brittle than the sword body, and such a hard impact is obviously more disadvantageous for the person who uses the sword.

With an angry roar, Ji Furong could no longer control her body and took several steps back one after another.

Meng Ran made another stab in the gaze of many eyes.

The knife was silent, slashing towards Ji Furong at a lightning speed.

This is the fastest castration knife in the Heavenly Sword Technique, Meng Ran took advantage of the victory to pursue, and did not want any accidents to happen in this battle.

Ji Furong barely raised her sword to resist, and her figure, which was already a little skewed, staggered back, like a drunkard who was drunk.

Meng Ran slashed at Ji Furong as quickly as the wind, intending to defeat the opponent completely.

"How could I be defeated in the hands of your little white face!"

At this moment, Ji Furong, who was about to lose, shouted angrily, and the scattered true qi in her body suddenly became violent, and she wandered in the eight veins of the Qi Jing very brutally, like a flood that had broken the embankment, and vented to the right hand holding the long sword.

The white sword had an eerie crimson tinge on it.

Just as Ji Furong was about to swing her long sword, there was an additional figure behind her.

The person who came here clicked a few times on Ji Furong's back and chest acupoints, and the original tyrannical and crazy true qi suddenly stopped flowing and slowly fell silent.