Ding.

Wang Jingmeng's sword pierced the heavy sword that flew towards the door in front of him.

Meng Qiong frowned.

The heavy sword flew back towards him.

He was a little admired, and even a little amazed.

Obviously, the other party just stabbed, and the power of his heavy sword to move forward was exhausted, and he flew back directly.

The sword intent of the other party's sword is really not simple.

But of course, he didn't think the other side could overcome him.

His right hand was raised upwards, and with just two fingers outstretched, he caught the edge of the heavy sword.

In the process, his left-handed sword was not sluggish at all.

However, at this moment, Wang Jingmeng's left hand also stretched out like electricity!

Wang Jingmeng only had one sword, and his left hand was empty, but his index and middle fingers were fingers together.

The astonishment in Meng Qiong's eyes turned into shock, even horror.

He had a pain in his left wrist.

The veins on his wrist were actually stabbed by Wang Jingmeng's finger!

He shouted loudly, holding the sword blade between the fingers of his right hand, the true yuan in his body roared, pouring out without reservation, he used the sword blade as the hilt, and the sword hilt as the sword edge, and stabbed towards Wang Jingmeng, who was already in front of him!

At the same time, his left hand still held the short sword strongly, and he didn't let it go, and a more dazzling sword light rose from the bottom to the top, stabbing at Wang Jingmeng's lower abdomen.

There was a soft pop.

Fresh, hot blood gushed out and fell on the clothes like peach blossoms.

However, the blood did not come from Wang Jingmeng's body, but from his shoulder socket.

He was stabbed in the shoulder socket of his right shoulder by Wang Jingmeng's sword.

The hilt of the heavy sword he was holding between the two fingers of his right hand hit Wang Jingmeng's chest, but there was no follow-up strength, but he just pushed Wang Jingmeng back a step, and the sword in Wang Jingmeng's hand was detached from his right shoulder more quickly.

His sword in his left hand missed.

Not only did Wang Jingmeng take a step back, but his body also shook backwards when he was stabbed by Wang Jingmeng.

Only a few inches away, the short sword in his hand did not touch Wang Jingmeng's clothes.

"How is that possible!"

A howl of pain and intense disbelief rang out in the dead silence.

With a thud, the heavy sword slammed through his fingers and nearly slashed at his toes.

Meng Qiong's eyes were blood-red, he didn't look at the sword, but looked at Wang Jingmeng deadly, "How can you be faster than me." ”

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly.

He took a step back, making sure that the other party did not have the possibility of attacking immediately, and he slowly crossed his sword to his chest again, and said, "My sword is faster than your heavy sword, and my fingers are more flexible than your short sword."

Meng Qiong's face looked more square.

Because when he needs to be calm and think, he always subconsciously clenches his teeth tighter.

His chest rose and fell violently, the breath on his body was turbulent, and the ups and downs of his chest gave people the impression that he was about to burst the clothes on his body.

He admitted that what Wang Jingmeng said was reasonable.

There is no doubt that the opponent's sword is faster than his heavy sword, and the opponent's finger sword can stab his wrist, and he can reluctantly agree, because the finger is not a dead thing after all, and when facing his short sword, as long as he is calm to the extreme, he can avoid his sword blade cutting.

But there is still a truth for practitioners in the world of practitioners.

"My cultivation is much higher than yours, not only the power of the true element, but also the perception. Perception means reaction and speed. The same leaf falls, and the speed at which the leaf falls in my eyes can be much slower than what you see. This is a gap that cannot be avoided by any trick. He looked at Wang Jingmeng and said the truth he had always knew, and his mood still fluctuated greatly, so his voice was full of trills.

"Seeing the moves, there is also intuition and prediction. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said calmly: "If you have already predicted the trajectory of a certain sword, then such a speed is meaningless. ”

Meng Qiong couldn't refute it.

He didn't believe anyone could have such a gift, but beyond that, there was no explanation.

And that's what he saw.

His shoulder socket was still bleeding.

The sword pierced deeply, and with incredible precision, piercing one of his vital bloodlines.

Even if he was able to seal this bloodline at this time, if he attacked with all his strength in the future, his wound would still crack.

"I'm defeated. ”

He lowered his head and said.

Wang Jingmeng didn't make a sound, he just continued to wait, waiting for the other party's explanation.

"You're right, you do need a reason to kill. ”

Meng Qiong's voice was low, so low that only Wang Jingmeng could hear it clearly, "I also have a reason to be here, because my master needs to kill someone, and I have to lure away a certain cultivator beside that person. If I kill someone like this here, that person should come. My master was able to successfully kill the man he wanted to kill, but I didn't expect that the man had not yet come, but a swordsman like you had come. ”

Wang Jingmeng's brows furrowed deeply.

He heard the other party's reason for killing innocents, but this reason made him feel the darkness that he had never been exposed to.

A feeling of utter unpleasure came over him, as if he had inhaled some cotton wool between his breaths.

"So it's not like you're going to make trouble and kill people when you're drunk, it's all your master's conspiracy, and you're just trying to lure the cultivator he fears here?"

He looked at Meng Qiong and said, "Who is the master you are talking about?"

Meng Qiong didn't answer, he didn't look up, more blood flowed out, but it didn't come from the wound on his shoulder, but from his mouth and nose.

There were many small sounds in his body, like a sheepskin valve leaking.

A slight chill arose in Wang Jingmeng's body.

He felt the will to die.

The practitioner was dying quickly.

There were suppressed cheers.

Louder cheers followed.

The villagers in the surrounding villages and towns were extremely happy when they watched Meng Qiong's death.

Especially those villagers who begged Wang Jingmeng to kill Meng Qiong, they knelt down directly in the streets and alleys.

However, Wang Jingmeng looked at the blood spreading on the ground, and he did not have any joy in his heart.

He doesn't like a person's life being manipulated by others, and he feels that any life deserves respect.

He also didn't like Meng Qiong, because Meng Qiong could also kill people here indiscriminately for some conspiracy.

But he didn't like the master behind Meng Qiong even more, and this kind of thing like mildew growing in a dark corner.

He felt that love and hate needed to be clear, and even more so to be bright.

The bright world is the real world.

He didn't have many thoughts at this time, he was very simple, he just felt that such a thing was disgusting and wrong.

......

......

Some people like light, others like darkness.

Everything in this world is divided into two ends, and so are people's preferences.

For many people, the adult world is divided into preferences and interests.

A merchant ship floats on the Weishui outside Changling.

This merchant ship belongs to a certain business in Changling, which is usually used to transport tung oil, and there are at least dozens of boatmen, but now these boatmen are not there, only two people sit on the deck facing each other, and there is a table with some wine and food in between.

Both of them are dressed as ordinary businessmen, and one is obviously a foreigner, and his demeanor, including facial features, is obviously different from that of people in the Changling area.

The foreigner looked at the Changling merchant opposite, picked up the wine glass, but he didn't drink it, only looked at the color of the wine in the glass, and said lightly: "My teacher asked me to come because I asked me to tell you that his conditions can naturally be agreed, but he has a condition, and you must also complete it." ”

The white-faced and beardless Changling merchant who looked very elegant asked politely, "What conditions?"

"My master wants that the strongest cultivator in your Qin Land no longer exists in the world. The stranger said.

Changling Shang Jia's face changed slightly: "The strongest cultivator, what do you mean..."

"Apart from Gu Liren in the Bashan Sword Field, who else can be called the strongest?" the outsider said sarcastically, "Is there a cultivator who is stronger than him?"

Changling Shangjia's face became more ugly and more dignified, and said: "With the strength he showed, who could possibly kill him, not to mention Yu Zuochi and the others..."

"There will always be ways to think about it. His words were interrupted again by the stranger, who smiled and said, "Any business is in and out, and if you want to get it, you must pay in the end." ”

The Changling merchant was silent.

His face was gloomy, but a chill felt in his heart.

He thought of some methods, but no matter which way they were, it meant that Changling and the Great Qin Dynasty would lose some of the strongest cultivators, and the Great Qin Dynasty would become weak, and this was probably what the other party wanted to see in the end.

Whether such a effort is worth it, he has no answer in his heart.

"My master also wants me to have a few words with your master, some of them are jokes. The foreigner's smile faded even more, "Cheng Jiao is really much worse than Ying Wu, but your master wants to help him to take the position at any cost, so my master smiled and asked, is it because he is from your master, so he is so troublesome?"

Hearing this, Changling Shang Jia Huoran raised his head, and his eyes were full of cold and murderous intent.

"Don't be angry, we're just messengers, don't take their thoughts as we think. The stranger looked at him and shook his head, and said, "Any business, especially a big business, needs to be decided as soon as possible, and you should also understand that for us, we can also do business with others." ”