Suddenly, he felt that the air around him was stagnant, as if the air was mixed with countless honey.

There was no vitality in these sword marks, but it still made it difficult for him to breathe.

He already understood that the five sword scriptures given to him by Gu Liren were not as simple as he imagined, but it was obvious that many of the sword moves in these sword marks gave him a more subtle and changeable feeling, and more powerful.

The most important thing is that these sword scriptures seem to tell a person how to paint, and these sword marks are like finished products that have been drawn by extremely skilled painters, and they are arrayed one by one.

His oppression came more from the realm of these people who left sword marks.

Because those people were too strong, at least for him at this point, he felt such a strong pressure.

In fact, the vast majority of cultivators in the world probably don't feel the pressure they are under while they are here.

Because very few people can understand these sword marks.

Gu Liren's judgment of him was not wrong, and Wang Jingmeng's talent in this area even surpassed him.

Ordinary people see that a painting is a painting, and they can't see the brushstrokes and color tones inside, but when he sees such a painting, he seems to directly see the whole process of the painter's painting.

He was fascinated.

It's a shocking fascination.

Even if countless sword scriptures were placed in front of him and piled up around him, they couldn't compare to countless sword masters with swords around him.

It is true that these sword marks come from many, many, not a few.

The breadth of the blade, the runes on the sword, the means of using the sword, the way of exerting force....these are all things that can make him come to such a conclusion with certainty.

He stood motionless, he looked at the sword marks one by one, and slowly deduced the direction of those swords in his heart, speculating what length and width it was, and then deducing the runes on those swords, the true essence of those cultivators flowing on this sword, and what kind of sword qi was emitting from it.

As time passed, the sky began to light up, but he did not notice it.

There is no current heaven and earth in his eyes, only the heaven and earth when these sword marks were left.

He first saw a lot of people besieging him.

There were many people attacking from all directions, besieging the cultivator he was in.

The vast majority of sword marks come from the hands of these swordsmen.

The sword intent of these sword marks is like the direction he is standing in at this time, but the sword intent of counterattacking outside is all from the same sword, from the same person.

There was nothing wrong with his instincts at the first time.

These swordsmen and the swords in their hands are like a huge cage, trying to trap and kill the person in the cage.

The final outcome of the battle is unknown to him.

But how powerful is it to be able to face dozens or even hundreds of such powerful swordsmen alone, and to be able to fight back?

His body trembled slightly, and he felt that he couldn't imagine it.

He has always been a very calm person.

But the pressure and shock he was subjected to here took him a long time to completely calm down.

There is no absolutely superior or inferior sword move, only whether it is used at the right time or not, and only whether the person who uses the sword move is strong or weak.

Gu Liren's education for him is like this, and he also feels so.

So he didn't just look at the sword moves of the most powerful besieged man, but started from the simplest, the easiest sword marks for him to deduce.

He had brought a lot of dry food with him, but he didn't think it was enough.

So he picked a lot of wild fruits, took some water and came back, and then sat down in this cage composed of countless sword marks, and quietly began to look at each sword mark.

He first looked at how each sword was attacked, and then thought in his heart what sword move he would use to break it, and what sword move to use to counterattack.

Back then, the people in this cage faced many swords at the same time, but in his world at this time, they fought against these attackers one after another.

and these ancients many years ago, one after another.

Fighting with the ancients who did not really exist in their minds, judging the position of the sword qi emitted by the sword through the direction of the sword marks, and then imagining at what angle the sword stabbed in the air, and then what kind of posture the true yuan walked on the sword and what kind of runes bloomed through.

Judging by the height of the sword and the angle of inclination, after a little time, he could even imagine in his mind what kind of figure the person holding the sword was, tall and thin... In addition to the unimaginable face, the outline vaguely appeared in his mind.

This is unimaginable for the vast majority of cultivators in the world, even for a figure like Yu Zuochi, but it is a very sad thing after all.

Every time he thought about this sword, and then came up with a breaking method in his mind, he would spend a long time, and then spend a lot of time resting, and then concentrate on the next sword.

It can be as short as half an hour, or as long as several hours.

It's just like looking at the scenery, seeing clearly, and seeing the people you like are often full of joy and forget the passage of time.

For Wang Jingmeng, the matter of cultivation is like a new world, and the sword moves left by these ancients, each sword is extremely wonderful, and it is a wonderful scenery that cannot be described in words.

He's crazy.

For a long time, he even forgot the difference between night and day, and he even sometimes talked to these ancients who only existed in his imagination.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why did you use this sword in such a way?"

"Wouldn't it be better if this sword went like this? ”

"If I use such a sword move to break your sword, what kind of sword move will you use to fight back next?"

"I see..."

......

Sometimes the so-called penance is just an outsider who looks bitter, in the depths of this snake-infested stone forest, staying for more than ten days, it seems that it should be very lonely, but he seems to be talking to different people every day, and there is no loneliness at all.

He didn't eat much, and he didn't change his clothes, and his spirit was very depleted for more than ten days in a row, so he naturally seemed a little dry, but when he thought about the walking of each sword of these people, the sword intent of each sword, the true yuan in his body was also unconsciously trying to walk, and as he walked, the vitality of heaven and earth naturally merged into his meridians.

He concentrated on the sword intent, but the true yuan flow in his body seemed to be absorbing the heaven and earth yuan qi in the different methods of these ancients, and his true yuan cultivation grew rapidly inadvertently.

Although his face became thinner, the pupils of his eyes were brighter, like a sword flowing from the depths of his pupils.

After more than ten days, he saw that these sword marks that formed a cage were almost finished, and he and these ancient people who came out of the sword to besiege were almost finished, and he began to contact the sword intent of counterattacking outside.

All the sword intent that fought back came from the same person.

The man was standing where he had been.

It's just that Wang Jingmeng didn't imagine himself as that person, because he couldn't be as powerful as that person.

Just looking at this person's first sword intent, he fell into a deep shock.

Even if he had seen countless swords, those swords were extremely powerful to him, but when he started to look at this person's sword, he was still so shocked that he couldn't breathe.

This man's sword intent went straight forward, as far as the eye could see, as if a sea had formed in the distance, but it gave him a stronger feeling, like a pair of scissors that cut everything.

Cut off the opponent's sword intent and cut the opponent's life.