The sword stabbed at Mo Ying's eyebrows.

This sword is incomparably clear, incomparably sharp, and even the sword intent carries a resolute and unchanging meaning.

Therefore, the sword path of this sword will definitely not change.

Mo Ying's body shook violently.

The sword in his hand was raised rapidly, facing the sword.

At the same time, a drop of crystal water appeared between Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

This drop of water flowed rapidly with the rapid flow of the true yuan in Mo Ying's body, forming a small sharp sword.

The reason why Tianyi Pavilion is so powerful is not only because many sword intents will condense into a majestic boundless wind and rain in the end, but also because the sword momentum and sword intent are both offensive and defensive, and it is also because there is something out of nothing.

Distance determines time.

A sword that spans a long distance should not be as fast as a water sword that appears directly around you.

This was the real reason why the cultivators of Tianyi Pavilion were even more difficult to deal with than the cultivators of Yunshui Palace in the eyes of many people.

Even when Wang Jingmeng's sword stabbed him, Mo Ying thought so.

However, it turned out that he was wrong.

His sword was raised upward, but it did not meet Wang Jingmeng's sword.

Wang Jingmeng's sword came out much faster than he imagined.

The cold tip of the sword touched the center of his eyebrows, and the moment it touched his skin, his water sword was still three inches away from the center of Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

He stopped.

The boundless wind and rain had completely disappeared behind Wang Jingmeng.

With the violent fluctuations in his mind and the unsustainability of the true yuan, the water sword suddenly collapsed in the air, turning into countless tiny water droplets.

Wang Jingmeng's sword was withdrawn straight back.

But his heart palpitated.

The tip of this sword had really touched his skin, but it had not left any scars, but the sword intent on the sword seemed to have penetrated deep into his sea of consciousness and pierced his pride.

"I'm sorry. ”

Wang Jingmeng returned his sword to the sheath, and then bowed slightly to him.

"Why is it so fast?"

Mo Ying didn't understand the true meaning of Wang Jingmeng's sorry words at this time, he didn't know that Wang Jingmeng wanted to see his boundless wind and rain, so he decided the winner after the boundless wind and rain.

He just couldn't understand why Wang Jingmeng's sword was so fast.

"Of course, my sword moves are fast sword moves, but the most important thing is not that I'm fast, it's that you're slow. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at the disappearance of the crystal water droplets on the ground in front of him, and then raised his head to look at Mo Ying, and said, "Of course it is powerful to create something out of nothing, but it must be made out of nothing, and it must be traceless." If I perceive your sword path in advance and perceive the condensation of this true water, I will naturally be able to cut off your sword path in advance. ”

Mo Ying's face turned pale.

He didn't really understand when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard the second sentence, he really came to his senses.

"I see..."

His lips trembled slightly, and he said a little distractedly: "It turns out that my sword is too slow than usual, too slow than I imagined." ”

"Of course, the sword intent is not the end of the show. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said sincerely: "Frankly speaking, I think that Tianyi Pavilion's Sword Sutra is of course one of the few powerful sword scriptures in the world, but I don't particularly appreciate it, because I always like the sword in my hand, the subtle changes are faster to perceive, and it is always in my own hands." ”

"The sword in the hand. ”

This seems to be a very awkward sentence and difficult to understand, but Mo Ying understands.

"I never thought that a person with the same cultivation level would be able to perceive the flow and condensation of true yuan and vitality in such a short period of time, and even directly stop it from the root. ”

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down, "What's more, your True Yuan cultivation seems to be slightly inferior to mine. ”

"Since I can, it means that someone else can too. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said, "What's more, you also said that only people of the same realm can't, but if the True Yuan cultivation is far beyond yours, he can even directly use his strength to change your sword intent, so from this point of view, your swordsmanship and sword intent naturally have parts that can be improved." ”

Mo Ying was stunned.

Wang Jingmeng just glanced at it, and knew that his heart was very messy, but he knew very well what Mo Ying's problem was at this time.

So before he turned around and walked back to the carriage, he said seriously: "I know that the vast majority of cultivators think that it is impossible to cross the border and fight, so when most people are practicing, they rarely imagine that they are facing the problem of cultivators who are more than one of their own realms, you should be the same as them, you subconsciously feel that compared to cultivators who are beyond your one realm, any sword moves and struggles are useless, so you will not think about this kind of problem.... But you should understand that unless you never engage in a real battle, you will always stay at the level of the sect's sword competition. Otherwise, a cultivator does not have the right to choose the strength or weakness of his enemies. ”

Mo Ying's body shook.

He looked up at Wang Jingmeng's back, "Can you cross the border and fight?"

Wang Jingmeng's brows frowned slightly, he didn't look back, and said softly: "Could it be that a cultivator will always only fight with cultivators who are weaker than himself, if he encounters someone stronger than himself, will he choose to surrender, or will he turn around and flee, or will he always only compete for the strongest among cultivators of the same rank?"

Mo Ying's vest broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat.

It was like a torrential rain in his heart.

It's really messy.

Could it be that we are not fighting with cultivators of the same generation, but with those powerful teachers and seniors who have practiced for many years?

This is the same as what Wang Jingmeng said, and it seems that it is indeed wrong.

But in the past many years, many young geniuses have not waited for the geniuses of the previous generation to grow old, waiting for time to make them slowly stronger, and then they began to take the place of those people?

"My brother Wang Jingmeng will not only look for his peers to compete with swords. ”

Yan Xinlan looked at the confused and frightened Tianyi Pavilion genius, and before getting into the carriage, she said seriously: "Especially after comparing swords with you, he shouldn't be looking for many young people in Changling, he should go directly to their division commander." ”

Mo Ying's face suddenly turned pale.

For some reason, he suddenly felt childish.

His breathing became difficult, and his hands were a little cold.

But the wagons didn't stop.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded.

When he raised his head again, the figures of Wang Jingmeng, Yan Xinlan and others had disappeared into the carriage.

It's just that Yan Xinlan's words are still echoing in his ears.

In his heart, there is also boundless wind and rain.

.......

"Does it have anything to do with Tianyi Pavilion?"

In the carriage, Yan Xinlan looked at Wang Jingmeng and asked seriously.

Wang Jingmeng didn't speak, but shook his head slowly.