Shi Changluo's brows were deeply locked, and the extremely hard Xuantie Sword seemed to suddenly become soft in his hand.

In fact, there was no change in the sword body, but several sword qi flowing out of the sword body were like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, swinging around him, sweeping away all the water needles that were as fine as white hair and silver needles.

It's a terrible thing to lose the opportunity.

When he unleashed this sword, Shi Changluo had already thought about the possibility of counterattacking.

The sword qi swept down beside him like a willow branch, but the sword in his hand broke through the air, like a boat breaking through the waves.

However, he still failed to seize the slightest advantage.

Wang Jingmeng's fourth sword had already stabbed out.

The sword hadn't changed much, just lightning fast.

All the sword qi flowing from the sword body shot out from the tip of the sword along the sword body.

Shi Changluo's breathing suddenly stopped, and his sword was lifted up, shaking seven times in a row, shaking off a piece of sword qi, like a thousand mountains and forests.

Puff puff puff....

The sword qi that shot straight and the sword qi that was blocking in front collided, making countless shell-breaking sounds, and finally the tip of the sword and the sword body met, emitting a piercing roar.

The division commander took a step back.

His face turned pale, and a flame of anger and dismayness rippled from the depths of his eyes.

A cheer rang out from the boats.

The cultivators of Yunshui Palace are all women, but from top to bottom, their spirit is better than that of most men in the world.

In their opinion, whether it is Wang Jingmeng's attack or the defense of the division commander, they are all extremely subtle.

Although Wang Jingmeng's sword was only like a spring, it seemed to be straight forward, but even if it was only with the slight shaking of his body, the final landing of this sword had infinite possibilities.

When the division commander Luo couldn't predict the landing of the opponent's sword, he shook off a piece of sword qi to slow down the speed of this sword with the sword intent of Wanzhong Mountain, and finally held this sword, which was also impeccable.

From the time the two young swordsmen cast their first swords to the present, all their performances have been enough to be admirable.

They had seen many extremely talented young cultivators, and Yunshui Palace itself also had several young cultivators with enough enviable talents, but Wang Jingmeng and Shi Changluo should be the best among them.

It's just that their admiration didn't make Shi Changluo feel happy, but made the anger in his heart completely burn.

Even if it is equally perfect, this is not something he can bear, because the time to comprehend the Sword Sutra is many years longer than Wang Jingmeng, not to mention that he has four swords in a row, all of them have been broken defense, and he can't even attack with a sword.

It's the same feeling as fighting with two people, one just throwing a fist, and he just holding his head with both hands to protect his face.

It's not something he can live with.

He hung his head.

A strangely bright sword light lit up like a rainbow.

The true yuan that continued to burst out of his body made a thunderous sound on the sword body.

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly.

He didn't know the specific name of the other party's sword move, but he could be sure that this sword was followed by countless swords in a storm.

The opponent's sword will turn into a boundless storm in the next moment.

He can also sense the anger of the other person.

This boundless wind and rain is a catharsis of the other party's anger.

He understands that the other party's anger comes from pride, but he can't understand why the other party still has such anger capital at this time, and the pride that wants to vent his anger on himself.

The opponent's sword move is of course a very powerful sword move.

But if you talk about such a storm, among the swordsmen who besieged that strong man in Qiyun Cave, there were many of them whose sword moves were more powerful and faster than such sword moves.

Senior brother should love and support junior brother.

As for talent, it should never be the capital of pride and pride.

As for inferiority, it is even less necessary to generate such unwarranted anger.

What's more, he returned to the Bashan Sword Field, not because of any happy event, but to bid farewell to his teacher.

So he was a little angry.

Wind and rain will use wind and rain right.

He handed out a sword, and handed out the wind and rain.

Sneer.......

A sharp piercing sound rang out between the two.

The division commander swept a few feet in an instant, and the beach in front of him was full of thin and deep holes.

"What is this?"

The people of Yunshui Palace didn't praise this time, they looked at the traces caused by the swaying of those sword qis, and their faces suddenly became solemn.

"The bleak wind and cold rain sword of the Nanshao Sword Sect. ”

Yun Tang's brows furrowed deeply, and she said in a deep voice: "The Nanshao Sword Sect has long been dead for a hundred years, but someone has obtained the remnants of the Sword Sutra of the Nanshao Sword Sect, I have seen that person's sword, the sword intent is the same as his, but it is not as complete as his sword intent. ”

If she said it in such an affirmative tone, there could be no mistake, but when these people in Yunshui Palace listened, there was even more disbelief in their hearts, the things of the Nanshao Sword Sect had been lost for a long time, so how could this disciple of Gu Liren be the sword move of the Nanshao Sword Sect?

Shi Changluo's lips trembled slightly.

His sword comes from the Daze Sword Sutra in Chudi, and the name of the sword move is Bafang Wind and Rain, which is the most difficult to master and the most powerful sword move in the Daze Sword Sutra.

However, he never thought that when he cast a sword, the wind and rain had not yet taken shape, and he had already been broken by the other party's wind and rain, and he was instantly forced back a few feet.

He was ashamed, but even more angry, he was not reconciled, and he did not believe that he would really lose at the hands of the other party.

With a loud shout, his wrist vibrated at a strange frequency.

His sword body shook out countless mystical sword lights in the air, forming countless sword flowers, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

In front of Wang Jingmeng, countless sword flowers appeared.

I saw the sword flowers trembling at the tip of the sword, and it was even difficult to see the figure of the division commander behind these sword flowers.

"Pear blossoms fall, the sword scripture of the Tianming Sword Sect. A cultivator from the Cloud Water Palace said.

Yuntang nodded, expressing approval and approval.

Wang Jingmeng stared directly at these indistinguishable sword flowers, he raised his head, and the sword in his hand also raised up.

It seemed that it was very ordinary to raise his sword upward, and then stabbed clumsily into the ten thousand flowers, but there were many muffled sounds in the air.

The sword qi flowing from his sword body seemed to have countless vines growing in the night.

The pear blossoms were swept off, or stuck to the vines, and then shattered.

"What kind of sword move is this?"

The Yunshui Palace woman who spoke out earlier frowned.

Yun Tang also remained silent, this sword had never even been seen by her.

When there was a bang.

The division commander retreated a few more feet.

As his feet fell, the sound of water sounded beneath his feet.

The vamp of his shoe was slightly wet, and it was already at the water's edge.

Behind him was already the water, and there was no way to retreat.

At this time, the division commander Luo Du didn't even understand his mood, his mind was a little afraid, his sword hung down to the ground, and when the water touched the tip of his sword, he almost subconsciously cast a sword.

A sword mark appeared on the wet dirt floor, straight forward.

Many pebbles on the dirt floor were pulled by the vitality and suspended upwards.

For Wang Jingmeng, this is naturally a wonderful picture, but when these pebbles float up, a sword has clearly appeared in his mind.

He didn't hesitate and used this sword directly.

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