The man in the black shirt let out an angry roar.

Not because of pain, but because of shock and incomprehension.

He couldn't imagine that just by relying on the other party's cultivation, he would be able to stab himself with a sword, and he couldn't imagine that such a young man who had been practicing swords for a short time would be able to display the kind of sword intent that made him feel cold.

Even the Nine Swords of the Minshan Sword Sect seemed to be less ruthless than this sword.

What kind of sword move is this?

But even if his heart was occupied by shock and confusion at this time, he could be sure that the other party had been severely injured, and even the sword in his hand had been lost, and it was impossible to catch any of his swords.

He knew that he only had a moment left, so in the roar of anger, he didn't hesitate at all, and all the true yuan in his body gushed out from the sword body.

Dozens of black sword lights poured out from his sword body, and even the palm fingers of his sword grip were stretched out by this powerful vitality power, and even the hilt of the sword he held was squeezed out of a trace of sword qi.

All the starlight that had previously gathered on him converged on his sword with the flow of his true element, and his body and face instantly dimmed.

It was as if he had completely burned his own life and used this sword, and dozens of black sword lights gushed out from this sword, as if he had exchanged it with the Hades King in Hell at the cost of his life, in exchange for the Black Hades Dragon in Hell in exchange.

Wang Jingmeng was retreating.

This was a powerful force he had never seen before, and any black sword light seemed to be enough to devour him and Gongsun Qianxue behind him.

There was no sword in his hand.

But Gongsun Qianxue has a small sword hanging from his waist.

On weekdays, Gongsun Qianxue actually hates carrying a sword, and at any time, she feels that these extra burdens on her body are burdensome.

Bumps, bumps, weights, and you don't need them.

But when she came to this Falling Moon Yaju today, the illusion she created to anyone in the family was that she wanted to see the difference between Wang Jingmeng's talent and her own talent, since she wanted to give people the illusion of a sword competition, she had to bring a sword.

So she still brought a sword.

Among the many swords in the house, she chose a very light and small one.

What she was thinking about was naturally just convenience, but how could the hidden sword of the Gongsun family be an ordinary thing?

This little sword is called Tianshuang.

This is a very cold, very powerful sword.

Wang Jingmeng retreated in front of her, reached out and grasped the hilt of the small sword, and then pulled it out with great smoothness.

He knew that the other party also knew very well that the dozens of black dragon-like sword lights, each of which was beyond his control, and the other party swayed so many sword lights, just wanting to completely envelop them in any way out.

As for him, he didn't need to kill the two sword lights that really posed a threat to him and Gongsun Qianxue, he just needed to win time as much as possible.

His hand grasped the hilt of this sword, and when he took out the sword, Gongsun Qianxue's fingers had already fallen to the hilt of this small sword.

However, after all, she had never experienced a real battle formation, and her opponent was too strong for her to even feel like she could not struggle.

She was scared, she was just a young girl after all.

It wasn't until Wang Jingmeng blocked a sword that some courage ignited in her heart and the idea of resisting.

But she was still slower than Wang Jingmeng.

So when her fingers fell, Wang Jingmeng's hand had already been handed out.

Her fingers just brushed the back of Wang Jingmeng's hand, and her fingertips only felt the warmth and unusually firm strength.

The original blackiron-colored sword was instantly covered with white ice flowers.

The chill turned into a trace of white mist in front of the tip of Wang Jingmeng's sword, but what flowed out of the sword was not any sharp smell, but a lot of sword qi that seemed to be soft, like half-melted snow.

The black-shirted man's eyes once again swelled with extreme puzzlement.

In his opinion, of course, it was impossible for Wang Jingmeng's sword to block any of his sword lights, but he only saw confidence and calmness from Wang Jingmeng's face.

Black sword light surged in front of Wang Jingmeng.

Puff puff puff.....

The moment it met the black sword light, the snowflake-like sword qi directly shattered, but the shattered white snow did not dissipate because of this, but turned into countless small streams of water, flying and winding on the black sword light.

The black sword light shattered an unknown number of such snowflakes in an instant, so there were thousands of such streams, which continued to entangle on this black sword light.

The black sword light continued to move forward, but the resistance it encountered became greater and greater, and the closer it really got to Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue, the slower and slower it became.

Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue were still retreating.

The sword light was only a few feet away and couldn't fall on the two of them.

The black-shirted man stared at these black sword lights, his body and pupils becoming darker and darker, as if his whole person was about to be swallowed by the endless night.

"How so?"

"What kind of sword move is this?"

A soulless voice sounded in his heart.

At this moment, two roars sounded in the sky.

It's like two huge mountains gliding.

Two terrifying auras flew towards this courtyard.

"The people of the Changyu family, why bother the younger generations. ”

At this moment, a sigh had already sounded in this quiet courtyard.

The man in the black shirt sensed that someone was admitted to the hospital, and he didn't look at the person who made the sound, for him, no matter who it was, speaking in such a tone must have enough power to kill him.

He took a deep breath, almost greedily.

Because this may be his last breath in this world.

As he inhaled, he squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, and the sword he held in his hand flew out, directly turning into a dark light and falling towards Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue.

Wang Jingmeng coughed.

Blood poured from between his lips and teeth.

He felt the man's last sword, but it was impossible for him to stop it.

He could only hope for this person who made a voice.

It was at this moment that he saw a gray sword light.

In the gray sword light, there are dots of spots, reminiscent of the belly of a poisonous snake.

"Poison Belly Sword!"

He heard the desperate voice of the man in the black shirt.

The gray sword light stopped the black sword with despair, and this was his last perception.

When the two forces collided in front of him, the resulting concussion hit him, his mood was slightly relieved, and his vision began to blur.

He didn't force it, he simply closed his eyes and fainted.

The moment he fell backwards, the sky of this small courtyard cracked, and a red cloud wrapped around a figure smashed down like a meteorite.