"How to fight this, one is like a weak book seller, and the other seems to be a killing embryo who was born to eat by swords and swords. ”

Around this dye shop, there were far more ordinary people who didn't know the situation before than there were visitors who came to see it.

Many people were holding rice bowls and digging pickle jars, and when Wang Jingmeng and Qiu Guyu were talking, they were more concerned about the taste of the newly made pickles, and they didn't quite understand which two sides of the sword competition were.

It wasn't until Guan Fei and Wang Jingmeng faced each other at this time that these people finally understood that it was these two who were going to compete with swords.

Looking at Guan Fei and Wang Jingmeng, some people couldn't help but scream.

In their eyes, it is not like saying that Wang Jingmeng is a son, and it doesn't seem to be so weak to say that the scholar doesn't seem to be so weak, it looks like it's somewhere in between, a little quiet, but not so delicate.

But this Guan Fei is the kind of character who is strong and licks blood on the sword at a glance, and his eyes are as sharp as a knife, and it makes people feel chilled at a glance.

Their feelings were also the feelings of many young cultivators from various sects who had come to see each other around them.

Some people's eyes even fell on Wang Jingmeng's hands and feet, and they gloated to see if Wang Jingmeng's hands and feet would be a little fluttering.

However, they did not see such results.

"I'm sorry. ”

To their great surprise, Wang Jingmeng bowed slightly to Guan Fei very calmly and said.

Guan Fei's brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng incomprehensibly, and said, "I'm sorry for what?"

"It's getting dark, and I need to see better before it gets dark. Wang Jingmeng said to him, "So I will defeat you as quickly as possible." ”

Guan Fei looked at Wang Jingmeng even more incomprehensibly, he unconsciously thought, could it be that the other party has an eye disease, and the sky is dim, so he can't see clearly? It's just that cultivators are more than swords, both sides are equal, and they naturally can't be picky about the environment.

"If you can really beat me quickly, then what's there to apologize for. He replied rebelliously, "Since you say so, I will defeat you as quickly as possible." ”

"Yes, please. ”

Wang Jingmeng pulled out his sword, put the sword in his chest, and said very simply.

This kind of posture is actually not Changling's rules, but naturally, when he does this, everyone feels that this is the beginning of a fair sword competition, which means that he is ready, and Guan Fei can use his sword at any time next.

Guan Fei's brow furrowed a little deeper.

He sensed that he was being slighted a little.

Because he is older than Wang Jingmeng, and the time to learn swords is many years longer than Wang Jingmeng, in his opinion, Wang Jingmeng is naturally a junior, even if it is a fair sword competition, it is impossible not to attack, but wait for him to come out of the sword.

"Please!"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he drew his sword.

He slashed with his sword.

It's not that he feels that his strength is not strong and wants to seize the opportunity like this, but he feels that Wang Jingmeng is too proud, and he feels that through this sword competition, he can first teach Wang Jingmeng a little, the so-called etiquette and sense of ceremony are not as important as victory or defeat itself.

Because after a battle, everyone will be more concerned about winning and losing than about the details.

No matter how beautiful a person's swordsmanship is, no matter how much he seems to pursue fairness in battle, after defeat, he will not usher in much praise.

All of them just think that the winner is amazing.

Snort.

The sword in his hand came out of its sheath, and the blade of the sword accelerated dramatically beyond the limit of what most people's eyes could capture, so that in the eyes of many people, it seemed to disappear suddenly.

The white sword light in their eyes seemed to turn into a piece of white frost, and instantly fell on Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

This sword, pure fast and sharp.

As long as it's fast enough, you'll naturally be able to get a head start.

For Guan Fei, even if Wang Jingmeng was able to dodge this sword, his next sword momentum was like a long river flowing endlessly.

However, at this moment, his wrist hurt.

As the extreme shock and dazed emotions spread through his pupils, the intense pain and the force that exploded on his wrist had already caused the hand holding the sword to lose consciousness.

His five fingers lost their strength, and the shattered True Yuan turned into countless energy between his fingers and exploded continuously.

The sword in his hand was out of his hand.

The hoarfrost flew over Wang Jingmeng's head.

Because of its unsustainable strength, because the speed no longer became terrifying, this hoarfrost quickly grew larger in the eyes of many people, revealing the true sword body.

It was only at this time that an exclamation sounded like thunder.

In the exclamation, Wang Jingmeng had already put away his sword.

Guan Fei's body trembled violently, and his gaze fell on his right wrist.

His wrist was swollen, and a lot of blood was running between his wrist and palm.

However, he had no sword wounds on his wrists.

The blood came from the cracked wounds of the skin.

"How so?"

His voice fluttered around the field like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, and when it fell on his ears, it seemed unreal.

The figures around him and all the light and shadow made him feel unreal.

"Fast is fast enough, but there is a problem with the sword move itself, the flaw is too big, and there is also a problem with the choice of swordsmanship of your move, if you rush down the slope, condescending to this sword, you can be very fast, but you are about the same height as me, your sword takes the center of my eyebrows, from top to bottom, the moment your sword is raised, my sword has gone towards you. Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said.

The sudden thunderous exclamations had disappeared, but they were followed by countless heavy breathing, and those who had previously thought that Wang Jingmeng could not defeat Guan Fei were buzzing in their heads.

They couldn't believe it, it was just a sword, it turned out to be just a sword, and Guan Fei was defeated!

"I'm sorry. ”

Wang's voice sounded again.

Wang Jingmeng no longer looked at Guan Fei, his eyes fell on Qiu Guyu not far behind Guan Fei, and then said, "Now I should be able to challenge you?"

Before Qiu Guyu could answer, Mo Ying, who was somewhere on the sidelines, was breathing suddenly, and his mouth was filled with a bitter feeling.

It was only at this time that he finally truly understood the true meaning of the two words sorry that Wang Jingmeng said to him.

It turned out that when he competed with him, Wang Jingmeng should have been able to defeat him a long time ago, but Wang Jingmeng wanted to see the boundless wind and rain of his Tianyi Pavilion, so he met with him and made a move, which finally made him form a boundless wind and rain.

Qiu Guyu did not reply.

Whatever he says at this time will make him unhappy.

In his opinion, although Wang Jingmeng looked polite at this time, this sentence was very rude.

So he just moved and walked forward, and when he crossed Guan Fei, he patted Guan Fei and motioned him to step back.

Then he stopped, looked at Wang Jingmeng and nodded.