Wang Jingmeng bowed slightly to the three senior brothers.

"No need to be polite. ”

The division commander glanced at him and said, "I only care if you are comparable." ”

"Etiquette is also a rule. ”

"The strong are respected is the rule of Bashan. ”

"Is that so?"

"That's what it is. ”

"It's just that I heard that this is not the case now, my master is no longer there, and Master Yu Zuochi is the strongest person in the Bashan Sword Field, but now it seems that he is not in charge. ”

“......”

The division commander was angry.

"It's just a sword comparison, you are so far away, are you comparable?" He couldn't help but look at Wang Jingmeng and sneered: "Could it be that Senior Uncle Gu chose for a long time, and only chose a person who is stronger than using a sword with his mouth?" If you are worried that I will take longer to enter than you and to practice longer than you, I will naturally make concessions in terms of True Yuan power. ”

"You don't understand what I mean, the rules can become the rules, that is, the vast majority of people recognize them, and they have existed for a long time, the etiquette is the same, and the rules of the Bashan Sword Field are the same, unless you are not in the Bashan Sword Field, you are not a person in the Bashan Sword Field, or according to the rules, the strongest person in charge of the Bashan Sword Field will formulate and change the rules, otherwise everyone must abide by them, and no one can change them. No matter how many years he has been in the business. ”

Wang Jingmeng calmly looked at the somewhat angry division commander, he raised his head, and his eyes fell on the Bashan sword place that was not far away, "This is two different things from sword competition, as for such a sword competition, I will not refuse." ”

The division commander frowned.

Everyone understood that Wang Jingmeng meant something.

Even Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan didn't expect Wang Jingmeng to say such a thing in front of the gate of Bashan Sword Field.

Yun Tang's eyes lit up.

She appreciates this spirit.

Because she herself was originally a person with this kind of temperament.

is also a genius cultivator in the Bashan Sword Field, and she feels that in terms of temperament, Wang Jingmeng and Shi Changluo have been distinguished.

"Please. ”

Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything more, he slowly drew his sword, put it across his chest, and said to the division commander.

Originally, in the opinion of Shi Changluo, there was no need to use a sword compared with a cultivator like Wang Jingmeng, who had not been practicing for a long time, but at this time, looking at Wang Jingmeng's demeanor holding the sword, his brows were deeply furrowed.

"Borrow a sword. ”

He glanced at Mao Qijie beside him and said.

Mao Qijie was a little surprised, but he didn't say much, and handed over his sword.

His sword is not good or bad, it belongs to the kind of dark iron sword that has no characteristics, but the sword tire is tough, and even if it is an exceptionally sharp good sword, it is constantly cutting.

Shi Changluo had never carefully selected a sword, and in his opinion at this time, people and sword intent were more important than swords, so he didn't care.

He held the sword, looked at Wang Jingmeng, and said, "Please." ”

There were countless swords in Wang Jingmeng's mind.

The five sword scriptures that Gu Liren gave him, the countless swords in Qiyun Cave, and the thirty-two swords left by the strong man who had been besieged by countless swords.

At this time, there is a sword that stands out from it, which seems to be the most natural and in line with the vitality of this place.

It's a wonderful feeling, like lightning streaking across the night sky.

Wang Jingmeng naturally used this sword.

There was a mist wafting across the water.

When his sword stabbed out, this cloud of mist roared, and suddenly made a sound of shocking waves, but this cloud of mist itself was only pulled by the sword intent, turning into a lot of white mist and rushing towards the face of the division commander, the real sharp sword qi came from Wang Jingmeng's sword tip, and the water's edge.

There are a lot of pebbles at the water's edge.

The river slapped against these pebbles, which originally seemed gentle, and the water flowed over the surface of the stones like a tapestry, but under the traction of Wang Jingmeng's sword intent, these currents splashed out abruptly.

Wang Jingmeng stabbed out with a sword, the mist rushed to his face, and the tip of his sword stabbed at Shi Changluo, and at the water's edge behind Shi Changluo, there were also countless crystal small swords surging up, just like there were many little demons in the river, and they stabbed him from all directions with swords together.

An exclamation rang out.

These irrepressible exclamations came from those women from Yunshui Palace.

These women of Yunshui Palace seem to be weak, but most of them are powerful swordsmen who are strong enough to be proud of one side in the world.

Yunshui Palace calls for wind and rain, with the ubiquitous clouds in the world as a symbol, and the water potential between heaven and earth as the sword might, and the Yunshui Palace can be compared with the Yunshui Palace in this regard, only the Tianyi Pavilion of the Qin Dynasty.

It's just that although Tianyi Pavilion's Tianyi Life Water is wonderful, the number of powerful cultivators is far inferior to that of Yunshui Palace.

Even so, when these powerhouses of Yunshui Palace saw Wang Jingmeng's sword, their hearts were still full of amazement.

They felt that Wang Jingmeng's sword was perfect.

It is so perfect that even if they keep practicing this sword, I am afraid that it is not as natural as Wang Jingmeng's sword.

The division commander Luo frowned deeply.

His complexion did not change in the slightest, but there were countless shocking emotions in the depths of his eyes.

His shock was not only that Wang Jingmeng's sword intent was so perfect, but also that Wang Jingmeng's True Yuan cultivation realm.

Obviously, it didn't take long for Gu Liren to meet Wang Jingmeng, even if he counted the time to go back and forth, it would only be a few months at most, but now Wang Jingmeng's True Yuan cultivation is not as good as him, but the difference is not too much, could it be that before Gu Liren met Wang Jingmeng, he was already a cultivator?

He doesn't like to defend.

A young man like him, who is full of vigor and sharpness, also likes to attack when competing with swords.

However, at this time, in the face of Wang Jingmeng's sword, he couldn't think of what sword style to use to fight back.

He only defends.

His sword swung with the movement of his wrist, drawing several wonderful arcs around his body.

When the bang.

Wang Jingmeng's sword bounced back.

Those small crystalline swords that were driven by the sword intent and fell towards him were also shattered and turned into mist.

Even the white mist that came from his face was forced away by the sword qi and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Jingmeng felt as if his sword had hit an iron wall, and in his perception, this iron wall would turn into iron cables and wrap around in the next moment.

Among the countless swords in his mind, another sword naturally came up clearly.

It's like a rock out of the water.

His sword sank smoothly, and then the tip of the sword was slanted and stabbed upwards into the lower abdomen of the division commander.

His sword was incomparably calm, with an unshakable momentum.

The name of this trick is called Water Fall.

Peng's thud.

Shi Changluo's body couldn't stand firmly, and he stepped back.

The palms of his hands holding the sword were numb, and the soles of his feet were numb.

But he was not allowed to think about anything, Wang Jingmeng's third sword had arrived.

A sword light is practiced, and it is very simple to block the waist and slash it.

However, when the division commander stabbed his wrist like lightning with his sword, his sword blade unbelievably stopped in the air.

The tip of the commander's sword was only a few inches away from his wrist, but it couldn't be touched.

The body of his sword shook violently in the air, and many droplets of water that were still floating in the air met with the sword body, shattering countless filaments.

Countless filaments are like white hair and silver needles, falling to the face of the division commander.