The true meaning of boundless wind and rain is to continue to accumulate momentum, accumulate thick and thin, and the same is true of this boundless falling wood.

There was a loud bang, as if a huge bell had been struck by a giant wooden hammer.

The air in front of Qiu Guyu sprayed in all directions, and even the soil in the cracks in the stones on the ground of the drying field was blown out one after another.

The sword in his hand stopped in front of him, blocking the boundless falling wood, but the blade of the sword kept vibrating.

His mood fluctuated even more violently.

This sword is not just a form, but has the true power of boundless falling wood.

A bit of sword light broke through the air flow that was rolling in front of him, and with a cold taste, it pierced his lower abdomen at an unimaginable speed.

Qiu Guyu took a deep breath.

Before the fresh air poured into his heart, a sword qi flowed from the sword in his hand, which was already constantly vibrating, and it fell down like a heavy stone.

"Heavenly Steps!"

Someone drank the name of Wang Jingmeng's sword.

However, before his voice sounded, Qiu Guyu's sword had already failed.

Wang Jingmeng's sword light was already like a flowing cloud, rolling towards Qiu Guyu's throat.

"Skyrim Clouds!"

"Rockfall Fire!"

"Nine Swords of Chasing the Wind!"

“.......”

A continuous exclamation rang out.

Wang Jingmeng used all the sword moves that blindly pursued fast, and many people could barely see it clearly at the beginning, but in an instant, even if so many people looked at each other, it was only among the ten swords that they could barely see four or five swords, and they could shout the name of the sword moves.

There were countless sword shadows around Qiu Guyu's body, but when these exclamations continued to sound, except for the sound of the impact of energy, there was not even a sound of gold and iron resonating.

His sword chased after Wang Jingmeng's sword, but he was always one step slower.

It's just that he was forced to defend, and he was never able to meet the opponent's sword, even if the true element's strength far exceeded that of the other party, it was always like fighting with the air, and it was useless.

At this time, no one cared about the children of the powerful people on the sidelines, these people had the most bad words to Wang Jingmeng before the sword competition began, but at this time, the faces of these powerful children were as pale as snow, their lips were constantly trembling, and they couldn't speak at all.

They couldn't see Wang Jingmeng's sword at all, but they knew that in this short period of time, Wang Jingmeng didn't know how many swords he had produced, and many of the swords came from different sword scriptures.

Among the different sword scriptures, the fastest sword move naturally flowed out in Wang Jingmeng's hands.

......

Qiu Guyu knew that he had lost the opportunity.

At the moment of the incredible direct formation of the boundless falling wood, he had already lost the opportunity.

It was only at this point that he really understood that the other party really had the ability to defeat him.

The contempt in his heart was gone.

If he sees the other party as a real adversary, he will not keep his hand anymore and will definitely not waste his time.

There was a roar in his body.

A large amount of true yuan squeezed out of the meridians, and frantically poured into the runes of the sword in his hand along his palms.

The extremely condensed true element condensed into crystal droplets in the runes, and then flew towards the surrounding heaven and earth with the vibration of his sword body.

It was going to be dark, but the moment the crystalline droplets flew out, everyone felt that the light in front of them became even dimmer.

"Twilight rain sprinkles the sky!"

Many exclamations rang out at the same time, forming a raging wave.

The vast majority of the cultivators present recognized this sword.

The boundless wind and rain is the strongest sword move in Tianyi Pavilion, and the strongest sword move in the Qiu family's Lishui Sword Sutra is the twilight rain sprinkling the river sky.

The cold wind steals.

A chill permeated the room.

The drying field under the afterglow of the sunset turned into a cold wind and rain river surface in an instant.

There was sword light flying in the water waves on the slippery stone ground, sword light flying in the cold wind, and sword light flying in the cold rain.

Countless sword qi filled the surroundings, and no one could get rid of it.

Wang Jingmeng stopped.

For the first time, his brow furrowed deeply.

The bleak wind and cold rain flew, and a faint red line appeared on the skin on his face, and a faint red line also appeared on the skin on his hands.

These red threads seemed to sink deep into his flesh and blood in the next moment, turning into blooming wounds.

Just looking at the other party holding the sword in the wind and rain, he clearly sensed that these bleak wind and cold rain were not the true meaning of this sword.

He must catch the sword that is truly lore in order to truly defeat the other party.

The sword in his hand was raised upward, his eyebrows were raised, covering his eyes, covering the sword qi that first fell towards his fragile eyes, and then the moment he closed his eyes, his bare skin felt a real tingling, but at the same time, he felt the strongest sword intent hidden in the bleak wind and cold rain.

His sword was handed out.

A strange wind swirl out with the rotation of his sword.

Many bleak lines of water were swept up by his sword wind, like countless scales converging.

A stream of fish-like water swirled around his sword, like a huge scabbard wrapped around it, flying out in front of him.

A sword shadow appeared in front of the current.

As the water continued to wash, the sword shadow became more and more real in the gloomy air.

An irrepressible exclamation rang out again.

Everyone saw that the little white sword that had been in Qiu Guyu's hand had already flown in the air at some point, and at this time, under the continuous washing of the water flow and sword qi, the movement of the little white sword became slower and slower, almost static, like a pebble that had been constantly washed by the flow of water.

There were faint beads of blood on Wang Jingmeng's face and hands.

It's just that his face is still very calm.

The sword in his hand was still extremely stable.

Qiu Guyu did not move again.

He looked at the small white sword, and his face became extremely complicated.

He lowered his head slowly.

The small white sword fell slightly, then flew back into his hand.

"I'm defeated. ”

The bleak wind and cold rain disappeared completely, and his voice rang out.

There was silence.

Even ordinary people who used to live nearby did not speak out.

The vast majority of them had never seen a battle between cultivators, and in their imagination, the battle between cultivators was nothing more than swords rising and falling, slashing and slashing, and they did not expect that the battle between cultivators would be so mysterious and indescribable.

Compared to them, all the cultivators present were even more shocked.

This is a result that they could not imagine, but absolutely cannot question.

In everyone's opinion, Qiu Guyu is a real predecessor for Wang Jingmeng, and if such a sword is cracked, there is indeed no need to fight again.

"It's just that I still can't figure it out, you have to force me to compete with you with the sword, for what?"

Qiu Guyu looked at Wang Jingmeng, who calmly collected his sword and bowed slightly to him, and asked.

Wang was shocked and dreamed.

He wanted to answer that question.

But he knew that what he said today would soon spread throughout Changling.

This is equivalent to the first real appearance after entering this city, and it is equivalent to the first time he really speaks out.

So he had to think about what he was going to say.

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