As described by the villagers, this is a cultivator who is easily frightened when he sees it.

The man's hair was thick and stiff, and even when he was braided, the braid went straight up.

He has a very square face.

Other people's square faces are just very square in outline, and the length from the chin to the heavenly spirit will naturally exceed the width of the cheeks, but this person is long on both sides and short up and down.

His cheeks were plentiful, but they were not drooping, nor were they swollen like many well-pampered wealthy merchants, but two pieces as hard as an iron plate.

This feeling is like chewing too many hard bones, and even the soft flesh at the corners of the mouth has become hard muscles.

His eyes were large, standard thick eyebrows, but the distance between them was short, and when he stared at someone, the light of his eyes seemed to be able to converge and turn into a fierce flame.

His figure is not very tall, at most about the same as Wang Jingmeng, but his back is extraordinarily broad, like carrying two big fish inside his clothes.

The big sword that killed many people was really generous, and it was the appearance of an ordinary long sword spliced together.

It is not easy for this sword to be equipped with a scabbard, so this person only carries the sword on his back.

The sword is dark colored, but it has dark red dark lines on it, and it looks like exposed blood.

Wang Jingmeng looked at this person quietly, and he did not respond for a while.

"When you first came out of the rivers and lakes, you fantasized that you were an omnipotent knight?" Meng Qiong looked at Wang Jingmeng, and connected him with those young fools who were full of unrealistic illusory bubbles in his mind, but in the next moment, he saw Wang Jingmeng's sword clearly, and his expression instantly became solemn.

Anyone can be arrogant and ignorant, but not everyone can get such a good sword.

"What's your name?"

He asked, frowning.

Wang Jingmeng stood up, he lifted his sword, walked outside the tea shop, and then said, "Wang Jingmeng." ”

Meng Qiong's brows furrowed a little deeper, this name seemed to be somewhat familiar, he seemed to have heard someone talk about it when he was drunk, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

"Why do you want to kill people indiscriminately? Even women and children are spared, and murder always needs a reason. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked at the cultivator who was frowning deeply and asked.

"Tigers and dogs don't make much sense. Meng Qiong licked the corners of her mouth and suddenly laughed, "If you can defeat my sword, I will tell you my reasons." ”

"Good. ”

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

He calmly put his sword in his chest, and said to Meng Qiong, who was like a fierce beast ready to prey, "Please." ”

Meng Qiong's eyebrows jumped.

He began to really feel the difference in the young man across from him.

The other party was too quiet.

And even the feeling of this horizontal sword makes people feel perfect.

He regretted it slightly, regretting that he should have asked a few more words.

It's just that at this time, regret will only make the sword intent not full enough, so he eliminated this emotion from his world in an instant.

He drew his sword with his backhand.

The broad sword walked upstream against his back, and as his true yuan poured in, the scarlet dark lines on the sword seemed to be polished by his clothes.

In the distance, the middle-aged man who looked like a woodcutter frowned slowly.

He had countless means to kill Meng Qiong with one blow, but he really couldn't think of any way to defeat Meng Qiong without Wang Jingmeng's attack.

But it was then that he first saw an image that shocked him.

He saw that the sword in Wang Jingmeng's hand was slightly shiny, and a hazy brilliance was shining through it.

It was still only in the Qi Refining Realm, but compared to when he killed those horse thieves, even if he was still in the same realm, Wang Jingmeng's cultivation speed was too fast.

He had heard his old friend in the blacksmith's shop say many praises about the young man, but they did not include this.

If it is said that others are only walking slowly and walking fast on the path of cultivation, then with the speed at which he has seen with his own eyes the cultivation of this king is running, running fast.

In addition to this, the sword itself shocked him.

This sword is very authentic.

It didn't have a unique traction and bonus to the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi like those made by Master Chu, and it even contained a powerful Yuan Qi power itself, which could allow a Qi Refining Realm cultivator to burst out with the power of a cultivator at the peak of the True Yuan Realm.

But this sword is very close to Wang Jingmeng's breath.

Closeness is compatible.

Therefore, this sword should be able to perfectly convey the young man's mind and sword intent.

He suddenly understood.

......

Looking at the slight light on the sword's body, more ominous feelings appeared in Meng Qiong's heart, he didn't hesitate, his right hand raised the big sword and slashed towards Wang Jingmeng, but his left hand was naturally negative behind him.

There was a sudden boom in the air.

The aura was overflowing, and the dark lines on the sword's body seemed to have strange creatures growing, and this heavy sword contained terrifying power at the moment of swinging, and it became heavier and heavier.

Wang Jingmeng's sword also moved.

His sword slashed out like a flowing cloud, but it changed to this, and the light on the sword flowed sharply towards the tip of the sword, so fast that many people couldn't see the sword body clearly, but they could see the little light on the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged man who looked like a woodcutter had a shocked look in his eyes again.

It's two swords in one.

The momentum is a sword move in the Liuyun Sword Sutra, but when it is really turned into a sword intent, it is already a sword move in the Bailu Sword Sutra.

Of course, there are many people in this world who can create their own sword moves, and can turn moves from different sword scriptures into new sword moves, such as Gu Liren, who he knows, has changed almost all the sword moves in the sword scriptures he has learned.

But he had never seen someone who had been practicing for such a short time be able to turn the moves of two different sword scriptures into one move in such a short time, and it was so perfectly integrated.

This sword is lighter and faster than all the sword moves in the Bailu Sword Sutra!

Meng Qiong didn't expect to encounter such a sword.

There was a tingling sensation on his wrist, even though the tip of the sword was still a few feet away from his hand, but this sense of speed had already made him feel that his true yuan power had not really burst out, and his wrist had already been hit by the sword before his heavy sword reached the opponent's body.

His right hand paused instantly.

The heavy sword in his right hand took off his hand and flew towards Wang Jingmeng.

At the same time, his left hand swung up.

A sleeve of his coat was in the wind, like an iron fan, but what really contained more terrifying killing intent was the short sword he held in his left hand.

He'd never shown this sword before when he'd been here to kill.

So everyone here doesn't know that there is such a sword hidden in the sleeve of his left hand.

And this sword is just as fast, as fast as lightning!