He began to understand why those powerful cultivators who were besieging sometimes used that way to draw their swords, obviously the sword style and sword intent were extremely exquisite, some did not have the full sense of incision, and some of them were too powerful.

That's because the man's counterattack is too strong.

Therefore, some of those besieging cultivators are even offensive, but they all retain the strength to defend and defend the partners around them, and some are jade, and they no longer care about their own life and death when the sword is cast, so they give him the feeling that the force is too strong and not smooth enough.

He had already thought about cracking the sword moves of these besieging cultivators before.

He thought of a breaking move for every sword that came from all around, but at this time, every move of this person was stronger than he thought, and every sword he cast was like finding a gap with great precision in the wind and rain, and then pouring endless killing intent into the person he wanted to kill.

Some of the strength of the sword intent comes from this person's cultivation.

This person's cultivation must be far superior to those besieging cultivators, but some sword intents are purely broken moves, and they can enter through the opponent's loopholes with one move, and even those surrounding sword masters can't stop them.

Thinking that this person was under the siege of these powerful swordsmen, and killed one person with one sword, such a strength can only be described as terrifying.

He had been obsessed with the sword moves themselves, but for the first time, he was curious about the outcome of the duel.

He counted the sword marks of this man's counterattack, and there were seventy-three swords in total.

The swordsman who besieged this person, the people who left that cage-like sword marks, he had already "talked" one by one before, there were a total of ninety-seven people, but the swordsman who besieged this person back then was definitely not only these ninety-seven people, because there must have been someone whose sword intent did not leave traces, or even if they left some traces, they have disappeared in the passage of time.

It's just that whether that person was killed after killing more than seventy people, or whether he broke through and killed him, through these sword marks, he couldn't guess.

Just looking at these sword marks, he faintly found a possibility.

There seems to be an order between these sword moves, and some sword moves are used one after another, which is not only smooth to the extreme, but also contains the mystery of the flow and power of the true element.

He took a deep breath, but then his breathing unconsciously became unusually slow, he squinted his eyes, ignoring the sword marks of everyone else in his mind, only these seventy-three swords remained.

He was completely selfless, and the heaven and earth around him seemed to disappear, and even the stone pillars standing in front of him seemed to become transparent, leaving only these sword marks suspended in the air.

The sword marks were like a sword stabbing outward, constantly arranging and combining in his consciousness.

He didn't care about the changes in day and night, and he didn't know how much time had passed, and the qi in his body seemed to merge with these sword marks, flowing according to a certain pattern along the arrangement of these sword marks.

A small crystal sword also seemed to appear in his body, dispelling all the fatigue and discomfort in his body wherever it passed.

This flow of qi also seems to have become a means of corroboring the order of these sword moves.

The seventy-three swords gradually formed a fixed order in his mind, flowing more and more smoothly and faster, and finally these swords became fewer and less, and only thirty-two swords.

He didn't notice that his skin was crystal clear, and there were even a lot of dusty dirt being forced out of his body between the flow of true yuan.

He was just shocked, he knew he had been wrong at first.

This besieged powerful sword master actually did not fight back with seventy-three swords, but with thirty-two swords.

However, the sword qi generated by some of the swords between the changes was extremely accurate and pierced through the loopholes of some people's sword moves, killing that person.

When he saw these thirty-two swords, and then looked at the sword marks of the siege, he felt more fresh in his heart.

Purely based on the change of sword moves, seeing the moves, at this time, he knew these thirty-two swords, and then it became easier to break any of the attacking sword moves.

And he seems to be able to make these thirty-two swords have more variations, and some sword moves he will crack better than the besieged one.

It's just that he certainly doesn't think he's stronger than the man under siege, even in terms of talent.

Because the actual battle is changing rapidly, it is not comparable to his leisurely observation after the fact.

The sword is dead, but man is alive.

Although Gu Liren only gave him five sword scriptures, and there were not many things to practice for him, Gu Liren was sure that Wang Jingmeng and him were the same kind of people.

One type of person is often able to understand and know each other.

Gu Liren likes to tamper with the Sword Sutra, and likes to question some of the sword methods and exercises of his predecessors, and Wang Jingmeng is the same.

It's not because they feel that they are stronger than the ancients, but in the hands of many people who have a certain level of understanding of sword moves, the sword moves recorded in these sword scriptures are just a skeleton, just some basics.

He was sure that if the besieged man had leisure time, if he simply tried his sword with others, his thirty-two swords could be transformed into countless swords.

And what is extremely interesting in his opinion is that the five sword scriptures in his hand are all sword moves that are heavier than flying swords in the end.

The five grandmasters who created these five sword scriptures at the beginning unanimously chose to make the sword farther away from them, and they could let the sword run like lightning a hundred steps away according to their own wishes, killing and leaving their side.

But the owner of the thirty-two swords always needs to control the sword around him, his sword is like an extension of the arm, and the killing is always at his side.

Different path choices will have different advantages and disadvantages, but Wang Jingmeng subconsciously likes the feeling of holding the sword firmly in his hand.

I don't understand why, although he longs for the kind of place where a cultivator can jump to a high altitude and can fly briefly like a bird, he is not very interested in such things as flying swords.

The thirty-two swords turned into countless possibilities circulating in his mind, and the true element in his body was also constantly changing, flowing to the meridians deep in his body, as if he was trying countless different possibilities.

Far beyond what he could usually absorb, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that he could absorb through his cultivation gathered from all directions, and constantly condensed into bits and pieces of True Yuan in his body.

He had stayed between these four stone pillars for more than twenty days, and he knew that he must have made great progress compared to before he came in, whether it was in the comprehension and use of sword moves, or in the cultivation of the True Yuan, but how much progress there was, but there was no obvious reference to compare, and it was still unknown.

Just then, he heard a faint voice in the distance.

He looked up at the sky, and for the first time in many days he wanted to know what time of day it was.

When he saw the red glow of the sunset in the west, he was sure it was nearly dusk.

It should not be an ordinary woodcutter or hunter who arrives in the middle of dusk.

He looked in the direction where the footsteps had come from, and saw two young men of his age in sight.

A man and a woman, both wearing green shirts.

His brow furrowed slightly, like a breeze wrinkling a pool of spring water.

For some reason, unpleasant feelings arose in his heart.

It was not that this man and woman were very directly hostile to him, but because he felt that this man and a woman were two young people, and they themselves were very heavy and unhappy.