The swordsman laughed, this time even more enthusiastically, revealing a large number of teeth, only to see how many teeth he was missing on his left side.

Although he is young, he is missing three fingers and a few teeth, and the first time people will not focus on his facial features, but will make people notice his defects.

The mutilation of his fingers is often sympathetic, but the mutilation of his teeth coupled with his smile at this time makes people feel hideous and terrifying.

"I know it's yours, but like money, many things are fluid, and one pearl belongs to him today, and the other may belong to another. ”

The swordsman smiled and stared at Wang Jingmeng seriously, "If I'm not mistaken, you should only be in the Qi Refining Realm. ”

Wang Jingmeng looked into his eyes, just as he easily ignored the claws and teeth of those fierce beasts, he ignored the mutilation of the swordsman's body, just looked into the other party's eyes, and said, "You are not mistaken. ”

"These brothers behind me are also in the Qi Refining Realm, and they should have been practicing for a longer time than you, and I am much taller than you, and I have reached the True Yuan Realm. The swordsman restrained his smile and said in a tone of teaching juniors: "And we are not cultivators in a certain cultivation place, so we don't have many scruples, and we won't know where we are tomorrow, so don't worry about what kind of teacher you have behind you, and don't worry about what kind of cultivation place you are." ”

Wang Jingmeng nodded and said, "You are horse thieves. ”

The swordsman was a little stunned, and he and several of his companions behind him looked around, making sure that there were no other cultivators around.

"Then do you understand by now?" After the swordsman was stunned, his brows slowly furrowed, and his voice became slightly cold, "I just want to eat a hot bowl here, and I don't want to kill people." ”

"But if I don't give you this sword scripture, you'll want to kill me. Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said.

It was difficult for this swordsman to comprehend Wang Jingmeng's calm at this time, he nodded and said, "Yes, if you don't give us this sword scripture, I will kill you." ”

"This sword scripture is a gift from my master, so I can't give it to you. Wang Jingmeng raised his head, looked at the swordsman, and said, "You can go, or be killed by me." ”

"You actually have the confidence to kill a cultivator like me?" "The swordsman looked at Wang Jingmeng with an idiotic gaze, "Didn't your so-called master tell you that it was impossible to fight beyond the ranks?"

"Didn't tell me. Wang Jingmeng shook his head.

"Then your master is also an idiot. The swordsman couldn't help but laugh, "This is something that has never happened in any of the texts. ”

"There has never been such a thing in the past, and there is no such thing recorded in any classics?" Wang Jingmeng was a little surprised, a little curious.

The swordsman did not answer.

The companions behind him laughed out loud and unkindly.

At this moment, Wang Jingmeng's voice sounded, "That should start with me." ”

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

The swordsman's eyes narrowed, "You mean, you still want to try to kill me?"

"This Sword Sutra is really good in your opinion?" Wang Jingmeng said, "It's worth the risk?"

The swordsman didn't understand why Wang Jingmeng would ask such a strange question in such an atmosphere.

His brows furrowed a little deeper, and then he said: "The cultivation classics are naturally of astonishing value, not to mention that the Liuyun Sword Sutra is the secret of the Liuyun Sect, and there will be many sword masters in Changling who can take risks to fight, let alone in this kind of place." ”

"Then it seems that he is not the idiot you call him, but he is much higher than you. Wang Jingmeng raised his head, as if he had figured out a crucial issue, and said.

The swordsman and several companions behind him were stunned, first, they didn't react to who Wang Jingmeng said he was.

"Since he didn't specifically explain that I can't fight beyond the ranks, it means that there is a possibility of fighting beyond the ranks. Wang Jingmeng said seriously: "I think it's the same reason, tigers may not be able to eat children, wild boars without fangs are not as good as wild dogs, why is there no possibility of crossing the ranks to fight." ”

The swordsman felt more and more ridiculous, and he subconsciously laughed, "Tigers may not be able to eat children?"

Wang Jingmeng looked at him, nodded, and stopped talking, because he was the child.

For some reason, looking at Wang Jingmeng's quiet demeanor, the swordsman didn't directly draw his knife and cut it.

He slowly restrained his smile, and then asked seriously, "Who is your master?"

Wang Jingmeng felt that this was not something that he couldn't see and couldn't talk to people, so he said truthfully: "Gu Liren." ”

"Gu Liren?"

The swordsman and several of his companions were stunned at the same time.

Then the swordsman came back to his senses and laughed, but this time his smile was full of hideous flavor, "Do you know what kind of person I hate the most in my life?"

Wang Jingmeng frowned, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly took the wrong medicine and asked such a question.

"Are you talking about Gu Liren from the Bashan Sword Field?" asked the swordsman as he rhythmically tapped the table with his intact hand.

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

"I hate people who treat me like a pig's head the most in my life. The swordsman narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "You can bluff me, but don't treat me like a pig's head." ”

"Bashan Sword Field Gu Liren....He is indeed the most famous and most likely the strongest swordsman in the world at this time, but counting the time, he may only openly accept apprentices in Bashan Sword Field now. You casually say that you are the strongest swordsman, and you want to scare me with his name, you treat me as a pig's head, or really when I am a hillbilly who has been farming all my life, and I have never seen anything in the world?"

The swordsman looked at Wang Jingmeng, who was still calm, and for some reason, the more he looked at it, the more he hated it, so there was a soft sound, his knife was out of the sheath, and a snowy light fell towards Wang Jingmeng.

The knife is a good knife, the knife body has a heavy overlapping, like a white wave of the same texture, when a little true element naturally flows, these waves seem to move, naturally sucking the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, and even faintly emitting the sound of waves.

The knife momentum is also stable and fast, without more than ten years of hard work, this draw knife will definitely not be so smooth.

It's just that this swordsman didn't want to kill Wang Jingmeng directly.

His sword was horizontal.

He just wanted to slap Wang Jingmeng's face with the blade of the knife, slap Wang Jingmeng's face swollen, and slap out a few of his teeth.

Teach the kind of children who deceive adults with clumsy lies, and he thinks that's how they should be.

Of course, he should still kill this kid next, because this kid's division should have some power, and since he sees their faces clearly, he can't leave trouble.

However, when such a thought had just sounded in his mind, he felt a killing intent, a sword intent that was more fluid than his sword momentum.

A volley of sword intent fell to his throat.

The swordsman's breathing was sudden, his reaction was not unpleasant, the true yuan in his body gushed out sharply, the waves on the knife in his hand roared, and the sword light expanded instantly.

However, as soon as his sword technique changed, a cloud-like sword light had suddenly fallen, falling from his throat and stabbing obliquely through his left rib.

Poof.

A sharp aura pierced through his ribs and pierced his heart without any blockage.

An unbelievable feeling even diluted the fear before death came, and the swordsman's eyes widened to the extreme, and the knife in his hand suddenly froze because he did not have the support of his successor Zhenyuan, and then naturally drooped.

His head also slowly drooped, and he saw a bloody purple bamboo withdrawing from his body, and as the bamboo rubbed against his flesh, qi and blood sneered out along the edge of the bamboo.

"How could it be. ”

"How so?"

The swordsman looked at the bamboo blankly and asked two questions.

The most difficult thing for him to accept was that the other party killed him, not with a real Dao sword, but with a sharpened bamboo.

He didn't get the answer to his question.

Because when these two words came out, his jaw slammed into his chest, and he died.

Wang Jingmeng had already turned his body sideways.

He looked at the beads of blood that were still splashed on his clothes, thinking about the changes in Fang Cai's sword and sword, and he knew completely why Gu Liren wanted to read such a sword scripture by himself first.

The medicine should be symptomatic.

Many tricks can crack the opponent's knife and change moves, but some targeted tricks can make such a process easier, just like using long chopsticks to scoop noodles and spooning soup with a spoon.

He was cheerful.

But he couldn't help but ask to himself, "I know that you shouldn't be an ordinary cultivator, but I didn't expect that... You are so powerful, you are really the first famous swordsman?"