The tip of Wang Jingmeng's sword came out of the turbid waves, and stabbed straight at Mo Ying's eyebrows.

Mo Ying's left hand pointed at the sword, and with a snort, a drop of crystal water turned into a small sword, and with a bang, Wang Jingmeng's sword shook up.

The long sword in his right hand did not make any movement, but the true yuan spread out sharply on the sword's body, forming countless waterlines in the dispersion.

Tianyi Pavilion's Tiansheng Water Sword Sutra, the sword intent is countless runes, and it is constantly created out of nothing in the battle, condensing the true water.

The strength of this sword scripture lies in the fact that the true water gathers more and more, forming a boundless wind and rain.

The swordsmen of Tianyi Pavilion are all stronger and stronger the more they fight, and the more sword moves they use, the stronger the power of their sword intent, so even if Mo Ying's sword is broken, and even if he is forced to retreat again and again by Wang Jingmeng, he does not feel that he will be defeated.

Wang Jingmeng's sword was retracted, and in the moment of retraction, the sword body shook violently.

Countless willow-like sword qi were generated in the violent vibration.

There are many waterlines attacking Wang Jingmeng, but this catkins-like sword qi is even more.

"Qingyun Sword Sect's chaotic flying flocculents. ”

Lin Zhujiu and Yan Xinlan glanced at each other, and both of them couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They felt that if the division commander was here, I was afraid that the bitterness in their hearts would be even stronger.

Before leaving the Bashan Sword Field, Wang Jingmeng borrowed a lot of sword scriptures, and this Qingyun Sword Sect's sword scripture was one of them.

The division commander is proud of learning swords from watching the sword scriptures, but Wang Jingmeng has borrowed many sword scriptures, and he has been reading these sword scriptures for a short time.

But the most important reason that made them smile bitterly at the moment was not Wang Jingmeng's terrifying talent that they knew, but they could be sure that Mo Ying was only between them and them.

In Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan's opinion, if they were to fight Mo Ying, at this time, they should also be able to gain the upper hand, and now that Wang Jingmeng saw the move, it seemed to be on an equal footing with Mo Ying, so it could only explain one point, Wang Jingmeng was just deliberately feeding the move.

He wanted to read more of the Sword Sutra of Tianyi Pavilion and see the last boundless wind and rain.

Looking at the mountains from the outside of the mountains can see the whole picture more clearly than looking at the mountains in the mountains.

Mo Ying didn't have such a clear feeling as Lin Zhujiu and Yan Xinlan, he just had a very strange feeling.

Any move is easy to come by in Wang Jingmeng's hands, and no matter what sword style he uses, Wang Jingmeng can easily resolve it with a sword.

He had never faced such an opponent before.

He was even looking forward to his last storm.

Because no one had ever put such pressure on him, he made every sword he put his heart and soul into it.

With each sword, the True Yuan in his body flowed faster and faster, faster and faster, and many flashes began to appear in the air.

Some crystal water droplets condensed in the air, and they were strangely suspended in the air.

"I see. ”

Wang Jingmeng felt these crystal droplets, and he seemed to be standing in a frozen rain.

The boundless wind and rain looked very much like the accumulation of the uneliminated power of each sword before, but in fact, it was the continuous accumulation of many sword intents from before, forming a huge sword array.

This sword formation is the result of continuous carving, constantly absorbing the invisible heaven and earth vitality with a tangible flow of water, and in the end, this boundless wind and rain will even surpass the strength of this cultivator himself.

At this time, the wind and rain have become a problem, and how to solve it is a difficult problem.

Compared to when he left Qiyun Cave, he already had ten times more sword moves in his mind.

But even if it was the thirty-two swords left by the swordsman of the You Dynasty, none of them seemed to be able to stop the boundless wind and rain at this time.

If one sword doesn't work, use multiple swords.

Wang Jing dreamed of it, and made a sword first.

Mo Ying's figure flew backwards, but his sword slashed forward.

The sword intent has been completed, the boundless wind and rain have been rolled up, even he can't change this sword intent anymore, and he can't even change the course of any of this sword intent.

The world around Wang Jingmeng's body suddenly became extremely dark.

Because the countless condensed water vapor disks whistled with the strong wind, they became like tight dark clouds, obscuring the skylight.

The howling wind obscured only sight and perception, but what was really driven by the chaotic wind flow was the crystal water droplets that were sharply elongated in the air.

Each drop of water turned into an elongated sword.

Each thin sword was full of murderous intent, floating in the surrounding heaven and earth, and then with the chaotic wind flow, it attacked Wang Jingmeng from all directions at different times, as if it would never stop.

Lin Zhuanjiu and Yan Xinlan's faces were solemn.

Both of them are actually confident in defeating Mo Ying, in their opinion, although Mo Ying is undoubtedly very strong, in terms of actual combat, they are not as experienced as them, but even if they win, they will definitely try to win before the boundless wind and rain form.

When the boundless wind and rain formed at this time, they would never find a way to defeat it.

A bright sword light stabbed straight upward.

This sword light was extremely fast, like lightning shooting out of the dark clouds.

With a snort, a hole seemed to be pierced in the invisible boundary.

Several gusts of wind were suddenly pulled by the hole and flew towards the sky.

Countless crystalline water swords were sucked up by this hole and flew towards the sky.

This sword is undoubtedly very exquisite, and it is full of the meaning of imminent danger, but whether it is in Mo Ying's eyes, or in the eyes of Lin Zhuanjiu and Yan Xinlan, it can't solve the problem at all.

Even if a giant python absorbs water, it can only sweep away some of the wind and rain around it, how can it withstand the boundless wind and rain?

However, at this moment, he slashed straight forward with extremely fast sword light.

With a bang, like a giant oar slapping water, a ravine seemed to appear in the wind and rain ahead.

Wang Jingmeng's figure rushed forward along this ravine!

Many storms that hit him all fell behind him.

Mo Ying's brows furrowed slightly.

What kind of sword momentum is this?

This seemingly extremely simple sword was able to break through countless storms and rains, which was simply beyond his comprehension.

But no matter what, this sword must have consumed a large amount of Wang Jingmeng's true yuan, and it was not enough for him to get out of the boundless wind and rain.

However, at this moment, Wang Jingmeng took out several swords in his hand.

The countless wind and rain on both sides were driven by his sword momentum and fell under his feet.

At his feet, a torrent appeared.

Mo Ying's eyes widened in disbelief.

Wang frightened his dream and walked on the waves, like a heavenly river pouring down the ground, leaving all the boundless wind and rain behind him, and a sword turned into a little cold light, stabbing in front of him!

When the bang.

Mo Ying's sword lay across in front of him.

His body retreated like a ghost.

However, Wang Jingmeng still walked like treading waves, and instantly came back to him again, stabbing with a sword again.

While!

Mo Ying retreats again!

Wang Jingmeng went in again!