The farce ended here, Meng Xiang finally climbed onto the roof, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he wanted to take the three moves of the sword god.

It is not easy to receive the three moves of the sword god.

Even if Ren Xiaoyao lowered himself to the second order of Ning Dan, his understanding of the sword, his sword intent, and his sword technique were not something that a cultivator of the same level could have.

Meng Xiang understands this, so he also has a headache.

What to do?

He's so weak, I'm going to hit him too hard, and I accidentally slaughtered him, and Ugly has to hate me to death.

On the roof, the breeze was gusting, and Meng Xiang was bored and patted his calf with his sword.

"Aren't you doing the starting pose?" Looking at Meng Xiang's graceless sword grip technique, Ren Xiaoyao couldn't help frowning.

"There's no need. Tilting his head, Meng Xiang sighed a little boredly: "If the opponent is you, it doesn't matter if you have a starting hand or not." ”

"Yes. ”

Starting out, compared to Meng Xiang's casualness, Ren Xiaoyao was more cautious.

In the end, it is the sword god, knowing that the lion is still doing his best, and when he thinks he has an advantage, his eyes are still so sharp.

Looking at Ren Xiaoyao's sharp gaze and killing intent, Meng Xiang couldn't help frowning slightly.

Whether you're an ugly dad or not, let me test it.

The corners of Meng Xiang's mouth were slightly hooked.

That's right, Meng Xiang proposed to fight this time, not to settle this matter, the reason is very simple.

It's to confirm if the sword god is really Ugly's father!

Ren Xiaoyao said, saying that as long as Meng Xiang took his three moves, he would pardon Meng Xiang's disrespect and fulfill Meng Xiang's wish.

It doesn't matter if Meng Xiang is pardoned or not, it's just that this wish can just be used to ask Ren Xiaoyao to receive Ugly.

At the same time, the wind stopped.

The scene froze for two seconds as if it were a photo, and then...

Crash!

The rubble collapsed, and Ren Yao let out a low cry and rushed forward.

So fast!

Ren Xiaoyao was still twenty meters away before, just blinking, the moment his eyelids opened, Ren Xiaoyao was already close at hand, and the sword he stabbed out hit Meng Xiang's throat with the momentum of breaking the wind.

I can even control the timing of the blink so well!

The same cultivation was suppressed at the second order of Ning Dan, and this sudden attack of Ren Yao actually made Meng Xiang's heart beat a little more.

Oh, is it the peak of the ninth order of the golden body, or a master of swordsmanship. In the case of suppressing to such a low level of cultivation, he can still have this skill

"Millions of slaughter. As soon as the words fell, Ren Xiaoyao had already drawn his sword.

Almost as soon as he announced the name of the move, his hand and sword disappeared.

Instead, in front of him, hundreds of swords burst out in an instant.

In an instant, the rain of swords poured overwhelmingly towards Meng Xiang, without any gap!

Millions of slaughter is an entry-level swordsmanship that can be learned by cultivators in the Condensation Dan period of this continent, its body technique is simple, extremely lethal, and extremely versatile, so that after learning this move, swordsmen don't need to learn other moves until the distraction period.

The principle is that after entering the attack range, concentrate the true element in the hand of the sword, and burst out thousands of life-threatening stabbing attacks in a short period of time, completely sealing the opponent's evasion point with a wide range of stabbing attacks, and the only possible evasion is to retreat.

This trick was used by Meng Xiang when he was buried in the bones.

A cultivator of the same level could barely resist this move, Ren Xiaoyao was a sword god, and the million slaughters he used to fight with the second-order cultivation of Ning Dan were only one point worse than the iron fox in the buried bone ground.

Although it is difficult to break the law, it is not impossible!

Either blow away all the sword blows with a true yuan burst, or...

Facing the countless sword shadows on the way, the corners of Meng Xiang's mouth hooked slightly.

I don't really like fighting, but... Warm-up exercises are still done occasionally.

Lifting the sword, carrying the true yuan, seeing that the first sword was a few inches away, Meng Xiang moved.

Boom...

So fast that you can barely hear the sound of metal clashing at intervals...

On the rooftop, bright red sparks burst like molten iron from a steel mill, and the crisp sound of metal clashing is reminiscent of a Gatling blazing blue.

On the dojo, all the disciples who were waiting to watch the show just now opened their mouths in shock and almost dislocated their jaws.

Million Slaughter is an ultra-high-speed sword technique that bursts out thousands of sword strikes in a short period of time, and each blow in its attack trajectory is random, because it is irregular, so in the same level of exercises, there is no blocking sword technique that can effectively counter millions of slaughter.

Moreover, the number of stabs and the power of millions of slaughters per second increase with the increase of level.

And the million slaughters that Ren Xiaoyao fought must be beyond the norm, and every sword is enough to be called a must-kill for others.

But...

If Ren Xiaoyao's sword is full of heavy rain, then Meng Xiang's sword is the haze of the imperial capital.

Without any moves, he only used Zhenyuan to speed up his arm, relying on the dynamic vision of the Immortal Emperor level, Meng Xiang stubbornly flicked away every sword blow one by one.

"You..."Ren Xiaoyao never thought that there was someone in this world who would be able to stop the millions of slaughters he unleashed!

Is it possible to stop the slaughter of a million? And it is a million slaughter at will.

All the disciples were stunned!

The sparks are as bright as the stars in the night, densely packed.

Boom!

The last spark landed, and the million-dollar slaughter was over.

Ren Xiaoyao looked at Meng Xiang sluggishly, and found that he had stabbed out 10,000 swords in just two seconds, but he didn't hit a single blow. ！

No, not without hits.

Meng Xiang lowered his head and saw that the corner of his clothes was gone.

Sure enough, I'm still not very good at using a sword, no, he is too good at swordsmanship.

Meng Xiang can block it, but the sword can't block it. At this moment, the garbage spirit sword in Meng Xiang's hand was as red as a soldering iron due to too many collisions, and it was boiling hot in the early winter, and the sword blade was not so much a sword blade, but rather a sawtooth tooth.

If it comes a few more times, I'm afraid that the end of this sword will either be broken or melted.

"Brother Meng..."Ah Chou was already stunned when he saw this scene below.

The Million Slaughter was originally an attack that was impossible to block, and it was also a million slaughter stabbed by Ren Xiaoyao, Meng Xiang just took it, and he could still be unscathed, this...

This is simply superb!

Even the Third Elder, who had just woken up from a fainting, saw this scene and wondered if he was old and had something wrong with his eyes.

After taking over Ren Xiaoyao's move, he is still alive? No, not alive, but unscathed.

"Oh, no wonder he dared to speak wildly, and he really had two hits. Hu Tuoba's index finger and thumb rubbed his chin back and forth, and he looked at Meng Xiang with interest, his eyes full of interest.

At this moment, on the roof, Ren Xiaoyao, who is the party concerned, has a yellow face.

"I've never heard of anyone who can be slaughtered by a million at the same level, you kid, what is it..."

"Lord Xie Jianshen's subordinates are merciful. Without giving Ren Xiaoyao a chance to finish speaking, Meng Xiang held his sword in both hands and bowed his head: "There are still two moves, and the disciple is ready." ”

"You..."

Ren Yao was speechless for a while.

What does Meng Xiang mean by this, how could Ren Xiaoyao, who has lived for so many years, not know?

This sentence is clearly Meng Xiang saving face for Ren Xiaoyao, giving him the stairs and not letting him lose face!

I am a dignified sword god, and I actually want the head of the outer gate of my tribe to save face?

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao doesn't know whether to be happy or angry.

But Ren Xiaoyao knew, Meng Xiang knew, but the disciples in the audience didn't know.

"What, I thought he was so powerful, it turned out that the sect master's subordinates showed mercy. ”

"I'll just say, how can anyone stop the sword god's million slaughter. ”

"I see, this is the sect master to save face for him, lest he fall with one move and die in shame. ”

The disciples in the dojo were already shouting.

The mood fluctuations made Ren Xiaoyao's breathing a little disordered.

Although this is a shame for Ren Xiaoyao, it does save Ren Xiaoyao's face, and this mature approach makes Ren Xiaoyao can't help but have a little love for Meng Xiang.

"What's your name?"

"Meng Xiang. ”

"Meng Xiang, Dream of a good name, if you can survive, I will not only exempt you from the crime of disrespect, but also consider accepting you as a disciple. ”

"Then I have to survive, right?"

Meng Xiang smiled modestly.

When Ren Xiaoyao heard this, he shook his head with a wry smile, and then put on a posture again.

"Ready, my second move is not so easy to block. ”

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