Song Que stood still and took off with his right hand to probe in the air, and with a sound of "Zheng", a knife on the wall of the room made a sound as if it came to life, jumped out of the scabbard, and flew directly into Song Que's hand.

Strange changes are sudden.

A feeling suddenly appeared in Meng Yuan's heart, as if the thick-backed broadsword had merged with him the moment it fell into Song Que's hands. It's as if the human arm is inseparable from the body, and a feeling of roundness comes from within.

Song Que's eyes shone brightly, covering his feet. At the same time, a sword aura like an iron wall, invisible but solid, with Song Que as the center, was forced towards Mengzhi, and the battle seemed to be about to break out.

Meng Zhi chuckled at each other, and suddenly exuded an indescribable terrifying momentum on his body, facing Mai Mang with Song Que's needle.

Meanwhile.

Outside this courtyard, Song Lu felt two opposing momentum erupt, perhaps, the servants who walked by didn't feel it. However, a person like Song Lu, who has martial arts, feels like the sky is falling, his heart is almost broken, and it is difficult to breathe. It was only after retreating dozens of feet that this feeling lessened.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

A gust of wind sounded, and Song Lu looked back to see that it was Song Shidao, Shi Qingxuan, and the older masters in Song Valve.

Shi Qingxuan said: "What's going on? I felt a momentum coming to my room!"

Song Lu said: "Everyone Shi may not know that the lord of the valve has already engraved Mr. Meng's name in the first place on the whetstone, and the battle between the two is inevitable, and at the same time, this battle is also related to the life and death of my Song Valve." ”

Hearing this, several people around them grimaced, waiting for the battle in the courtyard to end.

Song Que's expression was still very leisurely, and he looked at Meng Zhi and said indifferently: "God is the mind, the mind is the body, every time a knife is made, the whole body follows, and the unity of the divine will is this knife." ”

After taking a step forward, the huge momentum suddenly exploded, like a surging wind from the sky and the earth, and with his solid and powerful steps, with the cold and bone-chilling sword qi, it rolled towards the meng plant.

"Boom"!

In the face of this kind of knife qi, even if it was a monk, he didn't dare to just sweep its edge, his left foot was slightly pointed, his left and right hands were in the air, and a true qi came out naturally, turning into a whirlpool, and he directly stirred Song Que's knife qi together, mixed it into one, and then hugged it with both hands, and pushed it towards the locust tree in the courtyard.

"Peng"

The whirlpool of true qi directly stirred up the hundred-year-old locust trees in the courtyard, and the broken trunks, branches and leaves flew all over the sky like heavy snow in winter, and finally sprinkled all over the ground.

Song Que said with a smile: "Mr. Meng is hiding like this, but it is not easy, if you are not serious, the end will be this tree!"

Meng Nao frowned and said, "Since Lord Song said so, don't blame Meng Nao for being abrupt." After speaking, his momentum suddenly rose, his feet were a little, and he leaped into the air again, his right hand only stretched out his index finger, and his left hand stretched out his middle finger.

"Whoosh"

A ray of true qi suddenly shot out and fell like lightning, hitting Song Que's handsome façade.

"When"

Song Que poked out the back of the knife and blocked the blow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

Then Meng Wei's hands were as gorgeous as butterflies flying, dazzling, and the erratic fingertips continued to shoot out true qi, like rain, which was difficult to guess.

Seeing this, Song Que's face remained unchanged, and the thick-backed knife in his hand broke through the air, and the wonderful images were varied, constantly changing in the space of two zhang in front of him, and every change was so clear and understandable, as if writing his mind with a knife. The most amazing thing is that every change just happens to block the true qi ejected by Meng Tars.

With the knife so far, it has reached the peak of perfection, and it is out of the realm of supernatural perfection.

Meng Zhi couldn't help but glance at Song Que in his heart, and at the same time compared with Ning Daoqi, if the realm of the two should be the same level, but if he only talked about the sword technique, he was afraid that even Ning Daoqi would be difficult to match.

The knife momentum changed, and the footwork also changed, Meng Nao secretly had an eye in his heart, no matter how strong his true qi was, Song Que would definitely take this opportunity to raid him.

When the last true qi shot out from his fingertips, Song Que didn't even make a knife and stopped, his left foot was lightly, and his left and right hands held the hilt together, and a momentum that fell from the sky erupted from his body and immediately swept the field, actually blocking the six-vein divine sword shot out by Meng Nao.

"Drink"

With a shout, the thick-backed knife in Song Que's hand was raised above his head and slashed at the monk's foot, which seemed to be ordinary and wrong, but Meng's foot, who was really facing the blade, felt an invincible intent and only rushed towards him, and the knife qi surged.

In the face of such a terrifying and powerful enemy, Meng Zhi watched quietly, and a pair of tiger eyes burst out with a strong battle spirit, staring at the sword qi in the field without blinking. When Song Que's thick-backed knife was only three feet away from him, Meng Zhi used his unique skills, stretched out his right hand, and the suction power suddenly came out, and he actually wanted to absorb the knife qi emitted by Song Que.

Song Que's eyes narrowed slightly, waiting for the plantar reaction.

I saw that a tornado-like vortex emanated from Meng Nao's right hand in the field, which swept the knife qi in, but it was not absorbed, and on the left hand, two true qi of black and white were faintly visible and soft together like gossip.

"Up!"

With Meng Qian's shout, Song Que saw that Meng Zhi actually slowly moved the knife qi he had released, and the gossip in his left hand surrounded his chest, and with a sudden push, the knife qi immediately turned back, coming in the opposite direction of Song Que. It turned out that the sword qi released by Song Que was difficult to block with the power of his bare hands, so he had to weaken the Northern Spiritual Skill now, and then rebounded it with a great shift.

"Meng Jiao, you underestimate me too much, how can the knife qi released by myself not be able to stop it?" But seeing that Song Que had another backhand, he directly dispersed the reverse knife qi in the air.

"Haha" Meng Zhi suddenly laughed wildly, "Song Lord is next!"

I saw Meng Wei's left and right hands turning each other, a dragon groan flickered, and a dragon statue with an abominable face suddenly appeared in the air.

"Let's go!"

The thick-backed knife in Song Que's hand kept rotating here, and from time to time it overflowed with a trace of frightened knife energy, trying to block Meng Nao's eighteen dragon descending palms, and still have the strength to counter Meng Nao.

But Song Que's knife and Meng Wei's palm are both the most powerful and yang power in the world, which can be described as the tip of the needle against Mai Mang, the two don't want to let go, and for a while, the two are against each other, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The crowd outside the arena was dumbfounded, and they forgot for a moment the changes and chaos in the field caused by the duel between the two.

"Uncle Song," Song Shidao shouted softly, "You say, who will win?"

Song Lu shook his head slowly and said, "It's hard to say!"

At this time, the mutation protrudes.

After Song Que blocked Meng Nao's palm, it was followed by another knife, and two knives came out at the same time, almost without a few separations. Meng Zhi has a store in his hand, and the eighteenth palm Kanglong has regrets.

"Boom"

The strong momentum of the collision between the two immediately swept the audience, and even a few people who were fighting outside dozens of feet couldn't help but retreat backwards, afraid that it would affect them.

In the field, just as the momentum exploded, a strange light came out of Meng Que's hand, and when he met Song Que's sword qi, he miraculously turned a big bend and hit Song Que's chest.

Song Que snorted, and even the person with a knife was repelled by this palm, and staggered back three steps.

Meng Wei was also hit by the sword qi that his palm had just dodged and fell to the ground.