There was a tingling sound.

Wang Jingmeng's sword stabbed on the heavy sword flying towards him.

Meng Qiong frowned.

The heavy sword flew back towards him.

He was a little impressed and even a little surprised.

It was obvious that the opponent had just stabbed, and the power of his heavy sword was completely eliminated and he flew back directly.

The sword intent of the other party's sword is really not simple.

But of course he didn't think the other party could defeat him.

His right hand raised up, and he stretched out his fingers and clamped the sword edge of the heavy sword.

In this process, his left-hand sword was not dull at all.

However, at this moment, Wang Jingmeng's left hand also stretched out like lightning!

Wang Jingmeng had only one sword, and his left hand was empty, but his index finger and middle finger were both fingers as swords.

The stunning in Meng Qiong's eyes turned into shock, even terror.

His left wrist hurt.

The pulse gate on his wrist was actually stabbed by Wang Jingmeng!

He shouted loudly, his right fingers were clamped with the sword edge, and the true energy in his body roared and poured out without reservation. He used the sword edge as the hilt and the sword edge as the hilt, and stabbed at Wang Jingmeng who was already in front of him!

At the same time, his left hand still held the short sword forcefully, without losing his hand. A more dazzling sword light lifted up from bottom to top and stabbed Wang Jingmeng's lower abdomen.

A soft sound was heard.

Fresh and hot blood gushed out and fell on the clothes, like peach blossoms blooming.

However, this blood did not come from Wang Jingmeng, but from his shoulders.

He was stabbed by Wang Jingmeng with a sword in his right shoulder.

The hilt of the heavy sword with his fingers in his right hand hit Wang Jingmeng's chest, but he had no successor power. He just pushed Wang Jingmeng backwards, which also allowed the sword in Wang Jingmeng to escape from his right shoulder more quickly.

His left-handed sword fell into nothing.

Not only Wang Jingmeng took a step back, but his body also shook back when he was stabbed by Wang Jingmeng.

Just a few inches away, the dagger in his hand did not touch Wang Jingmeng's clothes.

"How is that possible!"

A howl of pain and strong disbelief sounded in the dead silence.

With a sound, the heavy sword fell from his fingers to the ground, almost slashing on his toes.

Meng Qiong's eyes were blood red. He didn't look at the sword, but looked at Wang Jingmeng tightly, "How could you be faster than me?"

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly.

He took another step back and confirmed that the opponent had no chance of attacking immediately. He slowly crossed his sword to his chest again and said, "My sword is faster than your heavy sword, and his fingers are more flexible than your short sword."

Meng Qiong's face looked squarer.

Because when he needed to calm down and think, he always subconsciously bit his teeth tighter.

His chest was undulating violently, his breath was turbulent, and the undulation of his chest gave people a feeling of wanting to burst out the clothes on his body.

He admitted that what Wang Jingmeng said made sense.

The opponent's sword was no doubt faster than his heavy sword, and the opponent's finger sword could stab his wrist, and he could barely agree that the finger was not a dead object after all. When facing his short sword, as long as he calmed down to the extreme, he could avoid his sword cutting.

But there is still the truth about practitioners in the world.

"My cultivation is much higher than you, not only the power of true energy, but also perception. Perception means reaction and speed. The same leaves fall, and the speed of the leaves in my eyes fall can be much slower than what you see. This is a gap that cannot be avoided by any trick." He looked at Wang Jingmeng and said the truth he had always known. His mood was still fluctuating violently, so his voice was filled with tremolo.

"There are intuition and predictions when dealing with each other."

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said calmly: "If you have predicted the trajectory of a certain sword, then such speed will be meaningless."

Meng Qiong could not refute.

He didn't believe anyone could have such a talent, but there was no explanation other than that.

And this is the fact that he saw.

His shoulders were still bleeding.

The sword pierced deeply and pierced an important bloodline with extremely accurate accuracy.

Even if he can seal this bloodline at this time, if he takes all his strength next, his wound will still collapse.

"I lost."

He lowered his head and said.

Wang Jingmeng didn't say anything, he just continued to wait, waiting for the other party's explanation.

"You're right, killing does require a reason."

Meng Qiong's voice was low, so low that only Wang Jingmeng could hear it clearly. "I have a reason to come here, because my master needs to kill someone, and I must lead a practitioner around that person away. If I kill someone like this, the person should come over. My master can successfully kill the person he wants to kill, but I didn't expect that the man had not come yet, but a swordsman like you came."

Wang Jingmeng's brows frowned deeply.

He heard the reason for the other party to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but this reason made him feel the darkness he had never touched before.

An extremely unpleasant feeling came from his body, as if he had inhaled some cotton wool in between his breath.

"So actually, it's not that you will cause trouble and kill others when you get drunk. In fact, all this is your master's conspiracy. You just want to attract the practitioner he is afraid of here?"

He looked at Meng Qiong and said, "Who is the master you are talking about?"

Meng Qiong did not answer, nor did he look up. More blood was flowing out, but it was not from the wound on his shoulder, but from his mouth and nose.

There were many small sounds in his body, and the sound was like a sheepskin valve leaking.

There was a slight chill in Wang Jingmeng's body.

He felt dead.

The practitioner died quickly.

There was a suppressed cheer.

Then there were louder cheers.

The villagers in the surrounding villages and towns were extremely happy when they watched Meng Qiong's death.

Especially those villagers who asked Wang Jingmeng to kill Meng Qiong, they knelt down on the road in the streets and alleys.

However, Wang Jingmeng looked at the blood spreading on the ground, and there was no joy in his heart.

He doesn't like a person's life being controlled by others, and he feels that any life is worthy of respect.

He also doesn't like Meng Qiong because Meng Qiong can also kill people here for some conspiracies.

But he didn't like the owner behind Meng Qiong, and the mold spots growing in dark corners.

He felt that love and hate need to be clear, and even more light.

The world of light is the real world.

He didn't have many thoughts at this time, he was very simple, and he just thought that such a thing was disgusting and was wrong.

...

...

Some people like light, while others like darkness.

Everything in this world is divided into two ends, and so is human preferences.

For many people, the adult world does not matter, but only interests.

A merchant ship floated above the Wei River outside Changling.

This merchant ship belongs to a certain merchant in Changling. It is usually used to transport tung oil. There are at least dozens of boatmen. However, these boatmen are not here now. Only two people are sitting face to face on the deck, with a table with some wine and food in the middle.

Both of them are dressed in ordinary merchants, and one is obviously a foreigner, with a distinctive difference in behavior, expression, and appearance, including their facial features and appearance.

The foreigner looked at the Changling merchant opposite and picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it. He only looked at the color of the wine in the glass and said lightly: "My master asked me to come, so I told you that his conditions can naturally be agreed, but he has one condition, and you must also complete it."

The Changling merchant, who looked very elegant and elegant, asked politely: "What are the conditions?"

"My master wants you, the strongest practitioner in Qin, to no longer exist in the world." said a foreigner.

The Changling merchant changed his face slightly: "The strongest practitioner, what do you mean..."

"Who else can be called the strongest except Gu Liren from Bashan Sword Field?" The foreigner said sarcastically: "Is there a practitioner who is stronger than him?"

The Changling merchant's face became even more ugly and he became more solemn, saying, "With the power he showed, who can kill him, let alone Yu Zuochi and others..."

"Think about it, there will always be a solution." His words were interrupted by the foreigner again. The foreigner smiled and said, "Any business is about in and out. If you want to get it, you must make contributions."

The merchants in Changling remained silent.

He had a gloomy face, but his heart felt chill.

He thought of some solutions, but no matter which method, it means that Changling and the Qin Dynasty will lose some of the most powerful practitioners, and the Qin Dynasty will become weak, and this is probably what the other party wants to see in the end.

He had no answer in his mind whether such efforts were worth it.

"My master also wants me to say a few words to your master, some of which are jokes." The smile of the foreigner became even lighter. "Cheng Jiao is really much worse than Ying Wu, but your master wants to help him get to power at any cost. My master asked with a smile, is it because he was the one who was so hard and hard to do?"

Hearing this sentence, the Changling merchant suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.
Chapter completed!