The teacher's eyebrows were locked deeply, and the extremely hard black iron sword seemed to suddenly become soft in his hands.

The sword body actually had no change, but a few sword energy flowing from the sword body swept around him like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, sweeping away all the water needles that were as fine as white-haired and silver needles.

It is a terrible thing to lose the opportunity.

When using this sword, the division commander had already thought about the possibility of a counterattack.

The sword energy swept down beside him like a willow branch, but the sword in his hand was moving forward through the air, like breaking through the waves of a small boat.

However, he still couldn't seize the slightest opportunity.

Wang Jingmeng's fourth sword had already stabbed out.

This sword did not change much, it was just as fast as lightning.

All the sword energy flowing out of the sword body shot out from the tip of the sword along the sword body.

The commander's breathing suddenly stopped. His sword was lifted up, and he shook seven times in a row, shaking a piece of sword energy, like a forest of thousands of mountains and forests.

Puff puff puff puff...

The straight sword energy collided with the sword energy that was blocking the front, making countless sounds of breaking the shell, and finally the sword tip and the sword body met, making a harsh thunderous sound.

The division commander took a step back.

His face turned pale, and anger and confusion rays deep in his pupils.

A cheer sounded on those small boats.

The practitioners in Yunshui Palace are all women, but from top to bottom, their spirit is better than most men in the world.

In their opinion, whether it is Wang Jingmeng's attack or the guardian of the division commander's network, it is extremely exquisite.

Although Wang Jingmeng's sword was just like a roaring spring, it seemed to be moving forward straight, even if it was just a slight swaying of his body, the final place of the sword would be infinitely possible.

When the division commander could not predict where the opponent's sword attacked, he used the ten thousand mountain sword intent to shake a piece of sword energy to delay the speed of the sword. Finally, he defended the sword, which was impeccable.

All the performances of these two young sword masters have been amazing since they cast their first sword.

They have seen many young practitioners with great talent, and Yunshui Palace itself has several young practitioners with amazing talents. However, Wang Jingmeng and the teacher and commander Luo should be the best ones they see.

However, their praise did not make the teacher feel happy, but instead made the anger in his heart completely ignite.

Even if it is equally perfect, this is not something he can tolerate, because he has been comprehending the Sword Sutra for many years than Wang Jingmeng, not to mention that he even used four swords to break the defense and cannot even use the sword to attack.

This feeling is like fighting with two people, one person just swings a fist, and he just holds his head with his hands to protect his face.

This is not something he can bear.

He lowered his head.

A strange and bright sword light lit up like a stunning rainbow.

The true energy that kept bursting out from his body made a thunderous sound on the sword.

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly.

He didn't know the specific name of the other party's sword move, but he could be sure that the sword was followed by countless swords with storms.

The opponent's sword will turn into endless wind and rain in the next moment.

He could also sense the other person's anger.

This endless storm is the catharsis of the other party's anger.

He understood that the other party's anger came from pride, but he couldn't understand why the other party still had such capital for anger at this time and the pride that wanted to vent his anger on him.

Of course, the opponent's sword move is a very powerful sword move.

But in terms of such storms, among the sword masters who besieged the strong man in Qiyun Cave, many of the sword moves were stronger and faster than such sword moves.

The senior brother should have cared for and supported the junior brother.

As for talent, it should never be the capital of pride and pride.

As for the worse, this kind of unreasonable anger should not arise.

What's more, he returned to Bashan Sword Field not because of any happy event, but because he wanted to say goodbye to his teacher.

So he became a little angry.

The wind and rain are the same as the wind and rain.

He handed out a sword and sent out a storm.

Silent and scream...

A sharp piercing sounded between the two.

The teacher's roamed several feet in an instant, and the beach in front of him was covered with thin and deep holes.

"This is?"

The people from Yunshui Palace did not admire this time. They looked at the traces caused by the sprinkling of sword energy, and their faces suddenly became solemn.

"The cold and cold rain sword of the Nanshao Sword Sect."

Yun Tang frowned deeply, and she said in a deep voice: "The Nanshao Sword Sect has been dead for a hundred years, but someone has obtained the broken score of the Nanshao Sword Sect. I have seen that man's sword drawing. His sword intent is the same as his, but it is not as complete as his sword intent."

If she said something in such a certain tone, it would be impossible for her to make mistakes. However, when the people from Yunshui Palace listened, they felt a stronger sense of disbelief. The things from the Nan Shao Sword Sect have been lost for a long time, so how could this disciple of Gu Liren have the sword moves of the Nan Shao Sword Sect?

The teacher's lips trembled slightly.

His sword comes from the Daze Sword Sutra in Chu. The sword move is called the Bafang Fengyu. It is the most difficult to master in the Daze Sword Sutra and the most powerful sword move.

However, he never expected that he would use his sword to make it, and the wind and rain had been broken by the other party's wind and rain before it had taken shape, and instantly forced himself to retreat several feet.

He felt ashamed, but even more angry. He was unwilling to give up and did not believe that he would really lose in the hands of the other party.

With a loud shout, his wrist vibrated at a strange frequency.

His sword body shook out countless mysterious sword lights in the air, forming countless sword flowers, like thousands of pear blossoms blooming.

In front of Wang Jingmeng, countless sword flowers appeared.

I saw the sword flowers shaking at the tip of the sword, and it was even hard to see the figure of the teacher behind these sword flowers.

"Pear blossoms fall, the sword scripture of Tianming Sword Sect." said a practitioner from Yunshui Palace.

Yuntang nodded, expressing his approval and approval.

Wang Jingmeng looked directly at these sword flowers that were difficult to distinguish between reality and reality. He raised his head and the sword in his hand also raised up.

He raised his sword upwards as if it were very ordinary, and then he clumsily stabbed into the flowers, but there were many dull sounds in the air.

The sword energy scattered on his sword was like countless vines growing in the night.

All the pear blossoms were swept down, or stuck to the vines, and then shattered.

"What kind of sword move is this?"

The woman from Yunshui Palace who made a sound before frowned.

Yun Tang also remained silent, and she had never seen this sword before.

There was a tremor.

The division commander retreated several feet apart.

When his feet fell, the sound of water was already sounding under his feet.

His upper was slightly wet and had reached the waterside.

Behind him was the water surface and there was no way to retreat.

At this time, the teacher and commander could not even understand his mood. His mind was a little afraid that his sword was hanging from the ground. When the water flow touched the tip of his sword, he almost subconsciously cast a sword.

A straight forward sword mark appeared on the wet mud.

Many pebbles on the mud are pulled by the energy and are suspended upwards.

For Wang Jingmeng, this was naturally a very wonderful picture. However, when these pebbles floated up, a sword had already appeared in his mind clearly.
Chapter completed!