Wang Jingmeng's sword tip emerged from the turbid waves and stabbed straight into Mo Ying's eyebrows.

Mo Ying pointed his left hand together as a sword. With a sniffle, a drop of crystal water droplets turned into a small sword, and a sound of shocked Wang Jingmeng's sword upwards.

His right sword saw no movement, but the true energy scattered rapidly on the sword, forming countless water lines in the scattering.

In the Tianyisheng Water Sword Sutra of Tianyi Pavilion, the sword intent is countless talismans, which constantly create something out of nothing during the battle, condensing true water.

The power of this sword scripture lies in the fact that the more real water gathers, the more it forms endless wind and rain.

The sword masters in Tianyi Pavilion are getting stronger and stronger as they fight, the more sword moves are used, the more powerful the sword intent is. Therefore, even if Mo Ying's sword is broken every time, or even forced back by Wang Jingmeng, he did not feel that he would be defeated.

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

Countless sword energy like willow catkins were generated in the violent shock.

There are many water lines attacking Wang Jingmeng, but there are more sword energy like willow catkins.

"The flying catkins of Qingyun Sword Sect."

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

They felt that if the teacher had been here, they might have a stronger sense of bitterness in their hearts.

Before leaving the Bashan Sword Field, Wang Jingmeng borrowed many sword scriptures, and the sword scriptures of the Qingyun Sword Sect were one of them.

The teacher was proud of his sword learning by the Self-Seeing Sword Sutra. However, Wang Jingmeng borrowed many sword sutras, and he had been reading these sword sutras for a short time.

But the most important reason why they smiled bitterly at this moment was not the terrifying talent they knew, which was Wang Jingmeng, but that they could be sure that Mo Ying was only equal to them.

In Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan's opinion, if they were to fight with Mo Ying, they should have the upper hand at this time. Now Wang Jingmeng is trying to counterattack, and it seems to be equal to Mo Ying. This only means that Wang Jingmeng is just deliberately feeding the moves.

He wanted to read more of the Sword Sutra of Tianyi Pavilion and see the final boundless storm.

When you are outside the mountain, you can see the whole picture better than when you look at the mountain in the mountain.

Mo Ying did not have such a clear feeling as Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan, he just had a very strange feeling.

Any move can be picked up easily in Wang Jingmeng's hands, and no matter what sword style he uses, Wang Jingmeng can easily resolve it with one sword.

He had never encountered such an opponent before.

He even looked forward to his last endless storm.

Because no one has ever put such pressure on him, he will do his best to every sword.

As each sword was used, the true energy in his body flowed faster and faster, and a lot of flashes began to appear in the air.

Some crystal water droplets continued to condense in the air and scatteredly suspended in the air.

"So that's how it is."

Wang Jingmeng felt these crystal water droplets, and he was like standing in a solidified rain.

The endless wind and rain looked like the accumulation of the power that had not been eliminated in each sword before, but in fact, many of the previous sword intents were constantly piled up, forming a huge sword formation.

This sword formation is the result of continuous crafting, and it constantly absorbs the invisible energy of heaven and earth with tangible water flow. In the end, this boundless storm will even surpass the power of the practitioner himself.

At this time, the storm has already been established, and how to solve it is a difficult problem.

Compared to when he left Qiyun Cave, he already had dozens of times the sword moves in his mind.

But even the thirty-two swords left by the sword master of the You Dynasty, it seems that no sword can stop the boundless wind and rain at this time.

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

Wang Jing dreamed and took a sword first.

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

The sword intent has been completed, and the endless wind and rain have been rolled up. Even he can no longer change the sword intent, or even change the progress of any sword intent.

The world around Wang Jingmeng suddenly became extremely dark.

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

The whistling wind only covers sight and perception, but what is really driven by the chaotic wind is the crystal water droplets that are rapidly elongated in the air.

Each water droplet turned into a slender sword.

Each thin sword is full of murderous intent, floating between the surrounding heaven and earth, and then along with the chaotic romantic flow, attacking Wang Jingmeng from all directions at different times, as if it will never stop.

Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan's faces were solemn.

Both of them actually have the confidence to defeat Mo Ying. In their opinion, although Mo Ying is undoubtedly very powerful, he is not as experienced as them in actual combat. But even if he wins, they will definitely try to win before the endless storm is formed.

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

A bright sword light pierced straight upwards.

This sword light was extremely fast, like lightning shot from a dark cloud.

With a sneer, a hole seemed to be pierced in the invisible border.

Several strong winds were suddenly pulled by the hole and flew towards the sky.

Countless crystal clear water swords were swept by this hole and flew towards the sky.

This sword is undoubtedly very exquisite and full of calmness in the face of danger. However, no matter in Mo Ying's eyes, or in Lin Zhuojiu and Yan Xinlan's eyes, the problem cannot be solved at all.

Even if the giant python absorbs water, it can only sweep away some wind and rain around you. How can it withstand endless wind and rain?

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

With a loud bang, it was like a huge oar slapped at the water, and a gully appeared in the wind and rain ahead.

Wang Jingmeng's figure moved forward along this gully!

Many storms that attacked him all fell behind him.

Mo Ying's brows frowned slightly.

What kind of sword force is this?

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

But no matter what, this sword will definitely consume a lot of Wang Jingmeng's true energy, which is not enough to help him escape from the boundless storm.

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

Countless winds and rains on both sides were driven by his sword and fell at his feet.

A violent wave appeared under his feet.

Mo Ying's eyes widened to the extreme in disbelief.

Wang Jingmeng walked on the waves, like a river of heaven and earth, throwing all the boundless wind and rain behind him, turning a sword into a little cold light and stabbing towards him!

A sound of it.

Mo Ying's sword was standing in front of him.

His body retreated ten feet like a ghost.

However, Wang Jingmeng was still walking on the waves, and instantly came to him and stabbed him with another sword.

when!

Mo Ying retreats again!
Chapter completed!