This sword stabbed Mo Ying's eyebrows.

This sword was extremely sharp and sharp, even the sword intent was decisive and meaningless.

Therefore, the sword path of this sword will never change.

Mo Ying's body fluctuated violently.

The sword in his hand was raised rapidly and faced the sword.

At the same time, a drop of crystal water droplets appeared between Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

The drop of water is rapidly elongating as the true energy flows in Mo Ying's body, forming a sharp and thin sword.

The reason why Tianyi Pavilion is powerful is not only because many sword intents will eventually condense into powerful wind and rain, but also because of both sword momentum and sword intent, and also because of the creation of something out of nothing.

Distance determines the time.

A sword that comes from a long distance should not be as fast as a water sword that appears directly beside you.

This is the real reason why many people think that the practitioners in Tianyi Pavilion are even more difficult to deal with than those in Yunshui Palace.

Even when Wang Jingmeng stabbed his sword, Mo Ying thought so.

However, he was wrong.

His sword was raised up, but he did not meet Wang Jingmeng's sword.

Wang Jingmeng's sword was much faster than he imagined.

Before the cold sword tip reached his eyebrows, the moment he touched his skin, his water sword was three inches away from Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

He stopped.

The boundless wind and rain have completely disappeared behind Wang Jingmeng.

The water sword suddenly collapsed in the air with the violent fluctuations in his mind and the unsustainable true energy.

Wang Jingmeng's sword was straight and retracted back.

But he was in a state of palpitations.

The tip of the sword had really touched his skin, but no scars were left. However, the sword intent on the sword seemed to have penetrated into his sea of ​​consciousness and pierced his pride.

"Feel sorry."

Wang Jingmeng returned to the sword and then bowed slightly to him as a courtesy.

"Why is it so fast?"

Mo Ying didn't understand the true meaning of Wang Jingmeng's word "sorry". He didn't know that Wang Jingmeng wanted to see his boundless storms, so he decided the outcome after the boundless storms.

He just couldn't understand why Wang Jingmeng's sword was so fast.

"Of course my sword move is a very fast sword move, but the most important thing is not that I am fast, but that you are slowing down."

Wang Jingmeng looked at the disappearing crystal water droplets on the ground in front of him, then looked up at Mo Ying and said, "It is of course powerful to create something out of nothing, but it is necessary to make something out of nothing. If I sense your sword path in advance and the condensation of this true water, I will naturally be able to cut off your sword path in advance."

Mo Ying's face turned pale.

He didn't really understand when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard the second sentence, he truly woke up.

“So that’s what it is…”

His lips trembled slightly, and he said in a daze: "It turns out that my sword is much slower than usual, and much slower than I imagined."

"Of course, the sword intent is not used or ends."

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said sincerely: "To be honest, I think the sword scriptures of Tianyi Pavilion are of course the most powerful sword scriptures in the world, but I don't particularly appreciate them, because I always like the swords in my hand, and the changes in the subtleties are more quickly perceived, and they are always in my own hands."

"The sword in the hand."

This seems to be a very difficult sentence and difficult to understand, but Mo Ying understands it.

"I never thought that people with the same level of cultivation could perceive the flow and condensation of true energy and vital energy in such a short time, and even directly prevent it from the root."

He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself down, "What's more, your true energy cultivation seems to be slightly inferior to mine."

"Since I can, it means that someone else can do it."

Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said, "What's more, you said that people who are just at the same level cannot, but if the true essence cultivation is far beyond yours, he can even directly use his power to change your sword intent. So from this perspective, your sword technique and sword intent will naturally have parts that can be improved."

Mo Ying was stunned.

Wang Jingmeng just took a look and knew that he was in a mess, but he knew exactly what Mo Ying’s problem was at this time.

So before he turned around and walked back to the carriage, he said seriously: "I know that most practitioners think that fighting across the border is impossible, so most people rarely imagine themselves facing the problem of cultivators who are above themselves in their great realm. You should be like them. You subconsciously feel that compared with cultivators who are beyond your great realm, any sword moves and struggles are useless, so you will not consider this kind of problem... But you should understand that unless you never engage in real battles and always stay at the level of sword comparison in the sect. Otherwise, a practitioner will not have the right to choose the strength of his enemies."

Mo Ying's body shook.

He looked up at Wang Jingmeng's back, "Can you cross the border and fight?"

Wang Jingmeng frowned slightly, and he did not look back and said softly: "Is it possible that a practitioner who will always fight only those who are weaker than him? If he meets someone stronger than him, should he choose to surrender or turn around and escape? Or he will always compete for the strongest among practitioners of the same level?"

Mo Ying's vest was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

It seemed like a heavy rain in his heart.

It's really messy.

Is it not to compete for the leader of the same generation of practitioners, but to compete with those powerful teachers and predecessors who have practiced for many years?

This is the same as what Wang Jingmeng said, and it seems to be wrong.

But in the past many years, haven’t many young geniuses been waiting for the previous generation of geniuses to grow old and wait for time to slowly become stronger before they begin to take over the positions of those people?

"My junior brother Wang Jingmeng will not only look for sword competitions for the same generation."

Yan Xinlan looked at the confused and panic-talking genius in Tianyi Pavilion and said seriously before walking onto the carriage: "Especially after comparing with you the sword, he should not look for many young people in Changling, and should directly look for their division commanders."

Mo Ying's face suddenly turned pale.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that he was very childish.

His breathing became difficult and his hands were a little cold.

But these carriages did not stop.

The sound of horse hooves sounded.

When he raised his head again, the figures of Wang Jingmeng, Yan Xinlan and others had disappeared into the carriage.

But Yan Xinlan's words kept echoing in his ears.

There are endless storms in his heart.

....

"Is it related to Tianyi Pavilion?"

In the carriage, Yan Xinlan looked at Wang Jingmeng and asked seriously.
Chapter completed!