"How can this be beaten? One is like a weak scholar-selling man, and the other looks like a killer who is born to rely on a knife and a sword to make a living."

There are far more ordinary people around this dyeing workshop who were not clear about the situation before than spectators who came here deliberately.

Many people were holding rice bowls and digging pickled vegetables. When Wang Jingmeng and Qiu Guyu talked, they were more concerned about the taste of the newly made pickled vegetables. They didn't quite understand which two people were on the same side of the sword.

Until this time, Guan Fei and Wang Jingmeng faced each other, these people finally understood that these two people were competing for swords.

Looking at Guan Fei and Wang Jingmeng, some people couldn't help but scream.

In their eyes, it is not like saying that Wang Jingmeng is a young master, and it is not like that scholars do not seem that weak, but they look somewhere between the two, a little calm, but not so delicate.

But this Guan Fei was a person who was strong and licking blood on the sword at first glance. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, and it was heartbreaking to see him at first glance.

Their feelings are also the feeling of many young practitioners from various sects who came to see each other.

Some people's eyes even fell on Wang Jingmeng's hands and feet. They gloated and wanted to see if Wang Jingmeng's hands and feet were a little drifting.

However, they did not see such results.

"Feel sorry."

What surprised them was that Wang Jingmeng bowed to Guan Feiwei calmly and said.

Guan Fei's brows frowned slightly.

He looked at Wang Jingmeng incomprehensible and said, "What are you sorry?"

"It's getting dark, I need to see clearly before it gets dark." Wang Jingmeng said to him: "So I will defeat you as quickly as possible."

Guan Fei looked at Wang Jingmeng even more incomprehensible. He unconsciously thought, was the other party having eye disease and the sky was dimming, so he couldn't see clearly? It was just that the practitioners compared swords, both sides were equal, so they naturally could not be picky about the environment.

"If you can really defeat me quickly, what can I apologize for?" He responded unyieldingly: "Since you said that, I will defeat you as quickly as possible."

"Okay, please."

Wang Jingmeng drew out the sword, crossed the sword in his chest, and said in an extremely simple manner.

This posture is actually not the rule of Changling, but it is natural that when he does this, everyone thinks that this is the beginning of a fair sword comparison, which means that he is ready and Guan Fei can draw his sword at any time next.

Guan Fei frowned a little deeper.

He felt a little despised.

Because he was older than Wang Jingmeng, and he had been learning sword for many years than Wang Jingmeng. In his opinion, Wang Jingmeng was naturally a junior. Even if he competed fairly, he would not not attack, but waited for him to draw his sword.

"please!"

His eyes narrowed slightly and then he set out his sword.

He took the sword to attack.

It was not because he felt that he was not strong enough and wanted to seize the initiative in this way, but because he felt that Wang Jingmeng was too proud. He felt that through this sword competition, he could first teach Wang Jingmeng a little. The so-called etiquette and sense of ritual are not as important as the victory or defeat itself.

Because after a battle, everyone will care more about the outcome than the details.

No matter how beautiful a person's swordsmanship is, no matter how fair it seems to pursue in battle, he will not receive much praise after losing.

Everyone will only think that the winner is powerful.

A sneer.

The sword in his hand was deshewn out, and the sword body exceeded the limit that most people could capture in the sharp acceleration, so that it seemed to disappear suddenly in the eyes of many people.

The white sword light in their eyes seemed to turn into a white frost, instantly falling to Wang Jingmeng's eyebrows.

This sword is purely fast and sharp.

As long as it is fast enough, you will naturally be able to seize the initiative.

For Guan Fei, even if Wang Jingmeng could avoid this sword, his next sword force would be like a long river running continuously.

However, at this moment, his wrist hurt.

As the extreme shock and confusion spread through his pupils, the intense pain and the power that exploded on his wrist had already made the hand holding the sword lose consciousness.

His five fingers lost their strength, and the broken true energy turned into countless energy and exploded.

The sword in his hand was out of hand.

The white frost flew over Wang Jingmeng's head.

Because its strength does not continue and the speed no longer becomes terrible, this white frost quickly grows in the eyes of many people, revealing its true sword body.

It was not until this moment that a scream sounded like thunder.

Amid the exclamation, Wang Jingmeng had already withdrawn his sword.

Guan Fei's body trembled violently, and his eyes fell on his right wrist.

His wrists were swollen, and a lot of blood was flowing between his wrists and palms.

However, there was no sword creation on his wrist.

The blood comes from wounds with cracked skin.

"how so?"

His voice was like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, and it didn't seem very real when it fell into his ears.

The figures around him and all the lights and shadows made him feel that they were not very real.

"Fast is fast enough, but there are problems with the sword move itself, and the flaws are too big, and there are also problems with your sword technique. If you rush down the slope and hit this sword from a high place, it will be very fast. But you are about the same height as me. Your sword takes my eyebrows. From top to bottom, the moment your sword lifts up, my sword will be heading towards you." Wang Jingmeng looked at him and said.

The sudden thunderous screams had disappeared, but countless heavy breathing sounds followed. Those who thought that Wang Jingmeng could not have beaten Guan Fei were buzzing in their heads.

They couldn't believe that just one sword, just one sword, Guan Fei was defeated!

"Feel sorry."

Wang Jingmeng's voice sounded again.

Wang Jingmeng stopped looking at Guan Fei. His eyes fell on Qiu Guyu not far behind Guan Fei, and then said, "Now I should be able to challenge you?"

Before Qiu Guyu could answer, Mo Ying's breathing was suddenly stopped somewhere on the sidelines, and his mouth was filled with bitterness.

Only then did he finally truly understand the true meaning of the word "Sorry" Wang Jingmeng said to him.

It turned out that when comparing his sword with him, Wang Jingmeng should have been able to defeat him long ago. However, Wang Jingmeng wanted to see the boundless wind and rain in his Tianyi Pavilion, so he fought against him when he saw a move, which eventually led to him as a boundless wind and rain.

Qiu Guyu didn't reply.

No matter what he says at this time, it will make him unhappy.

In his opinion, although Wang Jingmeng seemed polite at this time, his words were very rude.

So he just moved his steps and walked forward. When he crossed Guan Fei, he patted Guan Fei and signaled him to retreat.
Chapter completed!