The man in black shirt let out an angry whistle.

Not because of pain, but because of shock and incomprehension.

He could not imagine that he could stab himself with one sword with his opponent's cultivation. He could not imagine that such a young man who had been practicing sword for a short time could actually exert the sword intent that made him feel heartbroken.

Even the heartbroken nine swords of Minshan Sword Sect seem to be less ruthless than this sword.

What kind of sword move is this?

But even if his heart was shocked and puzzled at this time, he could be sure that the other party had been severely injured, and even the sword in his hand had been lost, so it was impossible to catch any of his sword again.

He knew that he had only a moment of time left, so in the angry roar, he did not hesitate at all, and the true energy in his body gushed out of the sword.

Dozens of black sword lights surged out from his sword body, and even his fingers holding the sword were stretched out by this powerful energy. Even the hilt of sword energy was squeezed out from the hilt of the sword he was holding.

All the starlight that had originally gathered on him gathered on his sword as his true energy flowed, and his body and face instantly dimmed.

He was like he had completely burned his life and used this sword. The dozens of black sword lights gushed out from this sword were like the black Nether Dragon in hell that he exchanged with the Pluto in hell at the cost of his life.

Wang Jingmeng is retreating.

This was a powerful force he had never seen before. Any black sword light seemed to be enough to swallow him and Gongsun Qianxue behind him.

There is no sword in his hand.

But there was a small sword hanging on the side of Gongsun Qianxue's waist.

On weekdays, Gongsun Qianxue actually hates carrying a sword. At any time, she feels that these extra weights on her body are burdens.

Bumps and bumps, weight, and not enough to use.

But today, the illusion she created for anyone in her family was that she wanted to see what was different from Wang Jingmeng's talent and her own talent. Since she wanted to create the illusion of sword comparison to people, she had to carry a sword.

So she still brought a sword.

Among the many swords at home, she chose a very light and small sword.

What she was thinking was naturally just for convenience, but how could the hidden sword of the Gongsun family be an ordinary thing?

This small sword is called Tianshuang.

This is a very cold and powerful sword.

Wang Jingmeng retreated in front of her, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the small sword, and then pulled it out very smoothly and drew it out.

He knew that the other party was also very clear that the dozens of black sword lights like black dragons were not something he could deal with. The other party shone so many sword lights, but he just wanted to completely cover any retreat.

For him, he didn't need to kill the two sword lights that really threatened him and Gongsun Qianxue, but he just needed to win time as much as possible.

When he held the hilt of the sword in his hand and then drew his sword, Gongsun Qianxue's fingers had already fallen to the hilt of the small sword.

However, after all, she had never experienced a real battle formation, and her opponent was too strong for her, which made her feel unable to even struggle.

She was very scared, after all, she was just a young girl.

It was not until Wang Jingmeng blocked the sword that she ignited some courage in her heart and the thought of fighting.

But she is still slower than Wang Jingmeng.

So when her fingers fell, Wang Jingmeng's hand had already been handed out.

Her fingers just brushed the back of Wang Jingmeng's hand, and her fingertips just felt the warmth and extra firm power.

The originally black iron-colored sword was instantly covered with white ice flowers.

The coldness turned into white mist in front of Wang Jingmeng's sword tip. However, what flowed out from the sword was not any sharp smell, but a lot of sword energy that seemed soft and like half-melted white snow.

An extremely puzzled look surged in the eyes of the man in black.

In his opinion, Wang Jingmeng's sword certainly could not block any of his sword lights, but all he saw from Wang Jingmeng's face was confidence and peace.

The black sword light rushed to Wang Jingmeng's face.

Puff puff puff...

The moment he met the black sword light, the snow-like sword energy shattered directly, but the shattered white snow did not dissipate, but turned into countless tiny streams of water, swirling and winding around the black sword light.

The black sword light shattered countless such snowflakes in an instant, and thousands of such water flowed over and over again and again, constantly swaying on the black sword light.

The black sword light continued to move forward, but the resistance it faced became greater and greater. The closer it really approached Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue, it seemed to be getting slower and slower.

Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue are still retreating.

The sword light was only a few feet short of falling on the two of them.

The man in black-shirt stared at the black sword lights, and his body and pupils became darker and darker, as if he was about to be swallowed by the endless night.

"how so?"

"What kind of sword move is this?"

A sound of despair and despair sounded in his heart.

At this moment, two roars sounded in the sky.

It's like there are two giant mountains sliding.

Two terrible auras flew towards this courtyard.

"Why do people from Changyu family make things difficult for the younger generation?"

At this moment, a sigh sounded in this quiet courtyard.

The man in black shirt felt that someone was admitted to the hospital. He did not see the person who made a sound. For him, no matter who the person was, speaking in such a tone must have enough ability to kill him.

He took a deep breath almost greedily.

Because this may be his last breath in this world.

As he inhaled, he squeezed out the last bit of power in his body. The sword he held in his hand flew out and turned into a dark light, falling towards Wang Jingmeng and Gongsun Qianxue.

Wang Jingmeng coughed.

Blood kept pouring out from his lips and teeth.

He felt the last sword of this man, but he could no longer stop the sword.

He could only hope for this person who made the sound.

It was at this moment that he saw a gray sword light.

In the gray sword light, there are spots of spots, which remind people of the abdomen of the poisonous snake.

"Poisonous Belly Sword!"

He heard the desperate voice of a man in black clothes.

The gray sword light stopped the black sword with despair, which was his last perception.

When two forces hit him, the shock impact of the shock on him, his mood was slightly relaxed and his eyes began to blur.

He didn't force himself, he simply closed his eyes and fainted.
Chapter completed!