Thin mist slowly passed through the gaps in the woods, and the sunlight illuminated the branches golden.

"You're not Xiaomeng. He doesn't have as good an arm strength as you. He also doesn't know there's a cliff here and doesn't even have a rope."

Yingmeng's fingertips were clenched tightly on the rock wall. She didn't want to go up the mountain. There was no way and she had to climb a cliff with bare hands?!

"If you want to see me come up quickly, then shut up. It's not as easy as you think, so please stay quiet, I really need to concentrate."

Yingmeng saw that he was quiet, and began to look for the uneven places on the cliff seriously. If he accidentally fell, he would be on a cliff of ten thousand feet. Why didn't Han Xi remind himself?

"Do you need help?" After a while, Ziyuan poked his head out from the top of the cliff again. "I promise I won't kill you before you reach the top of the mountain."

Yingmeng sneered in his heart. When he found out that he was not Xiaomeng, he planned to kill himself. The people here are relatively simple, but that does not mean they are stupid. What was originally a simple swordsmanship competition has now turned into a life and death situation.

There is no cultivation here. If the other party cuts the rope after she grabs it and tells others that she slipped and fell off the cliff, no one will believe her. She cannot trust his character.

Yingmeng's hands were firmly grasping the cliff. "That's nice to say. It's very comforting. But it's such a pity. I think you still have to wait patiently."

Zi Yuan murmured, and turned to return to the top of the cliff, but suddenly thought of something, and stuck his head out again. "If I guarantee it in the name of a swordsman, you will always believe me."

The sound of falling stones came from below. Yingmeng grabbed a piece of loose stone tightly, her figure was a little unstable, and she was holding on to the stone wall with her right hand, which seemed a little difficult. "It's useless, I have seen too many swordsmen."

"Then is there any way I can make you trust me?"

"No." Yingmeng quickly regained his composure and took a deep breath. "I can't think of anything."

"I swear on the soul of my ancestor Zi Mo Da that you will stand on the top of the mountain alive."

The movement of Ying Meng's hand paused slightly. The descendant of the Sword Master. She raised her head and met Zi Yuan's eyes, and she saw faith, worship, and fanaticism in them.

Of course she has heard of the name of the Sword Master. Even though there are various sword techniques today, she has never heard of one that can surpass the fundamental principle he said. It is the belief of all those who practice swordsmanship. She believes in faith, and in the name of the Sword Master, she

I'm willing to take a gamble.

Yingmeng looked at the seriousness on Ziyuan's face and looked a little serious. "Throw the rope to me."

"Thank you." Yingmeng climbed up to the top of the mountain panting, her tone a little more respectful.

Zi Yuan stopped Ying Meng from drawing the sword and gave her a calm look. "I won't take advantage of others' danger. I'll wait until you are ready."

"Once again, thank you." Yingmeng did not refuse, leaning on a stone casually and starting to adjust her breathing. Her physical fitness had declined a lot. Fortunately, she had trained in the desert for a while, otherwise she might not have been able to climb that far.

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Zi Yuan sat opposite her. The two of them kept a safe distance.

Yingmeng glanced at Ziyuan, and her view of him had changed somewhat. Every sword has a different meaning to the user. She originally wanted to borrow a sword from him, but now she changed her mind. Sword Master

As his descendant, she will use all her strength. She can use her own bone sword to fight him in her own name, as a tribute to a swordsman.

"You know? When I saw you for the first time, I suspected that you were a swordsman." Ziyuan looked at her calmly, with some seriousness and excitement in his eyes. "You are good at hiding, you should be a master.

.I’m looking forward to playing against you.”

"I was once a swordsman." A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Ying Meng's mouth, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. The gentleman's sword, the only thing that man gave to her, no longer belongs to her. "Do you know? I

The person I admired most when I was a child was the Sword Master. He was born in a deep forest and grew up in a deserted wilderness. He never set foot in the mortal world, but he left his name in the world and was admired by the world. It is an honor for me to meet his descendants now.

I hope your strength will not disappoint me."

Ying Meng stood up and stood in the middle. "The name of this sword is Duan Chen, and it is made from my hand bones. As for who forged it, I don't know yet, but I will know in the future. Ying Meng slapped his left hand on his arm.

Suddenly, a bone sword appeared in his hand.

"So you are ready." Ziyuan chuckled, holding the sword in his left hand. He did not ask why the sword forged in the future appeared in Yingmeng's hand at this time. How many secret realms are there in this world? The time flow rate of each secret realm.

They are all different. It is not difficult to get something from the future. "Hundred Blade Lord, the sword accessory of the young master of the Zi family. It is one of the three swords forged by the sword master."

Ying Meng's eyes were a little more serious, her brain was running rapidly, and the information about the sword quickly appeared in front of her eyes. The three blades were spirally twisted and gathered at the top to form a triangle. The sword shape is beautiful, light and easy to carry. This sword is suitable for

It can be used to tease, block, cut, stab, and stir. However, due to the thin blade and shape of the sword, the results of cutting and splitting will not be ideal.

It is a good sword, but not suitable for novices. Yingmeng has a new assessment of his strength.

"You seem to be a nice person. I hate the idea of ​​killing you." Zi Yuan said seriously.

A calm smile appeared on the corner of Yingmeng's mouth, and the aura around her body settled down. It was as calm and elegant as the breeze and the bright moon, with a bit more freedom and ease. "You look like a swordsman genius, and I hate it to death."

Ziyuan raised his sword with his left hand and opened his right hand in a salute. "Let's begin."

Ziyuan slowly stood up straight, and a majestic fighting spirit burst out of his body.

The majestic fighting spirit was overwhelming towards Ying Meng. At this moment, the person standing in front of her was no longer the pampered young master from aristocratic family, but a real swordsman.

A smile appeared on Ying Meng's lips: "That's interesting."

The two of them looked at each other deeply and used their killing moves in unison. The surrounding leaves were rolled up by the sword energy, and silver light suddenly appeared, as powerful as a flying dragon, like ripples on water, and like sparkling trees and silver flowers.

When Zi Yuan saw it, he stabbed Ying Meng in the neck, and the sword energy split the air. Ying Meng leaned back slightly to avoid the sword.

The two stopped their hands at the same time, started to move, and slowly changed their positions.

Ziyuan advanced from the side, and Yingmeng retreated in the other direction. Just like the two sides of Tai Chi, they formed a circle and moved slowly.

The two distanced themselves. There was no movement for a moment, and Zi Yuan moved his sword forward as a test. Ying Meng swung his sword to open it, and at the same time, he moved his sword across, aiming at Zi Yuan's life gate.

Ziyuan's knees were slightly bent, he leaned back, ducked, and slowly stood up straight. The test was about to end.

A smile appeared on Ziyuan's face, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes. The peers finally met their opponents.

He thrust his sword forward, and Ying Meng raised his sword to block.

The two of them were going back and forth, and the speed gradually increased.

Ying Meng turned from defense to attack, stabbing Zi Yuan, and Zi Yuan responded and stepped in. Ying Meng raised his sword and slashed, and Zi Yuan flew up the tree.

Yingmeng followed closely and fought Ziyuan on the treetop. After defending for three moves, he counterattacked with one move.

Ziyuan blocked it and took two steps back.

The two paused for a while.

Immediately they looked at each other and smiled, and then the two of them were as agile as rabbits, chasing shadows and shadows, going back and forth, unable to catch an eye.

No one uses the power of Tao, but only compares simple swordsmanship, sword intention, and penetration of Tao.

The two swords made a jingling sound and crossed together to form a melodious piece of music. It made people forget that the opponent was an enemy he was dueling with, but instead seemed like a friend playing together. Sometimes it was like the breeze blowing, sometimes like the surging water,
Chapter completed!