Zi Yuan swung his sword towards Ying Meng's head, with the slightest aura of death. Ying Meng slightly bent his knees to avoid it, but the hosta on his head instantly turned into powder under the sword energy, and three thousand blue silk threads flew in the air along with his robes.

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"Weika Defense." Zi Yuan pointed out Ying Meng's move.

"I think it's very appropriate." Yingmeng said calmly. "Considering that our battlefield is the treetops."

Yingmeng took a few steps back to reach the top of the tree. Ziyuan quickly followed up and fended off Yingmeng's attack. "Then you must have predicted that I would attack with Hande's sword technique."

"This is the most natural reaction." Ying Meng curled her lips, gracefully. "However, I think your own three-sword technique is more suitable for the current situation. What do you think?"

Yingmeng turned sideways slightly and fell under the tree.

"Good decision." The excitement in Zi Yuan's eyes became more and more obvious. This person's understanding and understanding of swordsmanship are definitely not inferior to his. "Unless your opponent doesn't know how to counterattack."

Zi Yuan flew up, landed in front of her, and struck Ying Meng with his sword.

Ying Meng turned aside and licked the corner of his mouth, with enthusiasm flashing in his eyes. "It's a pity, I have learned from it."

The two of them were going back and forth, getting faster and faster.

Yingmeng stabbed Ziyuan, forcing Ziyuan to a disadvantage, and used a sword in his upper hand. Ziyuan raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly it was just a feint, and the opponent's target was his legs.

With one move missing, Yingmeng took advantage of it. Yingmeng had the advantage. The swords came at him like raindrops. Ziyuan blocked it with left and right, looking a little embarrassed. "I admit that your strength is better than mine."

Ying Meng pressed forward step by step. "Then why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing because I know something you don't know." Ziyuan was slowly forced toward the cliff.

"Oh, what is that?"

Seeing that Zi Yuan was about to retreat to the edge of the cliff in the next step, he smiled even more happily, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. "My dominant hand is not my left hand."

As he spoke, he turned his sword to his right hand, deflected Ying Meng's fatal blow with one sword, and then started attacking with his backhand.

Yingmeng took a few steps back and was quickly forced back into the middle. She defended herself while flying like a treetop.

The opponent's three swords were approaching, and Yingmeng was a little unable to cope with it. His feet panicked and he stumbled unexpectedly. The advantage turned into a disadvantage.

Yingmeng jumped up quickly, walking higher and higher. "You are really amazing." There was no fear in her tone, only appreciation.

Soon, Ziyuan forced her to the top of the tree.

A sword struck, and Yingmeng blocked it with his backhand, but was pinned to the branch.

The opponent slowly exerts force, and the branches will crack. If he falls, he will definitely die.

There was some confusion in Yingmeng's aura. "There is something I want to tell you."

"Oh, what is it?" Ziyuan's hand suddenly tightened, and his intuition told him that this was not a good thing.

Ying Meng smiled sweetly. "It's not my left hand that I'm good at."

After saying that, he pushed Ziyuan away. Ziyuan took a few steps back before standing firm.

Ying Meng changed hands as she threw the sword. The sword hit Zi Yuan's lower body. Her movements became much more flexible and her speed became much faster.

Within three moves, the sword in Ziyuan's hand was knocked away from the tree. Ziyuan turned around and jumped under the tree, his expression a little more panicked.

Yingmeng landed in front of him gracefully.

"Who are you?" Zi Yuan's eyes were full of shock.

Yingmeng smiled lightly and said: "Nobody."

Ziyuan's eyes were full of appreciation, and the corner of his mouth curved.

Ying Meng showed an elegant smile, her temperament was a little more gentle, and her forehead was slightly raised. "You have to get used to the feeling of surprise."

Zi Yuan's smile faded slightly and he stabbed him with a sword. Ying Meng opened his sword.

The two of them started fighting again, going back and forth.

Suddenly there was a flaw in Ying Meng, and Zi Yuan would not let it go. Just when he blocked the sword and pressed it down, Ying Meng suddenly let go and used his strength to stab him in the leg.

He turned around and jumped up to avoid the attack.

Yingmeng picked up the sword that fell on the ground and moved quickly.

At that moment, Ziyuan suddenly understood the definition of Bu Xing Qi and being in tune with the gods. This man's understanding of his ancestor's swordsmanship was above him.

A flash of astonishment flashed in Ziyuan's eyes, and he was distracted for a moment, and he was at a disadvantage again.

This time Yingmeng won't give him a chance to fight back, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Ziyuan's moves were a little confusing, with a hacking look to them.

Suddenly Ziyuan felt a chill on his cheek, and the opponent's sword had been pressed against his face at some point.

He quickly withdrew, and unconsciously moved his hand up to touch it. In just that moment, the other party knocked the sword out of his hand.

The tip of the sword was pointed at his neck, and he lost.

Yingmeng's sword was placed on his neck.

It is said that there are thousands of people in the world who are not afraid of death, but when death comes, how many people run away.

Ziyuan knew that he had lost, and he had lost in the art of swordsmanship that he was most proud of. He would not beg for mercy, which was the pride of being a swordsman.

It is also a blessing to die in the middle of asking. He slowly opened his hands and opened his arms, as if he was ready to be slaughtered by you. "Give me a good time."

Yingmeng stabbed him at the sight. There were no fancy tricks or brilliant moves. With a simple sword move, Ziyuan saw thousands of troops and thousands of soldiers.

He closed his eyes and looked calm.

Ying Meng's sword stopped between his eyebrows, and the breath of death suddenly stopped in front of him. It was really unusual. The person here was another one who didn't show any signs of death in the face of death.

The blinking guy.

Yingmeng slowly sheathed her sword. "Please allow me to express my high respect to you. I don't mean to humiliate you. It's just that you are just like me. If you can persist, there is no need for us to fight. You are

A worthy opponent. I look forward to competing with you again in the future."

Ziyuan tidied up his appearance and slowly picked up his sword. "You should know..."

"Han Xi is better than you at this point." Ying Meng interrupted him. "Since you can see that I am not Xiaomeng, can those who love Xiaomeng deeply not be able to see that?"

Ziyuan's movements paused slightly, and he understood. Suddenly, he felt that his behavior was a bit ridiculous.

He lowered his head slightly. "I lost."

Yingmeng knew that he had given up. The love between children was important, but it was not as important as swordsmanship in his heart.

"You have very good qualifications." Yingmeng smiled and patted his shoulder. "But there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world. If you have this opportunity and freedom, and you actually like it, then go and cultivate immortality. Don't waste your life anymore.

You are in love that you can't pursue. You are a good swordsman, but you are definitely not Han Xi's lover."

Ziyuan nodded. At the moment of life and death, what he thought of was not Han Xi's face, but his own swordsmanship. He did not love her as much as he thought. He was only interested in her that he could not pursue.

, just like the clouds on the other side. He should not waste his time, nor should he waste her feelings.

He realized that what Ying Meng said was right. He slowly put down the sword in his hand and bowed to Ying Meng. "May I ask where your last move came from?"

Ying Meng raised her hand and showed a gentle and elegant smile. "My own summary."

Seeing Zi Yuan's surprised expression, Ying Meng smiled back.

"I'm curious why I can sum up my own way at a young age? Because I didn't follow other people's ways in the beginning. Other people's ways are ultimately other people's ways. No one can surpass the sword master's tricks, but it may not be suitable.

The strength of your moves is important, but if you don't use the moves well, you won't be able to unleash their full power."

Ziyuan suddenly said: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years since I was five years old." The implication is that it doesn't matter whether he is suitable or not, he has been practicing for so many years.

"Do you know the supreme swordsmanship?"

"There are thousands of swordsmanships in the world, each with its own merits. How can one be supreme?"

"My way is that all things are originally one and can be understood internally. The same is true for the way of swordsmanship. When people and swords become one, the gentle wind and rain can be used as swords. This is the way of the supreme sword."

Ying Meng glanced at him calmly. He is a smart man. Although his personality is not flattering, he believes that he will improve in the future.

These words were spoken lightly, dissipating in the morning air with the cold wind, but they clearly lingered in Ziyuan's mind.
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