"He is asking Yu Xiuchun?"

A disciple of Xishan Sword Sect, who was tall and tied with a cloth strap, said in a cold voice.

Xishan Sword Sect was one of the four major sword sects in the Changling area a hundred years ago. Even today, many rising stars are clearly ahead of it. However, Xishan Sword Sect is still a first-class place for practice, and its foundation is incomparable to ordinary practice sects. The sword scriptures of Xishan Sword Sect, such as Xishan Sword Scholar, and many other sword scriptures are no longer secret and widely circulated. But the more so, the sword techniques of Xishan Sword Sect have become more and more powerful after the training of countless generations of sword masters. These widely circulated sword scriptures such as Xishan Sword Sect have become the most common sword score for the entry of Xishan Sword Sect. Those who can enter the hall and become the entry disciple of Xishan Sword Sect are naturally not ordinary people.

This disciple of Xishan Sword Sect who made a name for himself was Song Zhengyue. He ranked first in the introductory sword test of Xishan Sword Sect last year.

At this time, he saw the problem first.

"Yu Xiuchun is injured."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was still cold, "Wang Jingmeng didn't want to take advantage of him, so he did this."

"Is he crazy? When facing Yu Xiuchun, he actually thinks that this is fair?"

A disciple of Xishan Sword Sect wearing a yellow shirt couldn't help but say coldly.

Song Zhengyue took a deep breath, but his breathing became a little difficult.

"Since Yu Xiuchun agreed to compete with him, it means that he has made all preparations. Then he doesn't have to give in this way, because even if he doesn't give in, no one will feel that it is unfair."

He looked at Wang Jingmeng's figure and said slowly: "It's just like the words he said after defeating Qiu Guyu at the beginning, but this represents his attitude to tell Changling."

....

"Let's go."

At one of the alleys at the edge of the drying field, a young voice sounded from the carriage of a carriage.

"Don't watch it?"

The driver was slightly stunned. Even he thought the sword competition was amazing at this time, especially Wang Jingmeng's many sword moves that he had never thought that those sword moves could be used like that.

"Yu Xiuchun's natural resources are limited. After practicing for so many years, he is still at this level. His sword skills are just right, not seeking merit, but seeking no mistakes. There is no point in it. In addition, when he is injured, his qi is unstable and he has more flaws. As for Wang Jingmeng, although every sword is impeccable, it is enough to compare swords with one sword. How can there be so many tricks to deal with it?"

The young voice in the carriage rang softly again.

The driver of the carriage turned his horse's head reluctantly. Someone was secretly restraining him, but the carriage left without any obstacles.

The curtains were blown by the breeze and gently swung out.

The bright light shone on the face of the young man in the carriage. The young man's face was a little too fair. When he was shining with the sun, he looked a little transparent, and even the color of blood vessels appeared.

His clothes were dark black brocade, and the soft black brocade was embroidered with patterns of pine and cranes.

...

Yu Xiuchun's chest gradually became hot.

His eyes were filled with admiration.

He had already produced more than thirty swords in a row. He did his best to each sword, but he was broken by Wang Jingmeng.

He never thought that there was such a junior who competed with him in swords and did not need to give in to him, but instead used this method to make him.

Just like what the boy in the black brocade dress said in the carriage, he knew that the flow of qi in his body was getting worse and worse, and he could no longer defeat Wang Jingmeng.

Most of his life he spent teaching people to learn swords. He usually used his swords to try to let his students see the sword moves clearly and thus understand them.

His opponents also have their usual habits, which is indeed too conventional.

However, today, as he set out more swords, there seemed to be a completely different sword intent in his mind that was leaping into his mind.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe in words.

It was like he stood calmly on the top of the mountain, with countless flowing clouds flowing by, and his mood became more and more comfortable. He felt that there was a certain charm in the flowing clouds, but he couldn't explain it clearly for a moment.

But over time, this indescribable charm becomes clearer and clearer, turning into a bursting chest.

With a sneer, he naturally used the sword intent.

The middle door in front of him was wide open, and it seemed that all of them were flaws, but his sword was like a flying cloud passing by the cliff, light and agile, making it difficult to capture the shadows.

Almost at the same time, the wind was heard in front of Wang Jingmeng, and the sword in his hand shook sharply, bringing out countless sword shadows!

Smack sex...

Countless heavy blows sounded in front of him, like a heavy rain hitting the banana.

"What a move to go out of the sky, what a move to go to banana leaves at night."

Some people sincerely admire it.

Yu Xiuchun and Wang Jingmeng suddenly became shaped.

Both of them stepped a step away.

There was a scream of exclamation.

Because there is blood flowing in the corner of Yu Xiuchun's mouth.

However, in the next moment, Yu Xiuchun laughed loudly.

"Thank you!"

He bowed carefully to Wang Jingmeng and said, "Receive the teaching."

Wang Jingmeng looked at his smile, smiled slightly, and bowed seriously to return the gift.

Yu Xiuchun stopped talking and turned around and walked towards his carriage.

...

"Is this over?"

"Who wins and who loses?"

An uproar sounded.

Most of this voice comes from the ordinary people who do not understand practice, but are also the voices of the vast majority of Xishan Sword Sect disciples gathered at the window at this time.

"Senior Brother Song, what do they mean?" A disciple of Xishan Sword Sect couldn't help but turn his head and looked at Song Zhengyue and asked.

"Yu Xiuchun has been teaching people sword moves all his life. Today he said that he was the only one who taught people on weekdays, but today invisibly, Wang Jingmeng and him had some insights into comparing swords with him." Song Zhengyue's face looked a little ugly.

He also knew that his face looked ugly. In fact, he was not in a bad mood, but he was in a heavy mood at this time.

He took a deep breath again, tried his best to calm himself down, and said, "Wang Jingmeng is not just giving in to that way, the sword moves he used have no intention."

"Senior Brother Song, what do you mean is... Wang Jingmeng took advantage of the situation and made a breakthrough in the sword realm with Yu Xiuchun?" The faces of a group of disciples of Xishan Sword Sect changed drastically.

Song Zhengyue did not reply, and the Xishan Sword Master, who had previously repeatedly pointed out the names of two swords, did not speak out.

These disciples of Xishan Sword Sect could no longer speak.

There is no need to ask about the outcome of victory or defeat at this time.

...

"It's from Xishan Sword Sect."

Lin Zhuojiu reached Wang Jingmeng's side. At this time, he saw the young practitioners who kept walking out of the building, and couldn't help but whisper.

Yan Xinlan nodded.

"From the beginning to the end, you just used the last sword move from our Bashan Sword Field."

Lin Zhuojiu couldn't help but look at Wang Jingmeng and complained softly: "Can you use more sword moves from Bashan Sword Field? There are so many people from Xishan Sword Sect coming today. I'm really afraid that you will use Xishan Sword Sect's sword moves."

"oh?"

Wang Jingmeng was slightly stunned, suddenly smiled and said, "Is that right? Then which sect has the most people coming next time, I will use their sect's sword moves more."
Chapter completed!