The true meaning of endless wind and rain is to constantly accumulate momentum and accumulate strength, and the same is true for this endless fallen tree.

A huge buzzing sound was as if a huge bell was hammered by a giant wood.

The air in front of Qiu Guyu was spraying towards all sides, and even the soil in the cracks on the floor of the drying site was blown out.

The sword in his hand blocked the front, blocking the endless fallen wood, but the sword body kept shaking.

His mood fluctuated even more violently.

This sword not only has its shape, but also has the true power of boundless fallen wood.

A little sword light broke through the airflow that was rolling in front of him, with a cold smell, but it stabbed into his lower abdomen at an unimaginable speed.

Qiu Guyu took a deep breath.

Before the fresh air poured into his lungs, a sword energy flowed out from the sword that had already been shaking in his hand, falling down like a heavy stone.

"Heavenly Firefly!"

Someone drank the name of Wang Jingmeng's sword.

However, before his voice sounded, Qiu Guyu's sword had fallen.

Wang Jingmeng's sword light was already rolling towards Qiu Guyu's throat like a flowing cloud.

"Flowing clouds in the sky!"

"Stealing and flowing fire!"

"Nine Swords of Wind Chasing!"

“...”

There were constant screams of exclamation.

Wang Jingmeng used all the sword moves that blindly pursued speed. At first, many people could barely see clearly, but in a flash, even if so many people looked at each other, they could barely see four or five swords clearly among the ten swords, and they could call out the name of the sword move.

There were countless sword shadows around Qiu Guyu. However, when these screams kept ringing, except for the impact of energy, there was not even a sound of gold and iron clashing.

His sword chased Wang Jingmeng's sword, but he was always one step slower.

He was just forced to defend and could not meet the opponent's sword at all. Even if the true energy power was far greater than that of the opponent, it was always like fighting with the air, which was useless.

At this time, no one cared about the powerful children on the sidelines. These people spoke the most ill of harsh words to Wang Jingmeng before the sword competition began. But at this time, these powerful children looked pale as snow, and their lips were trembling and they could not speak at all.

They could no longer see Wang Jingmeng's sword drawing clearly, but they knew that in this short period of time, Wang Jingmeng had already produced countless swords, and many of them came from different sword scriptures.

Among the different sword scriptures, the fastest sword moves flowed out naturally in Wang Jingmeng's hands.

...

Qiu Guyu knew that he had lost the opportunity.

At the moment when the boundless fallen tree was formed incredibly, he had lost the opportunity.

It was not until this time that he truly understood that the other party really had the ability to defeat him.

All the contempt in his heart was gone.

If he regards the other party as his real opponent, he will not hold back and will never waste his time.

A roar in his body.

A large amount of true energy squeezed out from the meridians and rushed into the runes of the sword in his hand along his palms and fingers.

The extremely condensed true energy condensed into crystal droplets in the rune, and then flew to the heaven and earth around him as the sword body shook.

At this time, the sky was going to dark, but when these crystal droplets sprinkled out, everyone felt that the light in front of them became dimmer.

"Downy rain sprinkles the river sky!"

Many screams sounded at the same time, forming a tide.

Most practitioners present recognize this sword.

The boundless wind and rain are the strongest sword moves of Tianyi Pavilion, and the strongest sword moves in the Qiu Family Li Shui Sword Sutra is the dusk rain sprinkling in Jiangtian.

The cold wind stumbles.

A sense of coldness permeated the scene.

The drying yard under the afterglow of the sunset turned into a cold wind and rainy river in an instant.

There is a sword light flying in the water waves on the slippery stone ground, there is a sword light flying in the cold wind, and there is a sword light in the cold rain.

Countless sword energy spread around, and no one could escape it.

Wang Jingmeng stopped.

His brows also frowned deeply for the first time.

The wind and cold rain were flying, and a faint red line appeared on his skin on his face, and a faint red line also appeared on his skin on his hands.

These red lines seemed to penetrate deep into his flesh and blood in the next moment, turning into blooming wounds.

Just looking at the other person holding the sword in the wind and rain, he clearly felt that these cold winds and cold rains were not the true meaning of this sword.

He must catch the truly killing sword in order to truly defeat the opponent.

The sword in his hand raised up, with his eyebrows covering his eyes, covering the sword energy that fell to his fragile eyes first, and then in the moment of closing his eyes, his skin exposed outside his clothes felt a real sting. However, at the same time, he felt the strongest sword intent hidden in the cold wind and rain.

His sword was handed out.

A strange wind flowed out with the rotation of his sword body.

Many bleak water lines were swept by his sword wind, gathering like countless scales.

A stream of water that looked like a fish and a dragon formed around his sword, just like a huge sword sheath wrapped around the sword body, flying towards him.

A sword shadow appeared in front of the water flow.

As the water flow continued to wash away, the sword shadow became more and more real in the dim air.

An uncontrollable scream rang out again.

Everyone saw that the white little sword that had been in Qiu Guyu's hand had been flying in the air at some point. At this time, under the continuous erosion of the water flow and sword energy, the white little sword was moving slowly and almost still, like a pebble that was constantly washed by the water flow.

Some faint blood beads oozed out of Wang Jingmeng's face and skin.

But his face was still very calm.

The sword in his hand was still extremely stable.

Qiu Guyu did not move anymore.

His expression became extremely complicated when he looked at the white sword.

He slowly lowered his head.

The small white sword fell slightly and flew back to his hands.

"I lost."

The cold wind and rain completely disappeared, and his voice rang out.

The scene was silent.

Even the ordinary people who originally lived nearby did not make any noise.

Most of them have never seen a battle between practitioners. In their imagination, the battle between practitioners is just a sword rising and falling, chopping and killing. They did not expect that the battle between practitioners would be so mysterious and unspeakable.

Compared to them, all the practitioners present were even more shocked.

This is a result that they cannot imagine but absolutely cannot question.

In everyone's opinion, Qiu Guyu is a real senior to Wang Jingmeng. If such a sword is cracked, there is indeed no need to fight again.

"But I can't understand. You must force me to compete with you for swords, why?"

Qiu Guyu asked, looking at Wang Jingmeng who had his sword closed down and bowed slightly to him.

Wang Jing had a dream.

He wanted to answer this question.

But he knew that what he said today would soon spread throughout Changling.

This is equivalent to his first real appearance after entering the city, and it is equivalent to his first real voice.

So he had to think about what he was going to say.
Chapter completed!