The giant aura finger fell. Jianmeng's reaction was half a beat slower because the sword's heart was covered in dust. She ducked sideways, and the giant finger still brushed her shoulder. With a bang, Jianmeng snorted. , the clothes on his arms were torn, and his body fell towards the ground.
Jianmeng had no time to care about her own strength. She bit the tip of her tongue to prevent the black mist from covering the sword's heart.
Lu Xuanlou's figure appeared again, and he punched out. Jian Meng spurted blood from his mouth and dug the tip of his sword into the soil. He tried to stabilize his body, but he still slipped dozens of feet.
The sound of sword clanging can be heard all the time, like weeping or complaining, with lingering sound.
A long sword appeared in Lu Xuanlou's hand, and he waved it randomly in the void, saying to himself, "Is this the essence of your sword cultivator's sword intention?"
Jianmeng's thoughts Trembling, Lu Xuanlou's moves had no rules at all, but the kendo and sword intent displayed were indistinguishable, and even had the charm of the First Sword Sutra.
Then she felt a fire ignite in her heart.
She leaned down and looked down, and found that wherever there was rain under her feet, there were actually blazing purple flames.
Lu Xuanlou looked at Jianmeng with a half-smile, and said, "Before I die, I will let you see a real sword to see how much you can understand."
Lu Xuanlou swung his sword and crossed in front of him from left to right. The tip of the sword seemed to be twisted and spattered by electricity, entangled into a straight and white line.
"Go"
Lu Xuanlou uttered one word, flipped his wrist, and then the virtual sword slashed out and flew down into the air.
Jian Meng was horrified. The virtual sword came through the air. It seemed to be so fast that it could chop everything, but also so slow that she could clearly see the changes in the texture of every wave during the process. She couldn't help but watch. When he picked up the sword, a sword actually sprouted in his heart.
The sword came from her consciousness, like someone holding a sword, and wanted to completely destroy her sword heart from the inside out.
This was a kind of strong fear and absurdity. Jian Meng couldn't even tell whether the sword was struck by Lu Xuanlou or whether she drew the sword and struck at herself.
The sword light was approaching, but Jian Meng's body was stiff and it was difficult to move. Lu Xuanlou stopped looking at him and turned around and walked towards Gong Shujun.
"That's not my sword"
Jian Meng's voice sounded, and then Lu Xuanlou was surprised and looked back.
The sword light was only close at hand, but Jian Meng raised her sword at some point and blocked the sword light. Her sword clothes were cut all over, and blood seeped out during the process, but Jian Meng's face was extremely calm.
In the moment of life and death, Jianmeng's thoughts became empty, and he clearly realized that it was not his sword, not even Lu Xuanlou's sword, but someone else's sword, but it took Lu Xuanlou's hand. Just cut it out.
"That's not your sword, so you shouldn't draw it," Jian Meng said.
"I have made a mistake."
Killing swordsmanship, this is the swordsmanship of the swordsman Lu Sansheng. Under the influence of his eyes and ears, Lu Xuanlou also learned two or three points of the true meaning. .
The killing swordsmanship is simple and clear, completely different from the swordsmanship of the First Sword Sect, so when Lu Xuanlou kills people with the killing swordsmanship, Jian Meng only thinks that someone is asking about the sword.
The battle of swordsmanship is huge. As a swordsman, Jian Meng takes the sword as a matter of course.
That sword did not kill Jian Meng, but Jian Meng took this as an opportunity to cut through the black fog in his heart, wipe away the dust on the sword's heart, and enter an ethereal and mysterious realm. .
Lu Xuanlou looked at Jianmeng, he had never admired such a woman before.
If it weren't for the different ways, Lu Xuanlou would even want to have a fight with Jianmeng. If it weren't for the conflict between the enemy and ourselves, Lu Xuanlou would even want to leave and end this fight.
"Please take a look at my sword." Jian Meng suddenly opened her eyes, and she pointed like a sword in front of her, moving from left to right, doing the opposite, but in some sense... same.
"Killing swordsmanship, interesting"
Lu Xuanlou frowned slightly, and then relaxed. Murdering swordsmanship seemed simple, but if there was no killing intention and intention, it would be Dong Shi is imitating.
When the sword light rises, there is a vast whiteness all around, and the line between Jianmeng's fingers is like a wave pushing forward.
Lu Xuanlou's body floated backwards. He extended his fists, lightly when punching and heavy when falling. However, the sword was too precise, and every punch of his was struck by a sword. Chop.
Lu Xuanlou is a martial artist, wielding a sword, but it is difficult to see his true meaning; Jianmeng is a sword cultivator, referring to the sword by himself, even if he lacks a little murderous intention, his appearance and spirit are still the same. , Lu Xuanlou even felt that the person who drew the sword was not Jian Meng, but Lu Sansheng.
The crisp and breaking sound kept coming to mind, and Lu Xuanlou retreated again and again.
Jian Meng stood up unsteadily. Her sword clothes were torn and half stained with blood, but the curve of her cheeks was exceptionally soft.
The strength of swordsmanship lies in striving for excellence, but Jianmeng does not think so.
The so-called powerful does not mean that it is static, but that it is colorful.
It is powerful to reach the pinnacle of one thing, and it is also powerful to embrace all rivers and connect with hundreds of ways.
In the world of Jiuzhou, almost all sword cultivators would choose the first type of strength, but Jian Meng chose the second type of strength.
For more than ten years of practicing swordsmanship, Jianmeng has seen thousands of swordsmanship, and has taken these swordsmanship as his own. As for now, when someone draws a sword, Jianmeng has the opportunity to find out the root cause and master a certain swordsmanship. Men Kendao.
If Lu Sansheng had used the sword, Jian Meng might not have been able to master the killing sword technique overnight. However, Lu Xuanlou’s swordsmanship was shallow, and Jian Meng could easily understand the essence of the killing sword technique.
Jianmeng also felt a little regretful. Lu Xuanlou’s swordsmanship was shallow, and her understanding of the murderous swordsmanship was naturally half-baked.
The killing swordsmanship is extraordinary. The master of swordsmanship is Lu Sansheng. Jianmeng writes down this name, and one day he will definitely ask Jian about this person.
Jian Meng’s sword was so powerful that despite Lu Xuanlou’s repeated movements, the sword finally fell on him.
Pitter patter, the heavy rain fell to the ground again.
Lu Xuanlou put his hands together and clampedThe edge of that sword, under the terrifying thrust, still moved backwards, crushing pieces of soil.
At this moment, Jian Meng’s eyes were brighter than ever before. She let out a gentle whistle, and it was a sword whistle that fell in Lu Xuanlou’s ears.
Lu Xuanlou was finally moved
The rainwater and grass clippings were all stained with the faint sword intention at this moment, and the skin felt like a knife cutting.
"Sword Dance"
Lu Xuanlou's voice was slightly hoarse, and he was obviously suffering a lot of pain.
Song Liancheng is known as the Sword Master of the Eastern Wasteland. The reason is because of this sword dance, and Jian Meng has obtained its essence. This is also Jian Meng's final trump card.
Jianmeng said nothing, and his goose-yellow sword clothes danced like a butterfly in the heavy rain.
Under her consciousness, everything in the world seemed to have turned into swords, as if they were dancing with the sword dream.
The sword hovering beside Jian Meng came through the air, carrying the general trend of the world, and the pain as if thousands of swords were added to his body swept over.
Lu Xuanlou slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, flew his hands, and formed a complex mark.
A dragon roar resounded across the sky, and the mighty dragon fell from the sky. The sword that Jian Meng brought to the world suddenly stopped.
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