If we only look at the realm, Wuming may be slightly better than Song Yuan, the Tianya sword that Wang Hong encountered.

Song Yuan also needs to rely on the power of luck to enter the fourth level steadily. Wuming only needs three or five years to settle down, and he will almost become a powerful man in heaven and man.

However, a high level does not mean strong combat power. The masters of the Fengyun World not only have no magic resistance, but also lack spiritual protection methods.

Wuming met Wang Hong's own "Soul-Snatching Demon Sound" and the sea of ​​consciousness soon became riot.

If your mind is not calm, your hands will be unstable.

As Wang Hong's drum beats became more and more rapid, Wuming's fingers trembled slightly, the strings broke instantly, and the erhu sound stopped abruptly!

After the sound of the Erhu stopped, Wang Hong's drum sound also disappeared, and the entire Chinese Pavilion was silent.

Not long after, a sigh came from the backyard:

"Brother Dugu, I don't know how you found out my seclusion, but since you know that I pretended to die and escape, you should understand that Wuming is no longer interested in the battle for victory or defeat."

"And this little friend, although your drum sound is the sound of killing with golden swords and iron horses, its essence is purely a demonic idea. Even if you have a high level of cultivation, if you have been addicted to the devil's path for a long time, you will sooner or later find it difficult to extricate yourself."

Wuming's voice is gentle and kind, like a humble gentleman. Even though he lost to Wang Hong in the voice attack competition just now, he could still persuade the two of them calmly.

Before Wang Hong could refute, the Sword Saint refuted first:

"Wu Ming, are you kidding? You and I have been practicing martial arts and swords for decades. If we don't compete for victory or defeat, then what kind of swordsman is he?"

As the swordsman finished speaking, the curtain at the back of the lobby was lifted, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue and black robe and holding an erhu walked out.

The moment he saw Wuming, Wang Hong's pupils suddenly shrank.

The sword energy on the other party's body had been restrained to a point. If Wang Hong's mental power had not been able to illuminate the illusion, he would never have regarded him as a swordsman if he had not been familiar with Wuming.

‘The last time I looked at him from a distance, there was still a lot of sword energy left on my body. In less than four years, I completely restrained my energy and fit my body.’

‘If he continues to develop, he will definitely enter the heavenly beings within three years. Not to mention the gods, then, Irving will have a headache when he encounters him.’

At this time, Wang Hong looked at the handsome young man following Wuming and holding a sword in his arms, and couldn't help but curse: "What a special thing is a magic pit!"

As if he noticed the contempt in Wang Hong's eyes, Jian Chen shrank and looked at him for some reason.

Wuming also saw Wang Hong's eyes, but he mistakenly thought he was despising him, and said with a smile indifferently:

"I have passed the heroic sword to Jian Chen, so naturally there is no battle for the victory or defeat of the swordsman. Please come back."

The Sword Saint was about to reply, but Wang Hong held it down:

"Let's do this. Since the senior's sword has been passed to Jian Chen, it's better for the juniors to fight."

"If Jian Chen wins, we will turn around and leave, and give him a blood Bodhi to enhance his skills."

"If we win, please ask seniors to talk patiently. It is related to the safety of the Central Plains martial arts world, and we have to come."

If you want to convince a person like Wuming, you still have to grasp the style.

If it were just some personal disputes, grudges, and interests, he would not even be able to raise his eyes.

But if it involves the safety of the Central Plains martial arts world, as long as Wang Hong can fool him into believing, there is no need to threaten and induce him, Wuming will draw his sword and go forward.

Moreover, the Jian Chen competition has given Wuming a step, and he is likely to refuse in this case.

"As long as the little brother is not the one who comes out in person, I will naturally have no objection to the other two people who compete with the little disciple."

Wuming agreed after a moment of thought. Not to mention the safety of the Central Plains martial arts world, Jian Chen practiced swords all year round and basically never fought with other young warriors. It is a good thing to compete now.

Although Wang Hong wanted to beat Jianchen himself, it would be too damaging to be able to do so, so he said with a smile:

"Okay, then my cousin will take action. Senior Sword Saint has passed on her Holy Spirit Sword Technique. I believe Jian Chen will have inexplicable sword skills. Today, let them replace the two of them in battle!"

After hearing what Wang Hong said, Wuming and the Sword Saint both lit up.

The former doesn't want to take action at all, while the latter has almost no chance of winning if it is not a life-and-death battle.

Now that two young men use two sword techniques to fight, it is another battle between them.

Wuming and the Sword Saint had no objection, but Jian Chen felt that Wang Hong was insulting him.

Even though Aotian was standing next to him, he asked a girl to compete with him. How much did he look down on him?

"I'll ask that brother Huangfa to take action. I never hit a woman!" Jian Chen said with an unhappy look on his face.

But as a result, his words instantly angered Mingyue.

Who do you look down on me?

The three famous disciples of Xiongba, who were all famous in the world, were beaten up all over the ground by themselves. How could this guy with a look of disdain have the courage to speak like this?

The anger in Mingyue's eyes flashed, and then she walked towards the backyard with the unparalleled sword. When she passed by Jian Chen, she said coldly: "If you have the courage, come out to fight!"

Jian Chen originally wanted to say something, but Wuming waved his hand to stop him:

"Go, don't be careless. This girl is not simple, her internal strength is still above you."

Jian Chen was slightly stunned at first, then nodded and walked towards the backyard with Mingyue.

When everyone arrived in the yard, Jian Chen was still preparing to say a few scenes, but the unparalleled sword in Mingyue's hand had been unsheathed and whistled lightly.

After a sword ceremony, the sword light suddenly shone and was purely condensed. Thousands of sword moves merged into one. The starting style of the Holy Spirit sword technique "Sword One" was instantly used by Mingyue.

Compared with other innate warriors in Fengyun World, Mingyue, whose internal strength has completely liquefied, has not undergone a qualitative change, but its total quantity is several times that of warriors of the same level.

Her sword was simply and directly, and the attached sword energy was connected with the wind and thunder, stabbing at the opponent in a vast and powerful manner.

Regardless of whether Jian Chen's character is good or bad, he is an unknown disciple and a swordsman with a strong root.

Seeing this amazing sword, Jian Chen's original dissatisfaction disappeared immediately. The heroic sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed and turned into a silver rainbow, facing the Wushuang sword without avoiding or avoiding.

After more than twenty years, the Unparalleled Sword and the Hero Sword burst out again in the hands of two young swordsmen!

The two swords fought against each other, and the sharp sword energy swept across the four directions. The surrounding ground seemed to have been cut by an invisible giant blade, with deep sword marks.

Although the Sword Saint has been in seclusion for twenty years, the Holy Spirit’s sword technique has not changed much.

When Wuming taught Jian Chen over the years, he also taught him the means to crack the Holy Spirit sword technique. According to logic, Yue should be restrained.

But swordsmanship is one thing, but the person who performs swordsmanship is another.

Although Mingyue is majoring in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, she is deeply influenced by Wang Hong. Even the concept of swordsmanship is somewhat similar to Wang Hong's thinking pattern.

If you can get over it, don't play tricks!

One style of fighting sword, and finally use the ultimate move? Isn’t this a fool?

After the merger, even though Mingyue had a little advantage, she did not continue to waste time with Jian Chen.

She swayed, and four figures suddenly appeared beside Jian Chen. All of these four figures were as real as they were, surrounding Jian Chen, who was confused and confused.

Before the other party could determine the authenticity, Mingyue used the magical magic technique to use the clones formed by Mingyue to cast "Sword 19", "Sword 20", "Sword 21" and "Sword 22" respectively!

These four poses are all ruthless swords in the Holy Spirit Sword Technique. Jian Chen can't resist it when used at the same time.

Faced with such a desperate situation, he ignored anything else and directly used a unique skill taught by Wuming and specially restrained the Holy Spirit sword technique. The seventh style of the inexplicable sword technique - the name is unknown!

The heroic sword in his hand swept out and turned into a bright silver sword shadow, and then exploded in vain, bursting out thousands of sword lights, like the river of heaven rolling back, sweeping towards the surrounding four figures.

The inexplicable sword technique comes from the inexplicable sword technique of the great sword master of the Sword Sect. After Wuming's insight, he created ten inexplicable sword techniques, which is also the lifelong experience of a generation of martial arts myths.

At this moment, Jian Chen used his heroic sword to perform this style without any reputation, and he really had the charm of a Tianjian.

But the same thing is said, swordsmanship can break the swordsmanship, but swordsman may not be able to defeat the swordsman.

The figures of the four bright moons chuckled. The unparalleled swords in their hands echoed each other, forming a boundless sword net, which was virtual and real, real and fake, locking the dazzling sword light in Jian Chen's hand tightly!

Just as the hero sword was struggling with the sword net with all his might, a stalemate of the sword light suddenly lit up.

When Jian Chen was caught off guard, he broke through the silver sword light beside him and stabbed him hard at the right hand holding the sword.

Seeing that Jian Chen was about to lose and even his right hand was out of control, Wuming couldn't help but point out a sword energy, trying to open the sword tip of Wushuang Sword.

But how could Wang Hong allow Wuming to intervene?

A divine light flashed in his eyes, and the invisible and formless mental power instantly affected Wuming's sword energy.

Although the sword energy was not wiped out by Wang Hong, it had some deviations, and the angle was severely tilted downward. In the end, it did not hit the tip of Wushuang Sword, but instead shot the inner side of Jian Chen's thigh!

According to Wang Hong's wishes, a guy like Jian Chen should be beaten up.

But now he still expects Wuming to go to kill the dragon with him, so he naturally cannot really do anything.

So this sword energy just wiped through a certain part, and slowly fell down with rags and some unknown hair.

Mingyue's sword was still trying to concentrate, but she just wanted to teach Jian Chen a lesson, but she didn't intend to completely destroy him.

But the consequences of the nameless sword energy still stimulated her. After all, she was a girl in her twenties. The opponent who had just fought suddenly turned into a vulgar man with open crotch pants. It is estimated that most women would be frightened.

Before Jian Chen could recover from the shocking change of being attacked by his lower body, his right hand was cut off by the sharp Wushuang sword the next moment.

Accompanied by a scream, Jian Chen's right hand and the hero sword fell to the ground together, and the blood shot out burst out made the surroundings mess.

Wuming, who has been calm and composed, has a rare shock at this moment.

The blue and black figure disappeared from the spot and instantly appeared beside Jian Chen, clicking on his right arm.

After stopping the bleeding, Wuming slowly squatted down, picked up Jian Chen's right hand from the ground, looked at Wang Hong with a cold face, and asked in a deep voice: "Is this what you want?"

Before, I was concerned, but now Wuming thought about it and realized that Mingyue had no intention of taking ruthless actions just now.
To be continued...