Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 122 What’s even sadder is that I never fought

Class A Sword Searching Orders can usually only be obtained by rich men who have brought a lot of income to Qingming Sword Sect. Although Sword Sect disciples still look down on these people, they must not show it.

——The punishment for violating this sect rule is not light.

After all, Jian Zong is self-aware of this matter and knows that generating income for the sect is the most important thing, otherwise he would not have specially set up the position of Elder Yingbin.

Of course, the one in Fang Shaohong's hand was obtained by a certain mature and reliable Uncle Ao with his super technical skills and worldly sophistication...

Wu Wenjing's eyes twitched.

He was quite unhappy now. He was defeated again when facing Liu Zhao. The killing intent sword that he had worked so hard to cultivate was cracked. Now even the guys from outside the sect who came to the sword sect's treasure land dared to crush him! Wu Wenjing didn’t dare to think about what would happen in the future! !

Should I avoid her edge?

What a joke!

He's just a stinky foreign sect, he's a Gold Core monk. If I don't give you a blow today, I'll write the three characters "Wu Wenjing" backwards.

"Of course it works."

Wu Wenjing retracted his hand and said in his usual voice: "But... Your Excellency is also a sword cultivator, so you should know the significance of this sword discussion platform to the sword sect."

"Although this order is allowed, I feel uneasy about letting people who are not good at swordsmanship enter. Could you please show me your hands so that I can have an idea?"

After saying these words, Fang Shaohong's expression changed from wariness at the beginning to respect.

She was filled with emotion.

——As expected, Qingming Sword Sect is worthy of being the Sacred Land of Sword Cultivation. Although it seemed that the smell of copper was a little stronger and a little more exclusive before, the disciples under the sect are still the leaders among sword cultivators after all, and the place where swords are discussed is so important. .

Then I will never let down the determination of this Fellow Daoist!

"good!"

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, showing an approving smile. She pushed the sword grid with her thumb, and the sword was unsheathed!

"Heavenly Mirror Sect, Fang Shaohong, please give me Fellow Daoist advice."

She held the hilt of the sword firmly with her right hand, and held a sword flower in her hand. She moved her steps lightly, and her stance changed slightly. She was both offensive and defensive, and could not find any flaws.

Wu Wenjing stared at Fang Shaohong who had already taken a stance in front of him with wide eyes, and his mind could not turn around for a moment.

No, is it so easy to fall into the trap? Isn't it a bit too honest? And, fight here? No one from the authentic Sword Sect would be as anxious as you when fighting!

But that's fine... a quick fix.

He closed his eyes slightly and held the sword in front of him.

"Zheng——"

Wu Wenjing slowly pulled out the long sword. The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a sharp clang sound, and then suddenly drew an arc in his hand and completely left the scabbard.

The blade is cold and shining, the tip of the sword is pointed downwards, and the starting hand is like a hanging sword, which is the symbol of the strong attack method in the sword sect.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, the pupils in the slits were stained with blood, and he said: "Qingming Sword Sect, Wu Wenjing."

After saying this, there was no communication between the two, but neither of them took action immediately. They just concentrated on observing the opponent's weaknesses. The air seemed to become thick and sticky in an instant, making it difficult to breathe.

The wind howled.

The confrontation of momentum lasted for three breaths.

Wu Wenjing's mentality also changed greatly in these three breaths. He gradually changed from being casual at the beginning to being prepared. He already knew that this confrontation would not lead to any results.

Sword sect monks, against sword cultivators from other sects in the same realm or Independent Cultivator swordsmen, will absolutely crush them in most cases. Without waiting for the first round, they can find many possibilities in their opponents just by starting their stance. Exploited loopholes.

This is also the fundamental reason why they look at people through their nostrils.

But now, he couldn't find any flaws in the person opposite him.

This can only show that the swordsmanship of the person in front of him has reached the point where he is on par with him! Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the other party is stronger than him, much stronger, but Wu Wenjing will not believe it.

——This "possibility" is too impossible.

He thought so.

The next moment, Wu Wenjing's sword moved.

His figure brings out various afterimages. This unique visual effect seems to be inherent in his footwork. Even if there is no use of magic disguise, it still has a certain confusing effect.

An extremely fast blow!

The light of the sword blade instantly drew a semicircular trajectory on the path, telling its unparalleled strength. It slashed upward diagonally. Facing Fang Shaohong who also started with the sword hanging down, this was the most difficult direction to block!

"clang!"

Fang Shaohong's long sword came from behind and struck the blade horizontally, swinging the slash horizontally at the most dangerous angle, and the blade brushed the edge of her arm.

Then there was a violent attack as dense as a shower!

You must know that the battles between monks are not turn-based. Every spell has its own forward swing and spiritual power structure. This cannot be done all the time, and your opponent will never give you enough time to cast the spell.

Any opportunity to cast any spell must be fought for before you have the chance to use it.

A monk who is good at magic will never try to fight in close combat with a sword cultivator, even if the opponent's long-range attack method is not too weak - because in a close combat in the same realm, swords are always faster than magic!

The dense trembling sound was like an iron rain falling from the sky.

Both of them unanimously used the most aggressive and aggressive swordsmanship. Every moment of the game was extremely thrilling. The two sides were caught in such a fast pace that they had no other means except their own swordsmanship!

"Qiang——"

Finally, there was a brief pause in the iron rain. Wu Wenjing raised his sword and deflected Fang Shaohong's lightning-fast sword. During this short gap, he instantly activated Divine Ability, and several incarnations appeared at the same time, with different styles. The angle and movement of the sword thrust out.

Fang Shaohong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual energy around his body suddenly surged. The violent body-protecting sword energy instantly cleared a spherical vacuum area, and all the fake bodies it came into contact with instantly dissipated.

But Wu Wenjing's purpose was just to buy time for the next move.

——"Liu Zhao can take the killing sword, but what about you!"

A black sword energy cut through the spiritual mist where the fake body dissipated, revealing Wu Wenjing, who was wrapped in cold murderous intent, and the blood in his eyes became more and more intense.

The monstrous murderous intent and the sharp sword energy blend together, making it unstoppable!

Fang Shaohong's eyes were solemn, and a sword filled with maximum spiritual power suddenly slashed in front of him. The green sword body received huge force the moment it connected with the sword energy.

The cold and sticky murderous thoughts can make people lose control in a moment, but for some reason, it has no impact on Fang Shaohong.

Before the sword energy dissipated, Wu Wenjing, who was full of murderous intent, slashed at the intersection with his sword again!

Fang Shaohong's long sword instantly sank an inch.

During this moment of stalemate, Wu Wenjing gritted his teeth and shouted. "You can't beat me!"

In his sight, Fang Shaohong, the guy who put him under great pressure when they first met, overlapped with Liu Zhao's figure in his memory, almost making him murderous.

"..."

Fang Shaohong frowned and turned around to release his strength...

For the first time in this battle, Wu Wenjing felt that he had predicted this person's next move, so he raised his sword and stabbed!

Buzz——

The moment Fang Shaohong turned around, her steps did not pause at all. She moved half a step to the left very naturally and dexterously, like a prophet dodging Wu Wenjing's forward thrust. At the same time, her hand brushed the sword blade, just like when she fought with Wu You before... …

The sword moves swept across!

…

The long sword in Fang Shaohong's hand stopped at the opponent's neck. She looked at Wu Wenjing's self-doubt expression with some pity in her eyes and said calmly:

"You only want to win, I only want to fight."

——This is why you lost.

(End of chapter)