Among the fallen sword flowers all over the sky, Jiang Wang finally met Ning Shuangrong face to face.

Even though he was completely immersed in the world of swordsmanship, he had to admit that the smile in front of him was really beautiful.

A smile overflowed in her eyes, flowing on the corners of her lips and eyebrows.

She was sincerely happy to be an old friend she had never met before, and to be a close friend in the world of swordsmanship.

Of course you will feel the brightness in this smile, and of course you will be moved by this natural sword.

The gorge wind trembled in Ning Shuangrong's hair. At this moment, her flying green hair, fluttering clothes, and every detail seemed to be explaining the mystery of the sword.

And the Qiushui Sword is in this mysterious world of swordsmanship. Among countless possibilities, the beautiful peaks stand out and you can look to the west.

This way, you can go up to the west building alone!

The mountains in the world are as steep and dangerous as the human heart.

Regrets from many years ago are always hard to look back on.

Grief after many years always comes suddenly, flying out of the sky, unnoticed by others.

This sword was too dangerous, too strange, and too sudden.

Jiang Wang has fought countless battles and fought on many battlefields. From nameless bandits to powerful princes, he has faced countless opponents, but he has never seen a sword like this.

It was clearly within the scope of the gaze, but it escaped from the gaze.

It should be coming towards the throat, but its position is misaligned by a centimeter.

There are thirty-six vital points all over the body, but there is cold everywhere!

If I have to talk about it, this move is somewhat similar to Yi Shengfeng's sword that escapes from the senses.

But Yi Shengfeng's sword escaped the five senses, but Ning Shuangrong's sword seemed to be in the heart first. The sword had entered the heart and then appeared outside.

Both body and soul are harmed, and lovers are heartbroken!

When this sword thrust out, there was something like the death of the body and soul in the Seven Styles of Fighting. Ning Shuangrong's swordsmanship was truly unparalleled in the world.

Jiang Wang had immortality in his heart and his body was like glass, so he was not afraid of such a sword style. But at this moment, he stopped using his magical power and banned other methods, but he was suddenly in danger.

The sword flower has not withered yet, but the scars on his heart have begun to show, and all the vital points in his body are pointed by the sword's edge.

At such a moment, he swayed, raising his head like a dragon, and terrifying pressure filled the surroundings! The majestic sword power condensed into a peak that supported the sky. This was the sword of extreme power.

This tip-top-turning sword cut out of the top, but it didn't topple over.

Jiang Wang himself flew into the sky with his majestic sword, smashing a few scattered sword flowers, and reached a peak to hold up the sky, thus getting rid of the shadow of Ning Shuangrong's solo climb to the west tower.

Excellent response!

Unless you are a supreme fighting genius, you would not be able to respond with such a natural response.

Ning Shuangrong used the sword style for a long time, but it was in vain, but she was not frustrated. Instead, she felt pleasantly surprised, and a very beautiful inspiration was born from this.

It takes such an opponent that is hard to find in the world to collide with the brilliance of swordsmanship that is hard to find in the world.

One sword failed, and another was raised.

Silently, I went up to the west building alone and saw nothing.

The scenery is empty, and the heart is also empty.

Her cunning and strange sword was raised suddenly!

The tip of the sword is raised like an eaves.

Then the whole sword soared into the air like a spiritual snake.

People soar to the sky with their swords.

The power of the sword was raised like a sapling. Thousands of years of time suddenly passed, and for a while, a giant tree towered into the sky!

Ning Shuangrong's sword and Jiang Wang's sword soared into the sky at the same time.

But her sword does not appear majestic, but has a vague sadness that leaves people with nowhere to hide.

This style, Lonely Wutong!

Jiang Wang's pinnacle sword holds up the sky and the earth, while Ning Shuangrong's lonely phoenix tree is like a gangrene attached to the bone, following it like a shadow.

The sword force twists the sword force, the sword light hits the sword light, the sword edge chases the sword edge!

She and Jiang Wang fought over every definition of the sword.

Unless you have unparalleled confidence in the way of the sword, it would be impossible to develop such a sword style.

The men in blue and green robes were killed in one place, with sword light all over their bodies like a waterfall.

They fought higher and higher, and they almost rushed out of Wenjian Gorge.

The shadow of the sycamore trees shrouds the small courtyard, making people feel particularly lonely.

But what makes people lonely, was it the shadow of the sycamore tree, or was it the full moon on the west tower?

It’s what you want in your heart!

Ning Shuangrong's sword is like a suffocating net. It is silent and has no way out.

"People" cannot escape loneliness.

A lonely sycamore, in this specific situation, suppressed all possibilities of the herringbone sword.

Can't come, can't go, can't stop.

At this moment Jiang Wang felt constrained, even painful.

He used the killing style as his escape style, and he was like an antelope hanging his horns, with no trace to be found. But Ning Shuangrong's connection was a unique genius, indescribable. It made him rise to the top with his sword, but fell into the dust net.

His mind and body were indeed affected by this sword style, and he once again realized Ning Shuangrong's unique swordsmanship talent.

Countless techniques flash past in my mind, but it's just swordsmanship. How many possibilities are there?

Bang bang bang!

The heart beats violently.

Painful throbbing.

This is the moment of inspiration!

In that ancient star dome, there was a red seven-story small building with four corners and cornices, and a majestic seven-story purple building. At this time, they moved slightly at the same time.

In the distant starry world, a kind of resonance occurred.

Jiang Wang's heart suddenly stopped.

In Ning Shuangrong's vision, hearing, smell, and taste, that world-famous Sauvignon Blanc disappeared!

And at the same time.

She felt extreme fear, a kind of imminent crisis!

The sword of Lonely Wutong is like a curling cloud, and the shadow of the sword in the sky disappears in an instant.

She had to withdraw her sword and retreat first.

What Jiang Wang used at this moment was Yi Shengfeng's sword that escaped his senses!

His Greedy Wolf Star Tower and Pojun Star Tower have absorbed Yi Shengfeng's Tongyu Star Tower for their own use. However, it seems that they have no other effect except to strengthen the Star Tower itself.

Today may be an accident.

In his daily practice, he deepened his path and carved the star tower, and he was inspired by the battle with Ning Shuangrong just now.

This sword that Jiang Wang tried to imitate several times but failed to reappear in Wenjian Gorge!

Compared with Yi Shengfeng's original sword, this sword failed to eliminate the enemy's alertness. However, in the hands of Jiang Wang, who has become a god, it also jumped out of the enemy's spiritual consciousness. It is the real way to kill the enemy.

An unconscious sword strike.

It's hard to open my eyes in the long moonless night, and I don't know where life and death will come from!

The sword of autumn water rises again after passing by, rises and falls again.

Ning Shuangrong's figure fell rapidly. She couldn't see Jiang Wang's sword, but she knew that the sword was chasing her.

It has form and substance, but no trace.

At this moment, her eyes looked complicated and unspeakable.

Her Qiu Shui Sword also became very complicated.

Wearing green clothes, she floated in the air lightly, like a green leaf that should not fall. But her Autumn Water Sword seemed to have its own spiritual sense, flying around her.

But I saw the shadow of the sword, the sharp edge of the sword, and the brilliant light of the sword.

Her sword power, sword intention, and sword energy instantly weaved a huge cage, trapping everything in the world.

Happy meeting Qianqiu Suo!

Lock the bright moon and prevent the world from missing lovesickness.

Lock it up for eternity, so that there will be no sorrow of separation.
To be continued...