Chapter 1029 Swordsmanship Contest

Jiang Chen, who won the victory, purposely ran up to Meng Lang to scold him, making people unable to react.

Meng Lang himself did the same. After a while, he smiled mockingly and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's really unpleasant to be taught a lesson by a child who is old-fashioned."

His voice was cold, and it could be heard that he was angry.

"Do you think that by defeating Li Piaoran, you can win against me? Naive!"

After saying a word, Meng Lang flew into the sky, the sword in his hand was as bright as frost and snow.

"Come on, let me tell you what true martial arts is."

"Martial arts are not just about strength."

He took a fierce and swift way, with the pride of a swordsman, and looked down on those who only knew how to use brute force.

Even knowing that Li Piaoran's boxing style pursues simplicity.

Li Piaoran stabilized her body in the air, still thinking about how she would lose. She was very unconvinced when she heard Meng Lang's words.

But she glanced at Jiang Chen, and took back the words that came to her lips.

If Meng Lang defeats Jiang Chen, it can be regarded as an indirect relief for her.

So she retreated back into the low air without making a sound.

"stand up!"

When he found Wang Xing kneeling on the ground, Li Piaoran said angrily.

Wang Xing glanced at Jiang Chen over there, seeing that his mind was not on this side, so he mustered up the courage to get up.

Jiang Chen really didn't care about him, he came to the sky again.

"Fight against two top players in a row?!"

The people in the city were still amazed by Jiang Chen's extraordinary state, and immediately saw that he was about to fight Meng Lang again, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Meng Lang and Li Piaoran have completely different styles, and their swordsmanship has reached extraordinary strength.

The artistic conception of profound meaning is tailor-made for one's own kendo.

The Profound Truth of Wind has reached the eighth level.

The fifth level of the Wind Sword Realm.

Not to mention the realm of his Seven Star Palace, lit up by the gathering of mysterious spiritual energy and mysterious air.

"Meng Lang ranks higher than Li Piaoran because of his superb swordsmanship."

"Facing Jiang Chen, who is at a lower level, he has a greater advantage."

People have witnessed Jiang Chen's terrifying combat power, but Meng Lang's strength is deeply rooted in the hearts of people in this continent.

Especially some analysis sounds reasonable.

"My sword will not be stained with blood and will not be sheathed. I hope you are ready."

As Meng Lang spoke, he aimed his sword at Jiang Chen.

At the moment it stopped, a wind vortex formed at the tip of the sword and quickly spread to the entire sky.

The whistling wind sounds like thousands of troops rushing past, and the overwhelming wind will destroy everything.

Before the war started, it was already a head start.

Meng Lang was like a prince in the wind, his face was pompous, and his eyes and eyebrows were full of show off.

Maybe it was because Jiang Chen would understand the gap when he was in his own sword power.

It's a pity that he is doomed to be disappointed, Jiang Chen is indifferent, even the strong wind can't shake him at all.

"If you understand the mystery, it won't be like this."

Meng Lang shook his head regretfully, thinking that Jiang Chen couldn't see through.

"Swordsman! It's not something a savage like you can understand!"

As he spoke, Meng Lang stabbed out with a sword, the sword glowed like a rainbow, plowing across the sky.

Jiang Chen punched out, domineering directly, destroying Jianmang.

Meng Lang, who knew Jiang Chen's infinite strength, didn't care, this sword was just a foreshadowing.

After pouring out his fist power, Meng Lang came to Jiang Chen's left side like a gust of wind.

The sword in his hand was spinning rapidly, and the sword light and sword glow overlapped, as if thousands of sword edges flew out at the same time.

Compared to Li Piaoran, Meng Lang was indeed more deadly.

Li Piaoran's Mysterious God Fist has infinite changes, but as long as it is strong enough, it can be head-to-head.

Meng Lang's sword was different. It was not a simple contest of strength, but skill.

The ruthless sword was approaching the vital point, and it was not said in advance that life and death were not discriminated too much, which made many people very nervous.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen's reaction was extremely fast, and he was able to swim through the web of death intertwined with swords with ease.

"See, this is the swordsman!"

Meng Lang was very proud, and kept mocking: "Under the sword's edge, you have no right to compete at all."

"Your sword is nothing more than that."

Who knew that Jiang Chen didn't realize this at all, and completely ignored him.

"Speak hard! Do you think you can avoid my sword? Have a taste of the sword!"

"Shadow of Sword Trace!"

To prove his sword, Meng Lang was obviously showing off his skills.

But I have to say, this sword is really amazing.

Bringing the swiftness of the swordsmanship to the fullest, has the essence of Jiang Chen's "Shana Sword Art".

The sword moves together, the human and the sword become one, and the transformed sword edge is everywhere, no trace can be found.

The onlookers were terrified when they saw it, let alone Jiang Chen who was in it.

Fan Tianyin was a little nervous, but at the same time had expectations.

As far as she knew, Jiang Chen was not just as simple as having great strength.

"Achieving extraordinary sword power, but still full of flaws."

Jiang Chen didn't turn on the unparalleled state like he did against his enemy Li Piaoran, but instead tightly grasped the hilt of his sword.

People seem to have noticed that there are two swords pinned to his waist.

It's just because of the previous outstanding performance that it is almost forgotten.

"Innocent!"

Meng Lang's voice sounded from all directions, and thousands of sword shadows hit like a storm.

Jiang Chen also pulled out the Tianque Sword and Chixiao Sword at the same time.

Without any hesitation, he directly entered the Wind Fire Sword Realm.

"Fenghuo Sword Wheel!"

The two swords drove the ultimate wind and fire, forming terrifying power in an instant.

The sword shadow has nowhere to hide under the sword wheel, and it can't hurt Jiang Chen at all.

Especially at the moment when the sword wheel showed its power for the last time, Meng Lang's sword force was torn apart abruptly.

The state of the unity of man and sword could not be maintained, and people soon saw him standing with a sword in his pale face.

Compared to the injury, he looked at Jiang Chen with a hellish look.

"Two kinds of Profound Martial Realms?!" He screamed involuntarily.

People were also reminded by him, and the noise went straight to the sky.

Li Piaoran, who had just been defeated, was even more speechless.

It turned out that those two swords were not decorations!

Jiang Chen also possessed unparalleled sword power.

"You are taking advantage of the opportunity! That move is not considered swordsmanship at all!" Meng Lang couldn't accept it and began to complain.

"So this is your style? Blame it after losing?" Jiang Chen laughed.

Everyone burst into laughter, meng lang's words were really ridiculous.

If martial arts pay attention to elegance and vulgarity, and go against practicality, that is treason.

What's more, it is impossible for most people to merge the two profound sword realms together.

"Hmph, that is your strongest sword, it may have the upper hand, but I will use a real sword to tell you what is unfathomable!"

Meng Lang still insisted on his point of view, as if everyone was intoxicated and I was alone.

"In that case, let's see if this is a real sword technique."

Jiang Chen sneered, talented people are not afraid of Meng Lang's remarks.

He waved his two swords aesthetically a few times, silently running the "Sword Manual".

From Sword One to Sword Eight, the two Taoist swords are used separately. It is the eight-style sword moves with infinite fortune, which shines brilliantly under the single-minded and double-use.

Countless people were dumbfounded.

The Sword Sutra is a supreme treasure.

In the hands of one person, the interpretation of the two Dao swords is so perfect.

When used against enemies, people can only pity their opponents.