Duh!

The flying needle sprayed out of Yu Shan's mouth shot on a pillar not far behind Wang Jingmeng, and the flying needle was deeply penetrated into the wooden pillar.

Blood kept flowing out from Yu Shan's eyes.

Half of his face was covered in blood.

The sticky blood continued to flow down his neck, but Yu Shan's body remained as motionless as it was absolutely still.

"Why?"

He looked at Wang Jingmeng with his intact right eye, and suddenly broke the static.

The moment he made a sound, his intact right eye was suddenly filled with countless blood lines, as if the eye was about to burst open at the next moment.

Lin Zhuojiu's body was slightly tightened.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Yu Shan, his whole body was like a leopard that was about to exert force at any time.

In his past practice, he had encountered many practitioners like Yu Shan. In his experience, as long as this assassin has a breath, it will always be dangerous.

And the more their lives are about to end, they will often use their last resort.

According to the results of the battle, Wang Jingmeng had already won a great victory, but this was not a sword comparison, but a murder. He was worried that Wang Jingmeng would relax at this time and would lose his life instead.

However, the last killer move he was worried about did not appear.

Wang Jingmeng just looked at Yu Shan calmly. The sword in his hand had already returned to the sheath, but even though he was just standing quietly in the wooden basin, even if the water oozed out from the canopy and covered his feet, the posture he gave was impeccable at this time.

Everyone thinks that if a powerful killer move appears, his sword will definitely appear in the most suitable place.

Everyone takes it for granted.

It was just because of the battle just now that Wang Jingmeng had already given them all such confidence.

"What's the reason?" Wang Jingmeng looked at Yu Shan and asked.

"In theory, you don't know me." Yu Shan's intact right eye finally cracked open, blood and the broken liquid of his pupils mixed together, covering the other half of his face. He smiled fiercely, "In theory, no Changling practitioner knows me, so why can you accurately calculate every hit of my attack? Why do you seem to be extremely familiar with me, and seem to be able to predict every hit of my attack."

Wang Jingmeng looked at the man's bleeding eyes and confirmed that his sword had caused him fatal enough damage, but

Listening to the other party's words, he also knew that the other party had sent the most sinister blow before he died.

When he and Bashan Sword Field really entered Changling, it was because of a conspiracy that he and the people in Bashan Sword Field wanted to use the sword in their hands to make the people in Changling feel that it is glorious and shameful, so that everyone in Changling and even the Qin Dynasty would be proud of their bravery, pride in their pursuit of justice and fairness, shame in conspiracy, and shame in retreating with cowardice.

The other party's words that the other party forced himself to die were invisibly accusing him of being able to defeat him so easily and kill him purely because of a conspiracy.

The other party vaguely pointed out that Wang Jingmeng was able to defeat him because he was too familiar with his attacks and tactics, and someone might have secretly betrayed him.

But of course this is not true.

So Wang Jingmeng spoke calmly.

"You are right. In Changling, no one knows your teacher and your past before becoming a murderer, and no one is familiar with your methods."

He looked at Yu Shan and said slowly and clearly: "The reason why you lost in my hands is because you feel that there is no trace of any sinister ambush, but in fact, any sinister ambush naturally has traces that can be captured."

Yu Shan didn't make any noise.

He no longer had the strength to speak out.

He could only persevere in immortality and listen to what Wang Jingmeng said.

His heart-killing words were like arrows that had been shot out and flew into the air. Of course, he really wanted to see what the arrow looked like when it finally fell.

"Since I stepped into the fish market, your upper body's aura was always agile, but your lower body was still not moving." Wang Jingmeng said slowly: "Your feet did not even move any inch. You have been instilling true energy into the gap under your feet patiently and slowly. This subtle true energy flow can only control the very sinister flying sword, and it is impossible to control the iron sword flying out of the debris."

"So the thunderous attack of your iron sword only comes from the instant release and inspiration of the true essence towards the space when you take action, but it has no successor power and no change. Your real killer move can only come from the true essence that is constantly transported under your feet, from the flying sword that has long been hidden in the cracks of bricks and stones by you."

Wang Jingmeng said calmly: "As long as you can think clearly about this layer, it will not be difficult to sense the movement of this flying sword again, or it will not be difficult for me. Any flying sword is like an embroidery needle with silk thread. No matter how the embroidery needle runs, there is always a silk behind it.

Many people only pay attention to the movement of the embroidery needle, but do not know how to find the movement of the embroidery needle."

Yu Shan's body felt trembling.

Wang Jingmeng's words made his mood fluctuate violently. He even confirmed that all the sword masters present would fluctuate violently.

In the past, all sword masters had never used such words to describe flying swords.

Any swordsman who can use the flying sword will definitely try to study the flying sword, because in everyone's eyes, without the shackles of his hands and body, the flying sword will run faster, more agile, and more bizarre.

However, at this moment, he woke up why sword masters like Wang Jingmeng and Gu Liren never put their main energy on the flying sword.

In the eyes of these people, is the flying sword really just an embroidery needle with true silk thread?

His mood fluctuated violently, and the breath that was barely hanging in his body was no longer stable. His body changed from trembling to shaking, and he was about to fall down.

He knew that he had no time, and he was unwilling to accept it. He still had the most doubt that he had not answered, but he opened his mouth but could not hear his voice. He could only feel blood gushing out of his mouth.

Wang Jingmeng looked at the assassin from the enemy's dynasty, but he understood the other party's last doubts.

So he said, "As for the flying needle you sprayed in the last time... Although we are very close, although you are hiding in the qi and blood that you spewed out, you are a sword master, and your flying needle also has sword intent. Even if you don't pay attention to the different changes in your Adam's apple, you will also be like using a sword when you spray out this breath of true energy. Since you are going to draw a sword, how could I not beware of your sword? Your sword is straight forward, which is too easy for me to avoid."

Bang!

Yu Shan fell heavily into the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, blood was sprinkled all over his body.

He heard the final answer, but died in shock and admiration.

The sound of falling to the ground was like a drum sounding in the hearts of many sword masters.

Countless sword masters in the fish market were unconsciously sweating.

They saw a stunning life-and-death battle, but this battle seemed to be Wang Jingmeng teaching them all a lesson.

The intention is to have the sword first.

It turns out that this sentence is really good.
Chapter completed!