I inherited a family fortune of 5000 years

Chapter 1291 Stop Arguing, I'll Catch Him For You

"What kind of sword technique is that?"

"That doesn't seem to be any swordsmanship at all, it seems to be just the most basic sword drawing posture!"

"Hahaha, he wouldn't want to use this kind of sword-drawing technique to resist the Sword God's Da Tianyan Sword? Is he crazy?"

"Fruit knife plus sword drawing, he is absolutely crazy, I bet he will be wiped out with this sword! This is simply provoking the sword god!"

"Just now he was able to fight against the Sword God for a few minutes. I admit that he has something, but not much. Let's just say that I may not be an opponent just these two times, but it is not easy to kill me."

"I can only give half of this wave."

……

"It's over!" The Sword God had finished accumulating his sword power, and finally stabbed out that magnificent sword. A beam of cold light illuminated the five continents, and that beam of white sword energy carried the supreme sword intent, even if it was only a trace of leakage. Strength can seriously injure or even kill an ordinary saint!

"Yes, it's over!" Zhang Meng took a step forward unpretentiously, and pulled out the fruit knife in an instant.

And at this moment, even the sword god's face changed drastically. If Zhang Menglong was a sword that was about to be unsheathed just now, then at this moment he is a sword that can open up the world!

The sword force actually directly split the Sword God's sword energy into two, and Zhang Menglong also turned into a sword light and disappeared in place.

The Sword God didn't see Zhang Mengyao's movements at all. When he was still looking for where Zhang Mengyong was, all the hairs on his back stood up instantly, because a small nail clipper was touching his back. neck.

That's right, it's not a fruit knife, it has now become a nail clipper!

"You... what kind of sword is this?" The sword god not only never thought that he would be defeated, but he didn't even think that he would be defeated like this!If Zhang Mengyu had a real sword in his hand, he would be dead now!
"A half-holy, actually defeated the sword god with a fruit knife and a nail clipper!"

"This... this is simply unbelievable. Could it be that he has been practicing swords since he was in the womb?"

"I'm afraid he is the number one swordsman in Stigmata Continent!"

"I am convinced, I am fully convinced now!"

……

"Now, can I stand here?" Zhang Menglong patted Sword God on the shoulder, then walked slowly past him.

He landed on the top of the Stigmata Dragon City, took out a parasol, a deck chair, and a table, and then lay down on it and started watching TV dramas!
"Is this the real expert?"

"Sure enough, it's a realm beyond our comprehension!"

"Look, the Sword God seems to be a little different!"

"He's in samadhi! Could it be that the battle just now made him comprehend something?"

"As expected of a sword god, even though he was defeated, he was able to learn more from the battle. Just for this alone, he deserves his title!"

That's right, Duan Xianchen has indeed learned a lot from Zhang Mengyu's sword just now, this is the highest state he has been pursuing all his life!And at that moment just now, he seemed to have seen the highest state and realized something, and now he is fully comprehending the battle just now!
"Good guy, this sword god has something!" Even Zhang Mengyu boasted, if he can really comprehend something from his own sword just now, his realm will definitely undergo earth-shaking changes.

……

Just like that, Zhang Mengyu was lying on the top of Dragon City watching dramas and playing games while waiting for the wind to blow, while Duan Xianchen was floating in mid-air like a sculpture. In this state, two or three months passed in a flash .

"Why isn't that dick Feng Cong coming?" If it wasn't for Feng Cong's contact information, Zhang Mengyu would have started making serial calls at this time. He couldn't have arrived within the two-year deadline, right?

"Huh?" The corners of Zhang Mengyu's eyes moved, and suddenly his eyes locked on Duan Xianchen who was in mid-air.

After two or three months of comprehension, he has already realized something!
Duan Xianchen opened his eyes for a moment, as if the air was full of criss-crossing sword energy, and even some people just looked at him from a distance, and there was a stabbing pain on their faces.

"Hahaha! So this is the real sword!" Duan Xianchen laughed loudly, "Sword Immortal, what is this sword?"

"I said, this is the way of Wuji!" Zhang Mengyu said casually, "Your sword is my sword, and my sword is still my sword!"

"Your sword is my sword?" These two lines in the game caused another storm in Duan Xianchen's heart.

"Hahaha, the me now will never lose to Mo Xiaoxi again!" Duan Xianchen was still somewhat apprehensive and uncertain at first, but after gaining insight from Zhang Mengyu's sword drawing technique, he Confidence, I will never lose to the Juggernaut again!
There is only one sword fairy, and that is Zhang Mengyu. Duan Xianchen is convinced of Zhang Mengyu's swordsmanship. He admits that he is the strongest, but if he is arrogant, he will become the second even if he can't become the first!
He got up slowly, and flew towards a piece of palace in the top of Dragon City.

"Mo Xiaoxi, I've been waiting for you for ten years, do you still want to be a turtle in it?"

"Mo Xiaoxi, you have the ability to come out and fight with me. Now that I have comprehended the peerless swordsmanship, I must compete with you today. Who is the second sword cultivator in St. Mark Continent!"

Zhang Mengyu spit out a big mouthful of drink, this sword god is really talented, just now he still wanted to claim to be the number one swordsman, and now he started to compete for the second swordsman, I have to say that he is really very good.

"Forget it, you can fight for your second place, just don't bother me anyway!" Zhang Mengyu said to himself, but this Mo Xiaoxi is really awesome, and he can't come out after being scolded like this, and his swordsmanship is amazing He doesn't know if it's not powerful, but he has a big heart anyway.

If it was Zhang Mengyu, he would be transformed into an ancestor on the spot with the first sentence of scolding.

"Mo Xiaoxi, come out!"

"You trash, do you want to stay in there for a lifetime?"

"Or you just admit defeat!"

"MD, it's endless!" Zhang Meng's expression gradually changed from impatience to disgust.

He turned off the video player and stood up straight away, "Who is that, are you tired? I'm tired of you if you're not tired. You're here every day, howling like ghosts and wolves, disturbing my rest and entertainment, you know?"

With Zhang Mengyu's roar, Duan Xianchen, the sword body, immediately died down. If it were someone else, he would have been slashed by his sword. In the past ten years, he would swear at Mo Xiaoxi's door for several hours every now and then. , who dares to have an opinion?
But Zhang Mengyu yelled at him, he didn't dare to resist, he couldn't beat him again and again, so he could only look a little wretched.

"Do you really want to defeat him?" Zhang Mengyu asked.

"Yes, although we have never met, he has always been the biggest enemy in my heart!" Duan Xianchen said.

"Okay," Zhang Mengyu shook his head, "You seem to be fighting with him so much, then I will fulfill your dream, I only have one request, you should fight far away and don't dangle in front of me, It's annoying!"

Zhang Mengyu pushed Duan Xianchen away, "Get out of the way!"

"You are going to..."

"Aren't you looking for him to compete?" Zhang Mengyu said, "I'll catch him for you! Then you find a place to beat him to death, and don't bother me anymore!"

(End of this chapter)