Fang Junmei's feelings are different at this moment.

The magic power that the Lord of the Qingyi Sword suppressed before was increasingly relaxed, and he headed straight for the late stage of the ancestral orifice at a flying speed.

The magic power alone was like a small star, suppressing Fang Junmei so hard that he could not dodge or move.

His eyes stared straight.

Breathing is taken away.

His face turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen. Fang Junmei could only watch the cold and sharp sword of death that was about to come and could not make any other reaction.

Although the sword edge had not yet fallen, the skin on his body had begun to be strangely eliminated, as if the flesh was blown away by the strong wind, revealing white bones.

The scene was terrifying, especially starting from the head.

...

The white-clothed sword master was still rushing towards this direction. Although he was very fast, he was a backfire after all, and no matter how fast he was, he couldn't catch up.

It was thousands of feet away before we arrived, and the sword edge of the Qingyi Sword Master was only ten feet away from Fang Junmei's head!

“Duh!”

In the eyes of the White Sword Lord, the light began to flash, and the breath of Taoist heart gushed up, and suddenly a strange byte shouted.

At the same time as the sound came out, he bounced out with a finger towards the direction of the Sword Lord in Qingyi.

Boom-

After this moment, the Master of Swords in Qingyi seemed to be thundering his ears, and a series of explosions sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, making his soul hurt.

This pain seemed to make him awake a little, and a look of struggle and pain appeared in his eyes. When he glanced at him, he saw that his sword edge was about to fall on Fang Junmei's head, and his wrist finally turned tilted!

call--

At the critical moment, the sound of wind roaring across Fang Junmei's head, taking away a strand of broken hair!

Fang Junmei escaped from death.

call--

After another sound, the Sword Lord of the Green-Free Sword passed by him.

...

Fang Junmei was finally able to move freely. After turning around, she looked at the Master of Sword in Qingyi below. Her expression was extremely complicated, and there was still a bit of lingering fear in her eyes.

This life has been picked up, and a lot of cold sweat has erupted on his body.

And his face was covered with bones and blood was pouring down, like a ghost.

The expression of the Sword Lord in Qingyi was even more complicated. He looked at the long sword in his hand and was stunned, but the cold and fierce light in his eyes had retreated a lot.

The old guy, the White Sword Master, finally rushed over and came to the Blue Sword Master.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't care what's going on with you. I won't allow you to do whatever you want in Wanjian Mountain City!"

The white-clothed sword master shouted coldly, with anger in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the Sword Master of Qingyi slowly looked up and looked at him, but did not say anything. After a while, he looked at Fang Junmei in the sky and shouted, "If you don't get out of here, how long are you going to ride on my head?"

The voice was as cold as ever, but it no longer had the violent intention.

Fang Jun's eyebrows twitched, slowly stepped down, and stood next to the white-clothed sword master.

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Junmei first sent a message to the White-clothed Sword Master, then flew on him and stopped the blood first.

...

"Brother Dao can leave now, this matter will not happen again in the future."

The Master of Swords in Green Clothing looked at the Master of Swords in White Clothing and said lightly, and his voice eased a little.

"If there is another time, I have to drive my fellow Taoist out of the Sword Cultivation Alliance."

The white-clothed sword master said coldly again, this person usually keeps his low profile, but he is definitely not a weak person.

From this sentence, Fang Junmei also heard something unusual. What does this sentence mean? Could it be that the real owner of the Sword Cultivation Alliance is the White-clothed Sword Master?

When the Sword Lord of the Blue-Free Sword heard this, he stared at the other party and said nothing indifferently.

The white-clothed sword master turned around and left.

After the other party's figure disappeared, the Sword Lord of the Qingyi looked at Fang Junmei and said, "Do you know now, what kind of person am I? Do you still dare to practice with me?"

Fang Jun's eyebrows flashed for a moment, and then he nodded silently.

"…a kid who doesn't know how to live or die!"

When the Sword Lord of the Green-Free Sword was silent for a moment, suddenly cursed, turned around and walked towards his hall, and walked in the air.

Fang Junmei followed.

...

Entering the main hall, the ban and blocking.

"What are some doubts about practicing the sword pattern? "

The Sword Lord in Green Clothing asked, staring at Fang Junmei's blood-colored face.

This was really a big change. The Master of Swords in Qingyi actually gave Fang Junmei a chance to ask questions.

However, he did not give him time to heal his wounds, which shows how harsh this person is.

Fang Junmei was also surprised when she heard this. So why would she be polite to him? After sorting out her thoughts, enduring the pain, she asked: "Master, if I only know what a sword pattern looks like, but I don't know the skills and techniques, how should I deduce it?"

This question can be said to be one of the most confusing things in Fang Junmei's heart, because the fifteen sword patterns he got in that secret space were all single, with no corresponding skills and techniques.

"Why do you ask this question?"

The Master of Swords in Qingyi said, "Since I teach you, I will definitely teach you the skills and techniques of sword pattern together."

When Fang Junmei heard this, his mind flew up and immediately said with awkward expression: "When I participated in the sword picking conference and the sword sword meeting, I also recorded a lot of sword patterns. If the master has no time to teach in the future, the disciple will plan to try to figure out the sword patterns by himself."

This reason makes perfect sense, and it looks more like that with Fang Junmei's embarrassing look.

When the Sword Lord of the Blue-Clothed Sword nodded, without much doubt, the monks who were remembering must not be the only one Fang Junmei, let alone the ones who were furious.

After thinking for a while, he said, "You can write down those sword patterns and write them down. In fact, I really don't plan to spread so much to you, but if you want to deduce them yourself, there is still a long way to go."

"Please give me advice."

Fang Jun bowed his eyebrows.

The Sword Master of Qingyi nodded, walked a few steps, and said, "The principles of heaven and earth are inseparable from them. The same is true for our sword patterns. On the surface, each sword pattern corresponds to different techniques and techniques, but in fact, there are still traces to be found."

Fang Jun nodded slightly.

"It's like understanding a certain law. When your understanding of the sword pattern reaches a certain level of advanced level, even if you just see a sword pattern, there is a possibility of deducing it."

The Sword Master of Green-Free said: "The mystery of this can only be understood, not expressed in words. In short, the way of sword patterns is definitely not what you imagine. If you can beat it, it will be considered over."

Fang Junmei nodded again.

He really didn't, so he carefully studied the in-depth principles in the sword patterns.

"How many of the three thousand high-level sword patterns do not understand?"

The Sword Lord of Green Clothing asked.

In the battle with Fang Junmei just now, he had already clearly felt that Fang Junmei had used the last few high-level sword patterns, and a few of them were even useless.

Fang Junmei said, "I have already understood everything, but time is too fast and I am not proficient, especially the last dozen."

Upon hearing this, the Sword Master of Qingyi looked at him in surprise, then returned to normal, and said lightly: "Since that's the case, you can practice slowly, and I won't talk more."

Fang Junmei nodded and should be right.

Seeing that Fang Junmei seemed to have nothing to ask, the Master of Sword in Qingyi thought about it, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

...

There was a silence in the hall.

After a while, the Sword Master of Qingyi looked at Fang Junmei and said, "You go back to heal your wounds first. Come and see me in three days. I want to think about some things."

Fang Junmei was confused when she heard this.

Of course, I could not object, so I could only say goodbye and leave. After three days of praying, the Sword Lord of the Blue Clothing would not become that smelly face again.

...

Bang!

After Fang Junmei went out, the door closed with a loud bang, and the restricted air surged.

There were no lights in the hall, and the master of the Qingyi Sword sat cross-legged in the darkness, but his eyes stared at the direction outside the door, as if he was still looking at Fang Jun's eyebrows, extremely deep.

After a while, he reached into his storage space and found a decent thing.
To be continued...