The early morning sun is warm and gentle, and there is a gentle breeze above the clouds. It is a good time for sword fighting.

Beside the small wooden house halfway up the mountain, Shang Yunjian and Long Yao stood side by side, their eyes fixed somewhere in the forest, as if waiting for something interesting to happen.

Shang Yunjian was the first to break the calm: "Do you think he can pass these four little guys today?"

Long Yao replied without thinking: "Okay."

Shang Yunjian wondered: "Why?"

Long Yao smiled and said: "Xiao Xiu takes the initiative to challenge, that means he is sure of victory."

The smile on Shang Yunjian's face became a little playful, and he said: "Although I know I can't bet on you, I still want to try to bet on those four little guys."

Long Yao said lightly: "Did you instigate them in anything?"

Shang Yunjian slowly looked away and did not answer the question.

…

The faint morning light is still morning light, but the feeling above and below the cloud top is very different.

Bei Mingxiu felt warm and cozy now.

Not only because the medicine in the past few days has fully acted on his Dantian Qi sea, but also because he was excited because he had some insights.

He is now standing against the wind, full of energy.

A tuft of hair swayed in the wind dissatisfiedly, and the tuft of hair on his head fluttered in the wind again, making it even more elegant.

The moment it moves, this competition has already begun.

The speed of the tuft of hair itself is fast, and the speed of the wooden sword is even faster. The shadow of the sword seems to be sweeping in from all directions, like wind and rain, and there is no way to tell the order.

Bei Mingxiu didn't try to force it.

The result of the quick fight with a tuft of hair was revealed the day before yesterday.

So he didn't pay attention to the wind and rain around him, and only guarded the world around him.

No matter where these sword shadows came from, they were all blocked by the Hanming Sword without mercy.

A Tuft of Hair squeaked angrily, and the speed of the sword suddenly increased again.

Bei Mingxiu still ignored it.

He is now like a big mountain. No matter how violent the winds from east to west, north and south, it cannot break even a single inch.

The screams of a tuft of hair became louder and louder, and the wind and rain became stronger, but the efforts were still in vain.

Finally, the wooden sword in its hand fell down due to the soreness and weakness in its hand, and the tuft of hair on its head was messy in the wind.

It stared blankly at the wooden sword on the ground. It took a while before it was forced to accept the fact. It shouted angrily twice and dragged the wooden sword back unwillingly.

Bei Mingxiu slowly sheathed his sword

, obviously the previous stormy offensive did not cause much consumption to him.

His eyes turned to the white-spotted monkey.

Bai Ban raised his sword and saluted.

Bei Mingxiu smiled faintly, and the Hanming Sword flowed out.

As soon as he took action, the whole city was in an uproar.

A tuft of hair's unwilling but excited cry came.

It knows this is its sword technique.

Although Bei Mingxiu's sword-drawing speed is not as fast as it, it already has some flavor.

When the storm came again, the white-spotted monkey's expression condensed, and the wooden sword was dragged out horizontally, as if a large embankment had been built to block the invasion of the wind and rain.

But soon, the levee had been eroded by wind and rain, creating small openings.

The white spots on his face became more serious.

It had tried to control Bei Mingxiu's sword path several times, but every sword move by Bei Mingxiu was just like a dragonfly touching water, giving it no chance at all.

And in this process, Bei Mingxiu's sword had already woven a sword force completely under his own control in the wind and rain.

A ray of light flashed in Bei Mingxiu's eyes, and the path of the Hanming Sword turned sharply, entangled in the defense of the wooden sword like a spiritual snake, and with one hook and another, the white-spotted wooden sword flew away.

Bai Ban nodded to Bei Mingxiu, picked up the wooden sword, and walked back silently.

Without any pause, the red-haired monkey walked out with a strong fighting spirit and sword in hand.

Bei Mingxiu smiled slightly at him and raised the Hanming Sword in his hand.

An excited "squeak" sound echoed in the forest.

The red hair seemed to turn into a red cloud, and the wooden sword in his hand came out with a sharp sound of wind.

Bei Mingxiu looked at the sword calmly, and the Han Ming Sword came forward with the breeze.

A soft sound.

The wooden sword was slightly shaken by the Han Ming Sword, and the sword force that had just been accumulated suddenly went astray along with the sword path, and it would be difficult to recover for a while.

The red-haired monkey's sword moved forward unparalleledly, so when the path of the sword deviated, even if he could react, it was already too late.

The spark was extinguished before it ignited the weeds, and lost its due power.

After struggling with the sword for dozens of times, Hongmao finally admitted helplessly that he could not get his sword path back on track, sheathed the sword with an aggrieved expression, and silently stepped aside.

Only then did the black-faced monkey realize helplessly that he seemed to be the only one left again.

It raised the wooden stick and signaled Bei Mingxiu to take action as he pleased.

Beiming Xiu smiled knowingly and stabbed out with his sword.

Without any surprise, the wooden stick stopped in front of Han Ming Sword again.

Han Mingjian was knocked back, but the black face was a little confused.

Bei Mingxiu didn't pause at all, and the second sword came again.

It was still the same place. The black-faced monkey didn't even move the stick before he felt the power from Han Ming Sword again.

The black-faced monkey yawned, obviously it thought it would save some effort.

Bei Mingxiu smiled slightly, and then used the third sword, then the fourth sword, the fifth sword...

Whenever a sword bounces off a wooden stick, Bei Mingxiu will make Hanming Sword draw an arc to remove the force, and thrust out the next sword with the remaining force.

There is a legend in ancient times. A foolish old man overcame many difficulties and worked hard to dig mountains every day. His persistence and perseverance moved God, and two gods finally removed the mountains.

Bei Mingxiu is also moving mountains now.

Different from the legend, although there may be gods on the top of the cloud, they will never help Beiming Xiu.

But the mountain formed by Hei Lian's sword is not as high as Taihang and Wangwu.

The most important thing is that Bei Mingxiu is not an old and frail fool.

When the sword power of each sword is exhausted, it is merged into the next sword with the breeze.

This sword hits the same cliff of the mountain continuously. How can it not penetrate the mountain?

After not knowing whether it was the 547th sword or the 548th sword, the black-faced monkey finally couldn't hold on anymore and took a step back.

The mountain will not move. With this retreat, the sword power of the wooden sticks has completely dissipated, and it can no longer form an airtight defense.

This also means that it lost.

The black-faced monkey was not too discouraged. He calmly returned to the treetop and began to close his eyes and meditate.

Bei Mingxiu bowed his hands to the four monkeys with a smile, turned around and left.

Red Hair glanced at a tuft of hair and squeaked twice.

Zuofu Mao's expression suddenly became excited, and he quickly woke up the black face.

Hei Lian looked reluctant, but after listening to Zuofu Mao's words, his spirits perked up.

Bai Ban sighed and made no objection.

…

The four monkeys chatted together, and Bei Mingxiu could naturally hear them.

However, once the discordant sound appeared, it was enough to arouse his vigilance.

This is his almost instinctive reaction ability.

After turning his head quickly, he couldn't help but sigh, and said in his heart: "Who instigated this, so shameless!"

In front of him, three swords and one stick, accompanied by strong wind, attacked him in unison.
Chapter completed!