Chapter 1241 An Extremely Difficult Journey

Don't click it, keep on owing it. Donglai is a genius. Since he entered the Eagle Sword Sect to practice, he has never encountered such a desperate situation. He thought he had reached the level of a master in swordsmanship. The reason why he did not inherit the position of the Eagle Sword Sect was mainly to accumulate some political merits for the Eagle Sword Sect to facilitate the development of the Eagle Sword Sect in all aspects in the future. This is a good thing.

But... When he was in the Eagle Sword Sect, Donglai was already the first in the realm of swordsmanship. How could he have thought that one day he would be so embarrassed? During the period of fighting with Mingde, he refreshed his three views.

Originally, Donglai would not be so passive no matter what with his confidence in his swordsmanship, but he could only be convinced in front of Mingde.

"Watch it!"

This sword is Donglai's most peak sword so far. He thought he could grab some advantage anyway, but Mingde stood there, standing sideways. It seemed like a random counterattack, like a magnet, holding the initiative in his hands, leaving him no room for all his changes and tricks.

"Why is there such a light sword technique in this world?!"

The leader of the Divine Sword Sect, the venerable of the Ailao Dao, the owner of the Tiger Escort Agency...

No one in this world can reach Mingde's level. Mingde's sword power keeps surging and increasing, which instantly increases the pressure on Donglai. It feels like he is suffocating with his hands and feet tied up. He can't use half of his usual strength at all. It's really miserable, really tragic.

The sound of metal intersecting is loud, and they try their best to resist. The two of them suddenly separate and reunite, and the sword flashes in a blink of an eye. The two swords keep hitting more than ten times. If someone is watching the fight, they can easily see that every sword of Mingde Daojun seems to be simple and unsophisticated, but it can make Donglai unable to resist in the sword power. He knows very well that when Mingde raises his hand and drops his sword, he actually uses all kinds of changes, so that any martial arts master can't grasp the trace of his sword power at all, and can only passively counter his moves.

Donglai had a realization. They used to pay so much attention to the essence of swordsmanship, but in fact, they were just a bunch of weaklings who were just talking about it on paper. In front of Mingde, let alone Donglai, even the strongest martial arts in the world would be just like that in this situation. It was really scary.

What else can he do? He can only resist, resist constantly, resist constantly.

Mingde's swordsmanship was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, fast and slow, and he couldn't fight back. Finally, after Mingde chopped the seventeenth sword, Donglai's internal energy was exhausted and he couldn't replenish it in time. He fell into a desperate situation.

Finally, under Mingde's unmatched mysterious swordsmanship, it was like a small boat in the sea of ​​​​storms and heavy rains and strong winds, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Helplessly, Donglai could only take advantage of his little remaining strength now, and suddenly turned around, and the September Eagle Sword in his body swept the long sword in Mingde's hand.

"Dang!!"

Mingde's eyes lit up. Donglai's move was very wonderful. This knife alone was enough to show that Donglai had made progress in the past few days. Sure enough, while turning around, Donglai decisively used the power of the spiral to escape from the range of Mingde's invincible knife force like a miracle.

"Hu~~"

Donglai didn't dare to be discouraged at all. It was almost an instinctive reaction to throw himself into the strongest part of Mingde's knife force. This was simply throwing himself into a trap. He finally jumped out and jumped back on his own initiative. His brain was broken.

But this was the right choice. This move was the most mysterious one. Mingde was also surprised with his ability. He could only retract his knife skills and was forced to block this knife back.

The two passed by each other, and the knife skills burst. This world had reached the limit of what it could bear. But Donglai was very happy. Since he followed Mingde to learn the knife skills, this was the first time he had regained a little initiative in the battle. Before, he had always been crazy passive.

The knife never stopped, and the long knife left no trace.

Since he finally got a moment of initiative, he had to seize it. Donglai almost took advantage of the moment and slashed Mingde from several different angles. The knife force was continuous and there was no gap.

He never thought that his knife skills could beat Mingde, and he never thought that Mingde would be injured, so he didn't leave any room for retreat in these three knives. He immediately gave birth to a powerful and fierce momentum, and tried his best to kill Mingde, with a feeling that a warrior would never return.

Mingde was a little surprised and praised: "Very good, there will be no one on the earth who is better at practicing swords than you, at least you didn't waste my time."

Donglai knew that he only had three knives, and the knife force was flying, leaving no room for maneuver. Mingde was not panicked at all. He took the challenge when it came, just three knives. Indeed, after three knives, Donglai could no longer withdraw.

Mingde knew that Donglai had reached his limit. He just swept away with a knife and knocked Donglai back again, making him extremely embarrassed. History is always surprisingly similar, and the same script is played out every day. . . .

Donglai is a genius. Since he entered the Eagle Sword Sect to practice, he has never encountered such a desperate situation. He thought that he had reached the level of a master in swordsmanship. The reason why he did not inherit the position of the Eagle Sword Sect was mainly to accumulate some political merits for the Eagle Sword Sect to facilitate the development of the Eagle Sword Sect in all aspects in the future. This is a good thing.

But... When he was in the Eagle Sword Sect, Donglai was already the first in the realm of swordsmanship. He never thought that one day he would be so embarrassed. During the period of fighting with Mingde, he refreshed his three views.

Originally, with Donglai's confidence in his swordsmanship, he would never be so passive, but facing Mingde, he could only be convinced.

"Watch this!"

This knife was Donglai's best so far. He thought he could get a head start, but Mingde was standing there, sideways. A seemingly random counterattack, like a magnet, took the initiative in his hands, leaving him no room for all his subsequent changes.

"Why is there such a light knife technique in this world?!"

The leader of the Divine Sword Sect, the venerable of the Ailao Dao, the owner of the Tiger Escort Agency...

No one in this world can reach Mingde's level. Mingde's knife power kept surging and increasing, which instantly increased Donglai's pressure. He felt like he was suffocating with his hands and feet tied up. He couldn't use half of his usual strength. It was really miserable, really tragic.

The sound of metal intersecting was loud, and they tried their best to resist. The two separated and reunited, and the flash of swords appeared in the blink of an eye. The two swords kept fighting for more than ten times. If someone was watching the fight, they would be able to easily see that every sword of Mingde Daojun seemed simple and unsophisticated, but it could make Donglai, who was in the sword force, unable to parry. He knew very well that when Mingde raised his sword and fell, he actually exhausted all kinds of changes, so that any martial arts master could not grasp the trace of his sword force at all, and could only passively counter his moves.

Donglai had a kind of enlightenment. In the past, they paid so much attention to the essence of swordsmanship, but in fact they were just a group of weak chickens talking about it on paper, all of which were fancy tricks. In front of Mingde, let alone Donglai, even the strongest martial arts in the world would be just like that in this situation. It was really scary. Jiangsu Literature Network

What else can I do? I can only resist, resist constantly, resist constantly.

Mingde's swordsmanship was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and sometimes fast and slow, and he could not counterattack. Finally, after Mingde chopped the seventeenth sword, Donglai's internal energy was exhausted and he could no longer replenish it. He fell into a desperate situation.

Finally, under Mingde's unmatched mysterious swordsmanship, it was like a small boat in the sea of ​​​​storms and heavy rain and wind, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Helplessly, Donglai could only take advantage of his little remaining strength now, and suddenly turned around, and the September Eagle Sword in his hand swept the long sword in Mingde's hand.

"Dang!!"

Mingde's eyes lit up. Donglai's move was very wonderful. Just based on this sword, it was enough to show that Donglai had made progress these days. Sure enough, while turning around, Donglai decisively used the power of the spiral to escape from the range covered by Mingde's invincible sword power like a miracle.

"Hu~~"

Donglai didn't dare to lose heart at all. It was almost an instinctive reaction that he threw himself into the strongest part of Mingde's sword. This was simply a trap. He finally jumped out and jumped back on his own initiative. His brain was broken.

But this was the right choice. This move was the most mysterious one. Mingde was also surprised by his ability. He could only retract his sword and was forced to block this sword.

The two passed by each other, and the sword burst. This world had reached the limit of what it could bear. However, Donglai was very happy. Since he had learned sword skills from Mingde until now, this was the first time he had regained a little initiative. Before, he had always been crazy passive.

The sword did not stop, and the long sword left no trace.

Since he finally gained a moment of initiative, he had to grasp it well. Donglai almost took advantage of the moment and slashed several swords at Mingde from several different angles. The sword force was continuous without any gaps or flaws.

He never thought that his swordsmanship could beat Mingde, nor did he think that Mingde would be injured, so he did not hold back in these three sword strikes, and immediately developed a powerful and fierce momentum, trying to kill Mingde, with a feeling of a warrior who would never return.

Mingde was a little surprised and praised: "Very good, there will be no one on the earth who is better at swordsmanship than you, at least you didn't waste my time."

Donglai knew that he only had three sword strikes, and the sword was flying, leaving no room for maneuver. Mingde was not at all flustered, and took the challenge as it came, just three sword strikes. Indeed, after three sword strikes, Donglai could no longer withdraw.

Mingde knew that Donglai had reached his limit, so he just swept away with a sword, and once again made Donglai roll back with his sword, extremely embarrassed. History is always surprisingly similar, and the same script is played out every day. . . .

Donglai is a genius. Since he entered the Eagle Sword Sect to practice, he has never encountered such a desperate situation. He thought that he had reached the level of a master in swordsmanship. The reason why he did not inherit the position of the Eagle Sword Sect was mainly to accumulate some political merits for the Eagle Sword Sect to facilitate the development of the Eagle Sword Sect in all aspects in the future. This is a good thing.

But... When he was in the Eagle Sword Sect, Donglai was already the first in the realm of swordsmanship. How could he have imagined that one day he would be so embarrassed? During the period of fighting with Mingde, he refreshed his three views.

Originally, Donglai would not be so passive no matter what with his confidence in his swordsmanship, but he could only be convinced when facing Mingde.

"Watch this!"

This sword is Donglai's most peak sword so far. He thought he could seize some advantages anyway, but Mingde stood there, standing sideways. It seemed that a random counterattack was like a magnet that took the initiative in his hands, leaving him no room for all his changes and tricks.

"Why is there such a skill in the world that makes the swordsmanship so light?!"

The leader of the Divine Sword Sect, the venerable of the Ailao Dao, the owner of the Tiger Escort Agency...

No one in the world can reach Mingde's level. Mingde's sword power keeps growing and increasing, which instantly puts Donglai under great pressure. He feels suffocated as if his hands and feet are tied up. He can't use even half of his usual strength. It's really miserable, really tragic.

The sound of metal intersecting was loud, and they tried their best to resist. The two separated and reunited, and the flash of swords appeared in the blink of an eye. The two swords kept fighting for more than ten times. If someone was watching the fight, they would be able to easily see that every sword of Mingde Daojun seemed simple and unsophisticated, but it could make Donglai, who was in the sword force, unable to parry. He knew very well that when Mingde raised his hand and fell his sword, he actually exhausted all kinds of changes, so that any martial arts master could not grasp the trace of his sword force at all, and could only passively counter his moves.

Donglai had a kind of enlightenment. In the past, they paid so much attention to the essence of swordsmanship, but in fact they were just a group of weak chickens talking about it on paper, all of which were fancy moves. In front of Mingde, let alone Donglai, even the strongest martial arts in the world would be just like that in this situation. It was really scary.

What else can he do? He can only resist, resist constantly, resist constantly.

Mingde's swordsmanship was sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and sometimes fast and slow, and he could not counterattack. Finally, after Mingde chopped the seventeenth sword, Donglai's internal energy was exhausted and he could no longer replenish it. He fell into a desperate situation.

Finally, under Mingde's unmatched mysterious swordsmanship, it was like a small boat in the sea of ​​​​storms and heavy rain and wind, and it was on the verge of collapse.

Helplessly, Donglai could only take advantage of his little remaining strength now, and suddenly turned around, and the September Eagle Sword in his hand swept the long sword in Mingde's hand.

"Dang!!"

Mingde's eyes lit up. Donglai's move was very wonderful. Just based on this sword, it was enough to show that Donglai had made progress these days. Sure enough, while turning around, Donglai decisively used the power of the spiral and escaped from the range covered by Mingde's invincible sword power like a miracle.

Almost instinctively, he threw his sword at the strongest point of Mingde's sword. This was simply a trap, so he had to seize the opportunity. Donglai almost took advantage of the moment and slashed at Mingde from several different angles. The sword force was continuous and there was no gap or flaw.

He never thought that his sword skills could beat Mingde, and he never thought that Mingde would be injured, so he did not leave any room for retreat in these three sword strikes.

Mingde knew that Donglai had reached his limit, so he just swept away with a sword and once again slashed Donglai and his sword backwards, making him extremely embarrassed. History is always surprisingly similar, and the same script is played out every day. . . .