"This kendo trial tower allows you to come into contact with a higher level of kendo. Like the first opponent you face now, he is barely a beginner in kendo. If you can defeat him with your sword skills,
Defeat, naturally it can be considered as entry." Emperor Thirteen said.
"Is he just trying to get in?" Looking at the evil young man in front of him, Jian Wushuang's eyes became sharp.
As he waved, the Blood Peak Sword floated towards him and was held in his hand again.
"Then come."
Without hesitation, Jian Wushuang took action again.
His swordsmanship came into full play and he once again fought fiercely with this evil young man.
After a while, he was defeated again.
"Come again!"
Jian Wushuang was not discouraged and continued to attack.
Jian Wushuang was completely immersed in the fierce battle with this evil young man.
Although there was a huge gap in understanding of kendo between him and this charming young man at the beginning, with each fight, Jian Wushuang's understanding of kendo has obviously been improving.
"So, swordsmanship can still be performed like this?"
"Coherent, smooth and flowing, the simplest swordsmanship, but the power it exerts is stronger than some peak swordsmanship!"
"Sword, can you still use it like this?"
He has a very high level of understanding.
He fought against this charming young man again and again and lost again and again. However, after the defeat, he would summarize some of the reasons and find out the shortcomings of his swordsmanship.
Or delve into some methods of using this evil young man's swordsmanship and understand them.
In short, although Jian Wushuang has been crushed by the evil young man's sword skills, his own understanding of the sword is also constantly improving.
Three years later, Jian Wushuang fought against this evil young man. Although he was still losing ground, he no longer had the overwhelming power he had before.
Five years later, the evil young man only suppressed Jian Wushuang to a certain extent in terms of swordsmanship, and it took a relatively long time to defeat Jian Wushuang in a battle.
Seventeen years later, Jian Wushuang had a fierce battle with the evil young man, and they were evenly matched in swordsmanship.
Thirty-two years later...
clang!
The long swords clashed, sparks of lightning flashed, Jian Wushuang's body rushed forward, and the tip of the long sword in his hand also turned into a shrill lightning, and suddenly stabbed out.
The speed is so fast that it cannot be described in words.
Clang!
The sword tip pierced the Xie Mei young man's body. It did not pierce the Xie Mei young man's body. It only pierced a little skin. However, the impact contained in the sword tip still made the Xie Mei young man's body hurt.
The figure took a few steps back.
After standing firm, the evil young man raised his head and glanced at Jian Wushuang, but made no move. At the same time, his figure began to slowly dissipate.
"Have you finally defeated him?"
Seeing the evil young man in front of him disappear, Jian Wu's eyes showed a hint of joy.
It has been thirty-two years since I stayed in this sword trial tower.
In the past thirty-two years, he has been fighting fiercely with this evil young man. In total, the two sides have fought tens of thousands of times.
From the beginning, he was easily trampled and defeated by the evil and charming young man, and now he finally defeated this evil and charming young man.
Among them, his swordsmanship naturally made a huge breakthrough, and his understanding of the way of swordsmanship reached a completely new level.
"I was able to defeat him not only because of my improved understanding of swordsmanship, but also because of my Xuanluo swordsmanship. Xuanluo swordsmanship is one of the most amazing swordsmanships in ancient times. It also helped my swordsmanship a lot. If
I only used the simplest swordsmanship to fight him fiercely, and I'm afraid it will take some time to defeat him." Jian Wushuang murmured.
However, even without using Xuan Luo swordsmanship, just relying on the most basic swordsmanship, Jian Wushuang should be able to compete with that evil young man.
According to what Emperor Thirteen said, he is barely getting started in the way of swordsmanship.
"Just from a layman to a beginner..." Jian Wushuang couldn't help but sigh.
At this time, in the void in front of him, another figure slowly condensed.
This time, his opponent was a woman in white robe. This woman in white robe was graceful and graceful, but her eyes were extremely cold.
This was the second opponent Jian Wushuang encountered in this sword trial tower.
In terms of swordsmanship, this white-robed woman was much stronger than the evil young man he defeated.
Soon, the woman in white robe took action, and Jian Wushuang also fought with all his strength, but in the end, Jian Wushuang was easily defeated.
…
On the huge suspended land, the ancient black tower stood quietly there, while Emperor Thirteen sat down again.
He looked at the black tower in front of him, and his eyes became misty.
"kendo……"
"The sword is boundless. Although I have reached the ultimate level of sword, I still feel that my sword is not perfect enough!"
"What exactly is the most perfect way of swordsmanship?"
Emperor Thirteen murmured and slowly closed his eyes.
He has reached the top in swordsmanship.
Even in the most ancient era, there were only a few people who could reach his level in swordsmanship, and there were almost none who were better than him in swordsmanship.
But even so, he is still pursuing higher and more perfect swordsmanship.
The road has no end.
That's the way it is with kendo.
Jian Wushuang, who was in the Kendo Trial Tower, also devoted himself to fierce battles with each opponent.
While fighting fiercely, you should discover your own shortcomings in swordsmanship, understand them, and improve them.
Time keeps passing like this.
Thousands of years pass by in a blink of an eye.
The Sword Trial Tower is still in the boundless dark void.
Two figures were fighting fiercely in the center of the void.
Jian Wushuang held a sword in one hand. It was just a sword and did not show the nine heads and eighteen arms of the ancient gods at all.
For him now, having eighteen arms and holding eighteen long swords is no different from using only one long sword.
Even having too many arms has become a burden to him.
He wielded the sword with one hand and swung it at will.
Either a flat thrust, a forward slash, a sweeping sweep, or a light slash... one move followed the other without any sloppiness.
His figure also moved at will, and his sword skills were extremely free and elegant.
And his gaze was extremely sharp.
His opponent is an old red-haired man who wields a two-handed sword.
This red-haired old man's swordsmanship is strange and extremely fast, and his sword intention is extremely violent.
Jian Wushuang's heart was as calm as water. While constantly clashing with the opponent's swordsmanship, he was also trying his best to find the opponent's flaws.
In just a moment, when the red-haired old man swept forward with a backhand sword, Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed sharply.
The long sword in his hand swung lightly and was pointed in the void. His figure moved strangely, and then a streak of blood suddenly pierced out.
Xuanluo swordsmanship... the ultimate in blood.
Bang!
A cloud of blood mist exploded from the red-haired old man's chest, and his figure collapsed.
"Sixteenth."
Seeing this, Jian Wushuang's lips revealed a smile.