Then he raised his head, looked at the ethereal young man and said softly, "Exactly."
The young man was slightly startled, and then said loudly, "It's useless to say more. Will you give me the head automatically, or will I pick it off with my own hands?"
Jian Wushuang was depressed and began to doubt that he had the physique to kill.
Step by step until today, there are so many people who want to kill him all the time. Now this guy who comes from nowhere actually wants to take off his head as soon as he comes up. This makes Jian Wushuang feel a surge of anger in his heart, "Want to
My head is afraid that you are powerless!"
The young man sneered, "Then I'll just take what I want."
"I, the Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, will not kill nameless people. If you tell me your name, I will take your life."
"Jian Wushuang." Jian Wushuang said coldly, and an invisible long sword appeared in his hand.
The disdainful look of the young man who called himself Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi gradually disappeared when he saw the invisible long sword in Jian Wu's hands.
"I didn't expect to meet such pure swordsmanship in such a big world. I'm really lucky," Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi murmured softly, "That's all, I won't be too late to kill you after I appreciate your swordsmanship."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and brushed his sleeves at his waist, and then a real sword with an immortal charm appeared.
Jian Wushuang's heart moved slightly, and a similarly pure and extreme swordsmanship spread out.
"Old Master, once we fight each other later, you must leave quickly." After whispering these words, he held the invisible sword and stood in the air.
Ding Baiyi waved his hand, and the majestic and vast energy formed a dojo, covering the two of them.
"One move at a time, you will take the lead in this move." Ding Baiyi took half a step back, put his sword behind him, and said calmly.
Jian Wushuang didn't open his mouth, he directly slashed the invisible sword in his hand and released the first form of Tailuo Sword Canon, Eternal Night.
The dojo suddenly dimmed, and an extreme darkness capable of swallowing all things descended.
Ding Baiyi let out a sigh, and then used his left hand that was not holding the sword to carve out a sword technique out of thin air, which actually directly broke Yong Ye's technique!
But while breaking through the eternal night, an even more majestic sword intent rose into the sky, the kind of aura that controlled the growth of all things in the universe in all seasons, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
The snowy sun, spring and autumn are rising one after another. Entering here alone, it seems like an eternity.
The plain shirt on his body was swaying lightly in the wind. Ding Baiyi's calm eyes gradually turned fiery. He raised the real sword covered with fairy charm and drew it out with one strike!
There is no fancy sword, it is a simple flat thrust, but it is extremely powerful, as if it is close to everyone, a desperate sword!
After combining the Tai Luo Sword Style Four Seasons that I thought about, I lost, and I lost without any suspense.
That sword strike easily broke through the Four Seasons Sword Style, and thrust straight forward without losing force, smashing the pipa bone on the left shoulder of Jian Wushuang's sword.
The divine blood poured out and the divine bones were damaged.
"Jian Wushuang!" Feng Qi exclaimed, and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by the old man with a wave of his hand, "As long as I am here, Wushuang is fine."
Hearing this, Feng Qi gave up, but his eyes were full of nervousness.
In the dojo, Jian Wushuang let his left shoulder drip with blood and stared at Ding Baiyi.
Ding Baiyi responded with a smile, "The sword technique you used just now is not your own. Although it is extremely exquisite, it has long lost its intelligence and is not considered superior. If I had insisted on taking your head just now, I'm afraid you wouldn't be like you are now.
It’s intact this way.”
"If your swordsmanship only stops like this, then I advise you to wait for the kill and save yourself from making a fool of yourself."
Jian Wushuang did not speak, but slowly raised the invisible sword in his hand, and thousands of strands of sword intent spread out in the air like vines.
At the same time, a solemn and unparalleled treasure gathered behind him, creating a majestic view!
"It's interesting." The corner of Ding Baiyi's mouth curled up, and the real sword in his hand rang out. The next moment, his entire body transformed into a stream of light, thrusting straight forward.
Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes, and the vast sword intention was vented like thousands of galaxies, and the purest and most direct slash fell heavily.
With just this one sword strike, the constructed dojo could no longer withstand it and broke into pieces. The indescribable sword intent surpassed any of his previous sword strikes!
Two extremely pure sword intentions collided, and a magnificent explosion swept the entire world with Jian Wushuang as the center.
The sword intention was torn and damaged, and the majestic Wushuang treasure behind Jian Wushuang was finally torn apart.
The heaven and earth screamed, and the formless avenue became restless.
What seemed to be the most tragic death was actually the sharpest sword that pierced through all his sword intent.
Jian Wushuang looked bitter, was this how he was defeated?
Even the old man could no longer remain calm and raised his feet to rush for help.
But at the next moment, time seemed to stand still, and the layers of destruction seemed to have stopped at the last moment of the explosion.
And the absolute sword, which had no way to stop it, also trembled, and finally stopped in front of the last layer of sword intent.
A long wind blew through, ruffling my hair.
Looking at the real sword, which was only a finger away from his neck but could not get closer, Jian Wushuang then looked at Ding Baiyi in front of him.
The palm holding the sword hilt trembled uncontrollably, Ding Baiyi's stern face began to turn pale, and a drop of rich scarlet blood dripped from his nose.
"Why, how..." Without saying a word, he just looked up to the sky and passed out.
Jian Wushuang subconsciously activated his divine power to wrap Ding Baiyi's divine body and lay him flat in the void.
Seeing this situation, Lao Zun, Xuebo Supreme and others quickly came to Jian Wushuang.
Looking at him, the old man raised the black water scepter and prepared to kill Ding Baiyi.
"Old Zun!" Jian Wushuang spoke abruptly, stretched out his hand to stop the old Zun and shook his head, "You can't kill him. I feel that he doesn't have a strong intention to kill me. Besides, if I kill him, I won't win with force."
"How long has it been since this happened? Do you know that if he took it one step further just now, the consequences would be disastrous?" Feng Qi said anxiously.
Jian Wushuang's eyes flickered, and finally he said, "You can't kill him. He gave me a move before, so this time I will give it back to him."
Several half-ancestors sighed secretly and stopped talking.
The old man also slowly took back the black water scepter and nodded towards him.
Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang looked into the distance and said, "Go back to Yunxiao Palace."
The Chaos Spring was blocked again, and except for the even more shattered sky, everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
Returning to Yunxiao Palace, Jian Wushuang built a new divine pavilion, placed the white-clad Ding Baiyi in it, and then used his supreme magical power to seal off the surroundings of the divine pavilion.
As soon as he wakes up, Jian Wushuang can sense it instantly.
Such a sword immortal who was very likely to come to the divine universe from the hidden world of Dayan Huan made Jian Wushuang's thoughts gradually calm down.