Chapter 4675: On the Way of the Sword and Leaving (Part 1)
Ding Baiyi, the swordsman who understood the art of swordsmanship to the extreme, appeared in a supreme immortal posture and wielded the simplest and purest swordsmanship, almost completely raising the swordsmanship to a whole new level.
After fighting against Ding Baiyi, instead of being frustrated, Jian Wushuang began to understand the obscure levels.
His own swordsmanship has already reached the state of perfection, with great openness and great closeness, full of a sense of loneliness and arrogance.
Ding Baiyi's sword is the most ordinary sword, but it has also reached the realm of transformation. His every move, every move, every move, every move, every move, is simple and pure, as if he eats once and sleeps once.
dull.
But even this most ordinary move turned into a deadly sword, forcing Jian Wushuang to death again and again.
And Jian Wushuang's hard training now is to learn to stop the momentum.
The Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, who came from Heaven and Dayanhuan, slept for 20,000 years, and Jian Wushuang also practiced hard for 20,000 years on top of the Cloud Summit Pavilion.
In order to have some fun in the boring moves, Jian Wushuang planted a peach tree seedling in the center of the huge dojo in front of the divine pavilion.
In 20,000 years, the original sapling has grown into a towering giant tree, and the spirit bred in the tree lies on the treetop on time every day and watches Jian Wushuang practice his sword.
One day 20,000 years later, the door of the lonely divine pavilion was opened, and Ding Baiyi, dressed in plain clothes and with a pale face, slowly walked out of the divine pavilion.
He looked at Jian Wushuang, who was sitting under the peach tree with a smile on his face, with a slightly unhappy face, "Hey, why didn't you kill me then and now you come here to torture me all day long?"
Jian Wushuang grinned, stretched out his hand and threw the real sword, which was standing on the side and filled with immortal energy, towards Ding Baiyi.
Ding Baiyi reached out and took it, pretending to be evil and said, "If you didn't kill me while I was unconscious, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you now?"
"Killing you at that time was a defeat without force, and I disdain it. If you kill me now, it is also a defeat without force. What should I worry about?" Jian Wushuang smiled and said, "Why, are you?
A sinister person?"
Ding Baiyi was speechless for a moment, and didn't know how to refute, so he could only snort angrily, hold his sword and leap to the top of the eaves of the divine pavilion, and then fell asleep.
Jian Wushuang ignored him and continued to hone his moves under the peach tree.
The reason why Ding Baiyi fainted in the first place was purely because the turbulence of time and space unknowingly eroded his meridians. In addition, the battle was like fighting with chicken blood. For protection, the meridians were directly cut off.
Without the supply of Yanli, he seemed to have had a seizure and passed out directly.
This guy seemed to be seeking revenge, but he caught wind and cold on the road. After uttering harsh words in front of his enemies, he fell to the ground like a dead pig and fell unconscious.
Fortunately, the person he met was Jian Wushuang. If it had been anyone else, his soul would have disappeared long ago.
In this way, another thousand years passed, and Jian Wushuang never slacked off for a moment. Even the simplest straight cut could be practiced for a hundred years.
During this period, Ding Baiyi, who was sleeping soundly on the eaves of the divine pavilion, went from being impatient at the beginning to watching Jian Wushuang practice his sword in boredom, and began to give pointers from time to time.
Jian Wushuang's understanding of the art of swordsmanship obviously exceeded Ding Baiyi's expectations.
Ding Baiyi also gradually realized that the crushing on him was not a crushing on the knowledge of swordsmanship, but a pure suppression of realm...
Naturally, this guy who calls himself the Sword Immortal also started a fight again.
"I have not forgotten the main purpose of coming here. Are you going to wait and see, or do you want me to go get it myself?" Ding Baiyi said coldly on the side of the dojo.
Jian Wushuang shrugged, "There are always people who want to take my head, but they all died in front of me one by one. If you want it, you can take it yourself."
"What a loud tone." Ding Baiyi sneered, then he took a step forward and pulled off a branch with peach blossoms from the peach tree with his hand.
Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and then he reached out and pulled off a branch with peach blossoms.
The majestic and vast divine power surged up in an instant, entrenching itself in the sky of the entire dojo like a terrifying dragon.
Ding Baiyi then released an even more terrifying force, confronting Jian Wushuang from afar.
Yanli is a special energy that suppresses and contains divine power and virtual power. It only belongs to the higher rules of Dayan Huan, and what the Devouring Emperor uses is Yanli.
Looking at the slightly thin white clothes, Jian Wushuang did not let down his guard at all. He had practiced swordsmanship for tens of thousands of years in order to prepare to defeat him head-on one day!
"Use your own swordsmanship against me, otherwise I guarantee that you will not be able to hold on for ten breaths." Ding Baiyi said lightly.
"Naturally." Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, Wushuang Kendo, the second form of Xinghe Lake Sea Sword Intention, River!
Unparalleled swordsmanship derives countless sword intentions from one, roaring and roaring like the rewinding Milky Way, a majestic sight!
He rolled back up the Tianhe River and rushed towards Ding Baiyi with endless power.
And Jian Wushuang, standing in the majestic sword intention like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, raised the peach blossom branch in his hand, and slashed straight down!
"It's interesting." Ding Baiyi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, but he inserted the peach blossom branch behind his neck with his backhand, and jumped up to face the vast sword river like lightning!
As soon as he stepped out, the surging sword river not only did not cause any harm to Ding Baiyi, but was instead used by him to reach in front of Jian Wushuang.
The peach blossom branch in his hand instantly moved toward Jian Wushuang's face.
This seemingly ordinary sword, if you slow down, you can see that it has been struck no less than 100,000 times!
One hundred thousand shots, all reduced to one sword, what a crazy swordsmanship this is!
Jian Wushuang's body tilted, and he had no choice but to take action to block it.
But the Hundred Thousand Sword was so powerful and terrifying that it directly broke his resistance and cut off all the peach blossom branches in Jian Wu's hands.
The remaining nearly 50,000 swords were nailed in front of him without missing a beat.
Even though Jian Wushuang's divine body was immortal, he still felt bursts of chest tightness. If it were a sword, there would have been countless transparent holes in his body.
However, Jian Wushuang was not discouraged at all. With a shock of divine power, he forced Ding Baiyi away, then reached out and broke off another peach blossom branch, and then slashed at him first.
It was an unparalleled attack of swordsmanship. One straight slash after another landed on Ding Baiyi's peach branch.
It was like thousands of divine soldiers crashing down, and even Ding Baiyi felt the suffocation of chest tightness.
"This guy is really good." Ding Baiyi secretly wondered. Just when he was about to fight back again, the peach blossom branch in his hand suddenly broke.
Jian Wushuang was not interested in fighting at all. He backed away while waving his hand and throwing him a branch again, "Come again!"