Ding Beichun grinned, his eyes never leaving the Tai Luo Divine Sword, "Don't worry, there is no real sword in the world that I, Ding Beichun, can't handle."
"Speaking of which, being able to use such a real sword, Brother Sword has probably already understood his own swordsmanship."
The little emperor smiled, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Beichun, if I say that his swordsmanship and sword will will definitely not be inferior to your master's in the future, would you believe it?"
Ding Beichun raised his head and looked at Jian Wushuang with disbelief in his eyes, "More than my master? Brother Yan, don't be ridiculous, so far I have never seen anyone who can surpass my master in the way of swordsmanship."
"Then you have seen it now," the little emperor said.
The light in Ding Beichun's eyes grew brighter and brighter, "Brother Jian, are you a sword fairy?"
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I can't even call him a swordsman. At most, he has his own understanding of the way of the sword."
"That's great. I was practicing kendo with my master in the early days. It was only when kendo stopped making progress that I started making swords," Ding Beichun said excitedly, "Brother Sword, how about we compete with each other? It's been too long since I've been with you for a long time."
I’m sparring with others.”
"Nonsense, we are here," Jian Wushuang stopped the little emperor before he finished speaking.
He said, "We just don't have much to do, so it would be a good idea for Brother Beichun and I to have some discussions here."
"I'll go get ready right now." After Ding Beichun said this, he hurriedly jumped towards the cauldron that was tens of thousands of feet high.
Using great force to turn the cauldron lid, Ding Beichun threw the Tai Luo Divine Sword in and quickly returned to the two of them.
"I said, you just threw the sword in, is it okay?" the little emperor wondered.
"Don't worry. If you want to recast the sword, the first step is to smelt the sword embryo. I have my own sense of discretion." Ding Beichun couldn't wait any longer. "Brother Jian, shall we start?"
Jian Wushuang smiled and nodded. He took a slight step back and was a hundred feet away, having already opened up his formation.
Ding Beichun didn't say anything more. He raised his hand with one hand, and a real sword broke through the sky and fell into his palm.
Holding the real sword, his whole aura condensed, like a sword coming out of its box, moving forward indomitably.
The iron filings fell off, slowly revealing a heroic cheek, and the red upper body seemed to be flowing with the sword, and the flowing clouds and water lines were flowing.
Jian Wushuang held his breath and concentrated, and the invisible long sword condensed by the transformation of Wushuang's kendo appeared in his hand.
When Ding Beichun saw this scene, the brilliance in his eyes became even brighter, and he could solidify the way of swordsmanship. Even though he had watched countless swordsmanship, he had only seen it a few times.
And those who can achieve this are all powerful swordsmen.
The little emperor looked at this chilling scene and backed away helplessly.
Sword madmen face each other and no one can dissuade them.
The next moment, Ding Beichun took the lead, sweeping in with his vast sword intent.
Just for a moment, the two swords faced each other, their blades colliding and clashing.
"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!"
It looks like a sword collision, but in fact it has been fought tens of thousands of times!
The sharp long sword was opened and closed. At this moment, Ding Beichun seemed to be immersed in forging a sword, and he quickly slashed with one sword after another without any fancy.
If it were any other Yanxian playing chess, I am afraid that his body would have been wiped out by this slash.
Even Jian Wushuang felt tremendous pressure. This guy was not only able to swing a hammer, but he was also unambiguous in swinging a sword.
Although Jian Wushuang did not retreat under the blows, the ground under his feet had already cracked into deep ravines.
However, in the ensuing confrontation, the real sword in Ding Beichun's hand could no longer adapt to such a high-intensity confrontation, and was directly cut into two pieces by Jian Wushuang's sword.
"It's great." Ding Beichun, who was forced back hundreds of feet by a sword, laughed loudly, threw away the broken sword, and then picked up a real sword from the sky.
"Brother Sword, my sword intention will come next." He said in a deep voice, and the flowing clouds and water patterns on his body began to surge.
The energy in the entire abyss seemed to be awakened by him, carrying a huge amount of purple-red magma, and materializing a treasure behind his back.
An indescribable heavy pressure hit the pavement. Jian Wushuang took half a step back with his right foot, holding an invisible long sword in front of him.
Facing the ten thousand feet tall treasure in front of him, he was extremely calm, as if he had been used to seeing it for a long time.
After Ding Beichun condensed the treasure of sword intent, he directly raised the real sword in his hand and slashed at Jian Wushuang.
"Boom!"
The space is tearing apart, the purple-red magma is surging, and what the treasure is holding in his hand is not a long sword, but a blunt instrument.
A blunt instrument like a giant hammer was struck hard, and Jian Wushuang also summoned a Galaxy, Lake and Sea Sword Intent at this moment.
The star-style sword intent was unleashed, and an unparalleled treasure of the same size came to him. He clasped his palms together and faced it boldly.
When the little emperor saw this scene, the next moment he flew directly over.
"boom!"
The unparalleled explosion exploded, and the two treasures were annihilated together, causing the heaven and earth to tremble, and the endless wind violently tore open the space.
Almost at the same time as the two treasures collided, a ranger in black broke through and killed Ding Beichun resolutely.
"Zheng!"
Ding Beichun hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but he never thought that the real sword in his hand would be cut into two pieces.
The tip of a sword that seemed to be condensed by flowing clouds was pressed against his neck.
Everything went too fast, from the first confrontation to the first collision of swordsmanship, only a hundred breaths of time passed.
But within this one hundred breaths of time, the current situation was formed.
The sword that Jian Wushuang put against his neck, even if it couldn't kill him directly, could definitely inflict severe damage.
A collision at this level, once severely damaged, will result in nothing but death.
It's just that Ding Beichun couldn't believe that he was defeated like this, and his defeat was so smooth and smooth.
He was a little aggrieved. He had just used the first style of swordsmanship, and now he was in this situation.
Jian Wushuang also left a deep enough impression on him.
He is fierce in his attacks and not sloppy at all. He is a very strong opponent.
Seemingly seeing the frustration in Ding Beichun's eyes, Jian Wushuang smiled and stepped back a hundred feet away with the sword on his back.
"Come again."
Ding Beichun's eyes lit up. Although he already knew the gap between himself and Jian Wushuang, he was unwilling to give up such an opportunity and chose to fight again.
This time, he no longer drew the real sword from the sky, but like Jian Wushuang, slowly condensed an invisible long sword.
This is condensed by one's own perception of swordsmanship, and is the blade that best suits oneself.
However, since there is no concrete blade, the power exerted is extremely unstable.
For example, Ding Beichun is currently condensing an invisible long sword, but the sword's intention is fluctuating violently, and it seems that it may disperse at any time.
But Jian Wushuang's invisible long sword has never been unstable.
This is the desperate sword intention that he realized in the Land of Beihong, and has long been tempered to its peak.