How powerful is the sword that can destroy the immortal source of a rank-6 Dayan Immortal?
And how strong is the guy who can use this sword technique?
"In other words, it was this junior who caused the vibration on the Bone Road earlier?" the middle-aged man asked slowly.
The heroic woman nodded immediately, "Yes, I happened to witness that battle, it was exciting enough."
"If it is really him, it seems that I woke up at the right time." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Jian Wushuang unconsciously felt a chill in his back. He could feel that these two sword lovers, although they did not show any strength, were definitely more terrifying existences than the sixth-level Great Evolution Immortal.
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something.
The Death Immortal Skeleton said before he died that there were Sword Immortals on the Bone Road. Could it be that these two swordsmen were Sword Immortals?!
"That big guy still had barely enough strength when he was alive. Now his strength after death is no more than Level 3. It is not impossible to be killed by a powerful swordsman. But what makes me a little curious is,"
The heroic woman paused after saying this, and looked at Jian Wushuang with interest, "Junior, is that sword technique your own creation?"
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang thought for a moment before nodding, "Yes."
"If it is really your own creation, your future achievements will be immeasurable." The heroic woman said, then stretched out her palm and flicked it in the air.
In an instant, a picture scroll appeared in the originally chaotic and void space.
When Jian Wushuang saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank.
That scroll actually showed the battle between him and the Death Immortal's skeleton!
In the scroll, the Milky Way flows, and the dead immortal's bones are finally penetrated by the Milky Way into the immortal source, and various people kneel on the road of bones.
Jian Wushuang never expected that the scene of their fight would be completely printed out.
This heroic woman is no ordinary swordsman!
When the scroll finally disappeared, the middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang with bright eyes.
"Sure enough, he is very strong. I have fallen in love with this junior!"
"Come on, junior, fight me for three rounds. I haven't seen such a good piece in a long time."
The corners of Jian Wu's eyes twitched slightly, looking at the extremely excited middle-aged man, and then said, "I'm afraid not, I entered this place by mistake and need to leave here as soon as possible. If I consume too much, I'm afraid I will become passive on the next journey.
Already."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said, "It turns out that you are on your way, so it would be easier. If you go three rounds under my command, we will all let you go. If you avoid it, we will let you go."
If we fight, I’m afraid it will be difficult to say.”
He said, patting the six long swords on his waist.
Jian Wushuang felt dizzy. He could feel that these two humble swordsmen were definitely scarier than they appeared.
It seems that it is not an easy task to survive three rounds.
"How do you think about it?" the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and said with a meaningful smile.
After a brief thought, Jian Wushuang responded, "Come on then, I've said it first, as long as I last three rounds, you will let me go."
"Happy!" The middle-aged man laughed loudly and flew directly in front of Jian Wushuang.
The hem of the black gold gown was fluttering in the wind, and he placed his right hand on the hilts of the six long swords at his waist with indescribable wantonness.
And Jian Wushuang didn't hesitate at all, and the invisible sword directly condensed in his palm.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up again, "Intangible and insubstantial, using kendo as a sword, you are very brave, junior."
He then said, "I don't dare to say it. The sword I carried with me was destroyed, so I had no choice but to do this."
The Tai Luo Divine Sword was destroyed by Ding Beichun. This was the fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang condensed the invisible sword.
The middle-aged man smiled, said no more, nodded slightly and said, "My name is Yan Hui, and that woman is my wife, her name is Jiang Li."
Jian Wushuang immediately raised his hand and said, "Jian Wushuang."
"Unparalleled Swordsmanship, good meaning, let's get started."
As the words fell, the entire Wanggu battlefield fell silent.
The middle-aged man named Yan Hui didn't seem to intend to take the lead, but just looked at him with a smile.
Jian Wushuang restrained his mind and competed purely in swordsmanship. He was not afraid. What he was thinking about was how to draw the three styles in the next fight.
The next moment, Jian Wushuang moved with thunderous force. He swung the sword at an extremely fast speed and slashed straight at Yan Hui with its unparalleled sharp blade.
Even Dayan Immortal did not dare to look down upon this mediocre sword.
But then, a shocking scene occurred.
Facing this sword, Yan Hui stood still on the spot without dodging, then raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand to clamp the invisible sword that was slashing down.
The invisible sword symbolized by the unparalleled sword tool was actually caught between two fingers at this moment!
Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank, and he found that it was difficult for the invisible sword to advance even half an inch!
"The power is not small, but it is too impetuous and its flaws can easily be seen." Yan Hui said with a smile, and then pushed him away.
After retreating a few feet, Jian Wushuang was completely solemn. Yan Hui, who showed no signs of dew at all, was now like a sacred peak in the mountains, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was going to do next.
Yan Hui still had a smiling expression, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he walked slowly in front of Jian Wushuang.
"Come again."
Jian Wushuang gathered his mind and prepared for a big fight again.
However, this time, he just raised the invisible sword in his hand and received a head-on blow.
Yan Hui's right hand that was pressing the hilt of the sword at his waist suddenly raised it, and a long sword was directly unsheathed. With the hilt as the head, it carried infinite momentum and instantly hit Jian Wushuang's chest.
"Bang!"
All this happened so fast that by the time Jian Wushuang reacted, it was all over.
He felt that his chest was almost broken, and he retreated dozens of feet before he could absorb the huge force.
The unsheathed sword then returned to its sheath, as if nothing had happened.
Yan Hui still looked at Jian Wushuang with a smile, always looking calm and calm.
Rubbing his aching chest, Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth secretly. In these two fights, he fell into a passive state and was almost suppressed by Yan Hui.
While this made him depressed, he also gained a certain understanding of Yan Hui.
"From the moment I started practicing the sword, just the action of unsheathing the sword took me a full year of practice. During those years, I only strived to maximize the speed of unsheathing, so that
Only then can we gain an advantage."
"So far, no Immortal has been able to stop me from unsheathing."
Yan Hui blinked, "How about it? Are you interested in learning sword practice from me?"
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he couldn't help but secretly chuckle.