At this time, Yan Hui turned a deaf ear to Jiang Li's accusations and looked solemnly at everything that happened in the sword curtain.
After a long time, he said with a somewhat uncertain tone, "This junior seems to have broken through my sword."
Jiang Li, who was about to wave his hand to stop the tragedy, stopped his palm in the air after hearing these words, turned around and said, "What did you say?"
"This junior seems to be able to break through my sword..."
As if to confirm his idea, the grass sword, which was originally in pieces and about to be unable to hold on anymore, actually stopped breaking and began to condense quickly.
The next moment, the almost collapsed grass sword reappeared, and the sword became more powerful, with a tough and majestic momentum. At the same time, it stabbed the sword curtain all over the sky again.
"Boom!"
Just like the heavens collapsed, the earth fell, and everything fell into destruction.
This was the final collision of two extremely powerful swords, so much so that even Yan Li was eclipsed at this moment.
This explosion, which was violent enough to destroy the Bone Road, lasted for a long time.
When the infinite sword curtain was all shattered and the incomparably green sword intent dissipated, a figure in black robe slowly walked out on the broken bone path.
Jian Wushuang's expression remained calm, but there was a hint of bright red at the corner of his mouth.
Although he had calculated everything that could happen, he was still traumatized. Fortunately, he made the right bet.
The Liuyuncao sword style was far less sophisticated, magnificent, and unparalleled than Wushuang's swordsmanship, but at this moment, he successfully helped Jian Wushuang win this style.
The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth curved slightly. The trauma he suffered in this competition was almost negligible.
And all this was because he used the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style.
If Jian Wushuang had used Wushuang Kendo, he would have been able to take Yan Hui's full sword attack, but the price would have been heavy.
Because this is the sword of the Sword Immortal.
A situation where Jian Wushuang suffered a heavy price was not something Jian Wushuang wanted to see, because once he suffered any losses on the road of bones, it would almost be a death sentence.
Therefore, Jian Wushuang did not choose to resist forcefully, but used the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style to deal with it.
From the simple to the complicated Liuyuncao sword style, the meaning of swordsmanship is tenacity and new life, which is enough for him to fight with the minimum loss.
I tried to make an arrancar, but fortunately it was successful.
Jian Wushuang, who walked out of the center of the explosion, unscathed and not even stained by dust on his robes, came to Jiang Liyanhui calmly.
A pair of sword lovers, two sword immortals, could barely recover from their shock at this moment.
The two of them looked at each other, and then all looked at Jian Wushuang.
Being able to rely on the strength of a swordsman to directly receive a blow from a swordsman would be something that would not be convincing to Yanxian in any heaven.
But this scene actually happened.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Hui said, "Junior, your performance has really exceeded our expectations. I am afraid that within a few years, even if your swordsmanship has stopped, you will be enough to reach the realm of Sword Immortal."
Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said, "Senior, you are so ridiculous. You should cultivate your sword with your heart. Everything depends on your own destiny."
"There is one last sword. If I win, can the two seniors let me go?"
Jiang Li and Yan Hui looked at each other, and then asked, somewhat dumbfounded, "Are we so scary that you don't want to stay any longer?"
"Well, I'm pretty approachable..." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly, "But I really have something important going on, and I need to leave here as soon as possible."
"In this case, if I continue to hinder you, it will seem a bit unruly." Yan Hui said with a smile, "This final sword competition is meaningless. You have proven to me."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang felt secretly happy in his heart. He walked out of the Sword Immortal's hands almost unscathed. This was undoubtedly the best situation.
"Then I would like to thank you here."
Yan Hui nodded with a smile, then secretly glanced at Jiang Li beside him, quickly came to Jian Wushuang, and hugged his shoulders.
This move made Jian Wushuang a little confused.
Looking at Yan Hui with a malicious face, he felt a chill down his back for no reason.
"Senior, what are you..."
"Ahem, junior...no, little brother Jian, do you want to become a disciple?"
Yan Hui cleared his throat and looked at him expectantly and sincerely.
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang immediately felt dumbfounded, and then said, "Senior, I already have a master, so I'm afraid I can't do it."
Yan Hui did not expect this answer, and suddenly became a little anxious, "Little brother, you must know that masters cannot be mistaken for each other. It is best to find the one who best matches you."
When he said this, he patted his chest with his hand and said, "Little brother, as long as you accept me as your master, all the lifelong insights of your master and I will be passed on to you. Please consider it."
The two sword immortals approached and offered such tempting conditions, which would be enough to drive any swordsman in all the heavens into madness.
But Jian Wushuang still shook his head, "Senior, I already have a master, so I really can't do it anymore."
Yan Hui was dumbfounded. He never imagined that he could not become a master even if he offered such a generous offer...
At this moment, Jiang Li quietly appeared behind him and slapped him away.
"Old guy, after all these years, he's still so generous." Jiang Li scolded angrily, then looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "Little guy, you go, I'll see you again in the future."
Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, Yan Hui's voice rang again, "Wait a minute!"
Jian Wushuang stopped and looked helplessly at Yan Hui, who was chasing after him again.
Before he could react, Yan Hui took his right hand and tapped it quickly on the wrist with his index and middle fingers.
Then, a mark of a real sword the size of an index finger was imprinted on his wrist.
Jian Wushuang hurriedly retracted his wrist, trying to use his power to force out the mark.
"No need to work in vain, little brother, this mark will not do you any harm. It is my sword intention. It can detect where you are. If there is danger, your wife and I will rescue you as soon as possible...
"
Before he could finish his words, he was slapped away again. Jiang Li put his hands on his hips and his face was extremely sullen.
"You are such a disrespectful old man. You are simply calling yourself a swordsman in vain."
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. It was simply unbelievable that despite all his disobedience, he could still get two cheap masters for free.
After silently sympathizing with the beaten Yan Hui, he solemnly bid farewell to the two sword immortals, and then continued towards the end of the Bone Road.
Yan Hui, who was still dejected at first, suddenly became lively after seeing Jian Wushuang leave, and ran to Jiang Li excitedly, "How is it? How are our apprentices?"