Unparalleled swordsmanship, born out of the divine universe.
It is the ultimate swordsmanship inspired by the old man who guards the tomb of the gods in the tragic place deep in the universe.
To this day, it is Jian Wushuang’s most powerful sword!
When the whole way of swordsmanship is completely perfect, he will instantly become a swordsman!
And all the sword intent of Jian Wushuang basically comes from Wushuang Kendo.
Unparalleled swordsmanship has indeed gone through the tempering of blood and fire before it can grow to what it is today.
All of this was guessed by the young man in black at this moment, which made Jian Wushuang feel shocked and vigilant.
After saying those words, the young man in black clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, his whole body aura completely restrained.
He said in a deep voice, "So, from now on, I will go all out. Don't think that I will lower my strength to fight you, including the level of Yanli. I will not lower it even a little bit."
Jian Wushuang nodded and said softly, "Of course, I won't hide my strength."
The young man in black said, "That's it."
As the last word fell, thousands of sword intentions suddenly burst out from under his feet.
The sword's intention was like a rainbow, penetrating the heaven and earth, causing the entire Immortal Palace to be shaken.
Immediately afterwards, Immortal Lord Guangyue, who was sitting on the jade throne, waved his hand and lowered the endless moonlight, which directly turned into a barrier and enveloped the two.
With this barrier as the center, a martial arts arena was formed, allowing them to freely fight without destroying the fairy palace.
Cang Ting, who had black hair and white clothes, couldn't help but show satisfaction when he saw this scene.
His disciples were truly astonished. The sword intent they released was overwhelming and controlled the entire aura almost instantly.
In a competition between swordsmen, the first moment of drawing the sword is extremely important. The so-called starting point can already determine the situation of the battle in a certain way.
Cang Ting immediately looked at Yan Hui and saw that instead of showing any worry, he was looking at this scene with a smile, which made him feel angry.
Even if we win this battle, it will be extremely disgraceful.
Thinking of this, Cangting couldn't help but sneer and said, "You want to fight even though you know you are defeated. You, the master, really don't care about the life and death of your apprentice. If my apprentice had been more aggressive, I'm afraid there would be no need to decide the winner."
Yan Hui's face instantly turned cold when he heard this, but then returned to normal, "With your apprentice's inferior swordsmanship, it is simply wishful thinking to seriously injure my apprentice!"
"Oh, are you so confident?" Cangting said playfully.
"When did I, the Sword Immortal, never have confidence?" When Yan Hui said this, he stepped directly on the document and uttered a shocking sentence with the utmost arrogance.
"If my apprentice doesn't beat the shit out of your apprentice today, then it will be considered as if your apprentice has done it today!!"
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Vulgar, that is, too vulgar.
The Immortal Palace was deathly silent, and everyone in white clothes had twitching corners of their mouths, including Immortal Lord Guangyue, who was sitting on the throne, and his eyes were twitching.
"Yan Hui, you are so presumptuous!"
Cangting slapped it hard, shattering the slipper made of the immortal osmanthus tree, then straightened up, his face sinking like water.
This was a naked humiliation. If he hadn't been in the Immortal Palace, he would have drawn his sword long ago!
Yan Hui curled his lips and said, "I'm not impudent. Why, is it no longer possible to tell the truth now?"
"Are you so confident that your apprentice will win?"
"Why, I don't believe that my disciple wins, how can I believe that your disciple wins?"
"Then how about we impose some conditions?" Cangting said, trying his best to suppress his anger.
"What conditions?" Yan Hui raised his eyebrows and asked.
Cangting said coldly, "If my disciple wins, your sword skills will belong to me. If your disciple wins, my sword skills will belong to you, how about that?"
Before Yan Hui could speak, Immortal Lord Guangyue, who was sitting on the jade throne, had a solemn look on his face and stopped him repeatedly, "No, this condition is absolutely unacceptable!"
"I think this condition is pretty good, but I have to add one more thing to this condition," Yan Hui smiled quietly, "If my disciple wins, I will tell you the secret of how your disciple ascended to the Dayan Immortal Realm.
I."
Cangting was startled, his face slightly unnatural, but he finally agreed.
Once this condition is settled, it cannot be changed. Even if Guangyue Immortal Lord is worried and angry, it will be of no use.
And the reason why she was worried and angry was entirely because these two rivals would actually gamble their swordsmanship for this competition between apprentices.
This is really a bit fatal.
You must know that after reaching the level of sword immortal or even quasi-sword immortal, the competition between them will determine the outcome of life and death in a matter of millimeters.
Often just one movement is enough to determine life or death.
As a swordsman's original swordsmanship, once it is fully known by an evenly matched opponent, there is only one way to die.
These two seemingly ordinary conditions are actually betting on the life of a swordsman and a quasi-swordsman!
This is what makes Immortal Guangyue nervous and dignified.
And she has already made a decision in her heart. No matter what the final result is, she will not let the two reveal their swordsmanship!
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Jian Wushuang and the young man in black, completely enveloped by the moonlight, did not hear the conversations outside at all.
There is only each other in their eyes and ears.
At this moment, the aura revealed by the young man in black was completely different from what he had released previously, rich and vigorous.
This made Jian Wushuang feel as if he was not facing a swordsman, but a sword, a heavy sword without an edge or a scabbard!
Next, let him be more sure of his thoughts.
The young man in black pulled out a sword from his back, a dark heavy sword.
It can no longer be described as a sword. It can be described as a heavy ruler or even an iron plate.
Without the edge of the sword, it is like a heavy ruler.
Jian Wushuang's eyes were solemn. Those who could use this kind of heavy sword were all swordsmen who had perfected their swordsmanship to the peak.
A heavy sword has no edge, and a heavy sword has no skill.
Without the edge of the sword, it has greater lethality. Jian Wushuang is even sure that ordinary Yanxian cannot even take this sword!
At this moment, the young man in black seemed to be completely integrated with the heavy sword in his hand, and his eyes turned completely black.
"The greatest respect for you is to let you kneel completely under my sword."
Jian Wushuang shrugged, and an invisible sword condensed in his right hand at this moment.
This is the embodiment of Wushuang Kendo, with sword patterns flowing slowly.
Cangting, who was watching this scene from a distance, had a serious look in his eyes.
Invisible without a sword, this boy is not simple!
Yan Hui was so proud that his chin almost went up to the sky.
He once had a brief sword discussion with Jian Wushuang. Although there were only two swords, he really felt the atmosphere of real swordsmanship.
'My disciple might be able to beat you, an old guy like you, let alone your disciple who is not even as good as you...'