Chapter 4748? Tailuo Sword Was Destroyed

Sword Intent and Sword Dao are mountains and seas of their own, nothing to match, they come naturally.

Even without using the sword intent to condense the blade, using only a branch and a sage, Jian Wushuang is confident that he will be able to exert the sword power of Wushuang Kendo 10%!

Earlier in the divine power universe Yunxiao Palace, he and the sword immortal Ding Baiyi discussed the sword for more than 100,000 years, using a peach blossom branch.

The invisible long sword condensed out, and the aura of Ding Beichun's entire body was stern, as if he had become a sword.

A wisp of invisible sword intent escaped from every pore of his, and the flowing clouds and water patterns on his scarlet upper body began to fluctuate, like the rise of a big river and a sea.

A sword pointed forward, about thousands of waves and water patterns clinging to the blade, as if a frightened dragon was ready to attack.

"My swordsmanship is called Beichun Seven Swords. Although it has the name of the Seven Swords, it is only true to three swords, and the remaining four swordsmanships may be difficult to complete."

Ding Beichun said slowly, "However, the only three swords I have, I once forced 6,000 back into Yanding Cultivation, and I haven't lost a single one. Today, I invite Brother Jian to take a look."

Jian Wushuang heard the words, "It will stop when you click."

A ripple quietly swayed in the air, and Ding Beichun stood still, but his breath was suddenly filled with the invisible sword in his hand.

Until then, Jian Wushuang discovered that the flowing cloud and water pattern on Ding Beichun's body was not a pattern, but a sword intent like a prop!

Every flowing cloud and water pattern is a sword intent. At this moment, almost half of the space in the entire abyss is covered by Ding Beichun's swordsmanship.

Like a million swords at the head, a burst of unprecedented pressure made Jian Wushuang dignified.

A previous star-shaped sword intent forced Ding Beichun to retreat.

The sword intent of the river word also followed, and the more powerful and majestic sword intent turned into a galloping Tianhe, and descended from Jian Wushuang's sleeves.

Regarding Wushuang Kendo, the first two styles of Xinghehuhai Jianyi are now more and more clear to Jian Wushuang.

The two sword meanings, the star word and the river word, both have the meaning of complementing each other and have their own unique swordsmanship.

These two styles of sword intent serve as the framework and cornerstone of the entire peerless kendo, so that there is no mutual crushing situation between the two.

perhaps,

Only the last two styles, lake and sea, will have a more terrifying and stunning performance.

The so-called kendo, swordsmanship, sword intent.

Even if the packaging is gorgeous, in the final analysis, it is nothing but a killing technique. Only more and more tyrannical and infinite is the ultimate goal.

This time, Jian Wushuang took the lead.

A sword pushed a million across, and the long river of sword waterfalls rushed towards Ding Beichun.

Jian Wushuang no longer sits on the long river, but stands on the spot, raised his hand to condense an invisible sword, buried it in the long river of the sword waterfall, and stepped forward!

At this moment, Ding Beichun only had fanaticism in his eyes. The sword patterns on his body were all engraved by his master's hand, and he could retreat 6,000 cultivators with a single blow.

If he loses this sword, does it mean that the young man in front of him really has the strength to fight against the master?

Xuanhe's dazzling flowing clouds and water patterns tossed, like a hundred frightening dragons, coiling around each other and sweeping towards each other.

The two swordsmanships that belonged to the top of the mountain collided.

The little emperor, who was watching from a distance, looked horrified again, and almost quickly retreated from the abyss without thinking.

"Om...boom!"

The shocking confrontation tore apart everything in sight.

The sea of ​​purple-red magma surged, leaping thousands of feet high, madly devouring this last piece of land.

At the same time, the entire black stone giant hall began to collapse, and the ten thousand swords hanging high above the sky trembled in unison, and then broke in unison.

Such a destructive confrontation shook the entire sword heaven and earth, and at the same time, the invisible aftermath spread throughout most of the heavens.

The thousands of fairies who were still grooming in the sea of ​​flowers were the first to feel the aftermath of this shock, and they all looked in the direction of Jiantian in amazement.

"Sister, isn't there a place strictly forbidden by the emperor, why is there such a loud noise?" Fairy Huangshan said nervously, "Would you like to report to the emperor?"

After hearing this, Fairy White Shirt stretched out her slender hand to signal her silence, "If we shouldn't ask, just don't care, there will be someone in Heaven to review."

When the rest of the fairies heard the words, they stopped talking and continued to groom.

Only the white-shirted fairy flashed a hint of hesitation in the eyes, and only the little emperor can enter the Jiantian at this moment.

However, what purpose would he have when he entered it?

Thinking of this, a stream of light that was transformed into Yanli emanated from her hand, and quickly swept into the clouds and disappeared.

At the same time, Uncle Yu, who was sitting enlightened in the listening platform, suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared in the next moment.

The black stone giant hall was more than half damaged, and even the ground was cut open for nearly ten thousand miles. The purple magma seemed to boil the sky.

And under the ground that is as deep as hell, three figures stand far above the magma.

Among them, Ding Beichun, who was naked, gasped heavily. Although Jian Wushuang looked indifferent, his palm with blood beads seemed to show that it was not easy for him to win.

In the confrontation just now, although Jian Wushuang added a sword to the river-style sword intent, he almost lost.

He didn't expect that Ding Beichun's swordsmanship actually concealed three swordsmanships.

Combining three into one is one sword.

It has to be said that this Ding Beichun's kendo is extremely tyrannical, with an indomitable momentum, which makes Jian Wushuang feel that it is similar to Ding Baiyi's sword.

But even so, Jian Wushuang still won. What he won was not in realm, not behind Yan Li, but purely in the kendo competition of victory.

After Ding Beichun calmed down, he bowed his hands to Jian Wushuang, "Brother Jian, I lost."

"Continue to practice diligently, and when your swordsmanship is complete, come to me to prove it." Jian Wushuang replied with a smile.

When Ding Beichun heard the words, he also smiled, "If I really have the day when Kendo is harmonious, I will definitely prove it to Brother Jian."

The little emperor came between the two of them, and said with a hint of doubt, "By the way, have you smelled anything?"

Ding Beichun was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to slowly look at the thousand-zhang furnace that had been swallowed by the magma.

"Me, my stove!!"

The gust of wind galloped, and his body rose against the storm, jumped directly into the magma, and dragged the huge furnace up.

But it was already too late, and the brilliance in the cauldron was no longer as bright as the sun, and it became extremely dim.

Ding Beichun shook his hands and slowly opened the furnace.

Immediately, countless choking black smoke burst out.

"Brother Jian, your sword seems to have been destroyed..." With a sad face, he reached out and took out an unrecognizable sword embryo from the cauldron.

Jian Wushuang: "..."

Little Dijun, "Beichun, think about how you will be beaten."

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