Chapter 4889? Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style? (Below)

As a book of swordsmanship that can prevent swordsmen from getting lost in the way of swordsmanship.

The whole spectrum of Liuyun Caojian has a total of nine styles, which are very smooth and classic.

The first six styles are all the most basic theories of using swords, including the most common swordsmanship, including the sword, the horizontal slash, and the block.

Until the beginning of the seventh stance, the whole spectrum of Liuyun Caojian stance can be regarded as from simple to complex, and the seven sword stances are unified, releasing the general trend of infinity.

The first six forms are called Jian, and consist of six forms: Juxing, Lianyue, Qushui, Huiqing, Changshan, and Pingting.

The last three styles are called Fan, which consists of the leaves of grass turning green, the eyebrows cutting the four seasons, and the birds breaking and stopping.

Jian Wushuang took the trouble to dismantle and analyze every sword stance over and over again, trying to smash every sword stance into their heads.

All the sword cultivators, from initial doubts to contemplation, to their eyes shining, wish to empty their brains, leaving only this Floating Cloud Grass Sword Form.

Even Chen Qing, Chunqiu and others who were sitting in the void were digesting this knowledge.

"It's over, it's over, Brother Jian is not only fighting against the sky, but even the theory has reached an unbelievable level," Chen Qing sighed with his hand on his forehead, "These little brats have made a lot of money, what Brother Jian said. These, I am afraid, will completely change them."

There are only nine Floating Cloud Grass Swords in total, and it can be said that it is a master sword from beginner to subtle.

This completely changed the ignorant state of sword cultivators before they obtained some kind of kendo inheritance, so that every sword cultivator did not have to be confused in the early stage.

It is foreseeable that this flowing cloud grass sword style will have a very far-reaching impact.

He didn't speak all the time, just stared at Jian Wushuang's Diqing, took a deep breath, and whispered a conclusion.

"Within a year, including but not limited to Da Siyu, all sword cultivators will surely know Wushuang's name."

Such a shocking sentence, said from the mouth of Di Qing, who was in the rank nine Dayan Immortal, shocked Chen Qing, Chunqiu and other Yanxians.

But none of them refuted, and seemed to think that this sentence was extremely correct.

"As long as this Floating Cloud Grass Sword Form is launched, the Sword Brothers will definitely be embraced by all sword cultivators," Chen Qing murmured.

"When you think about it, he's so scary..."

Chunqiu, Cui Jing and others did not speak, but all clenched their fists subconsciously, their eyes burning hot.

"Brother Jian, you are truly a stunner." Wei Liujia murmured, his eyes also blazing.

When Jian Wushuang stopped the last form of the flying bird, there were a total of nine Floating Cloud Grass Sword Forms, and all the demonstrations were completed.

The dojo was dead silent, each sword cultivator had a different expression, and they were trying their best to remember this complete sword manual.

At this moment, they knew very clearly that this would be a new starting point, a great creation!

If this time is not grasped, it will always be an unimaginable loss.

Slowly spitting out a turbid breath, Jian Wushuang felt that even in the battle with Chang Duoling, he was not as tired as he is today.

It seems that preaching and preaching is really exhausting, and it is necessary to do less in the future.

After that, more than 3,000 sword cultivators spontaneously knelt down on one knee and saluted Jian Wushuang again.

Jian Wushuang didn't like this form of Tales, but he didn't stop them. After they all saluted, he said again, "You need to practice diligently in these nine sword stances. It's up to you."

"No!" The voices of more than 3,000 sword cultivators shot straight into the sky, with great momentum.

At this point, Jian Wushuang's teaching was completely over, and he left behind nine Floating Cloud Grass Swords.

And in this group of passionate dojos, there is a guy who is not in the state the whole time, neither walking nor not walking, standing in place like a tree, which is quite embarrassing.

Jian Wushuang finally looked at him like this, "Hey, that bald head, how did you know that I killed Chang Duoling?"

The bald man glanced at him again, and then said, "You don't know? Now the entire Da Shiyu has gone crazy, saying that there was a Yanxian in the Six Heavens Realm who killed Chang Duoling with his own power, I didn't believe it, so I ran over to prepare to have a few tricks with that guy and find out the truth."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and said, "Then you are not afraid, the guy who can kill Chang Duo Ling is in a bad mood, will you also solve it?"

"Don't be afraid, I have my own immortal style, even if I meet the Chang Duo command, I have the confidence to fight, but I can still run away," the bald man patted his chest confidently, "Tell me the truth, Chang Duo Did you really kill him?"

"Of course." He nodded.

"That's good, I'm going to have a test with you now." The bald man was excited.

Jian Wushuang did not refuse, but turned to look at San Qian Yanxian in the dojo, "Right now, I only use this blade of grass in my hand to show you the real Floating Cloud Grass Sword."

"Stop talking nonsense, let me see if Yanxian, who can kill Chang Duoling, still exists."

The bald man smiled savagely, and then thousands of dark-yellow power lines surged out from under his feet like a real dragon, rising from the sky!

The realm belonging to the peak of Yanxian is undoubtedly revealed, and at the same time, the figure of the bald man has suddenly multiplied several times, just like a real peak of God.

Even Chen Qing, who is more than ten feet tall, looks handsome in front of this bald man at this moment.

Jian Wushuang was very interested in looking at this god-like giant.

Holding a blade of grass in his right hand, he floated forward.

'"Suffer to death!" The bald man shouted loudly, his fists slammed into the ground of the dojo, and more than ten dark yellow true dragons condensed by Yan force swept up and ran towards Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, even the sky was obscured by the dark yellow force.

All the sword cultivators and the top cultivators watched this scene nervously.

"Clown jumping on the beam." After Di Qing concluded such a conclusion, he was already lacking in interest, so he simply closed his eyes and closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Qing also pouted, "I think this troublemaker is also a great Yanxian. I never thought that he was a Yanxian. This is really sent to the door to find a fight. It's no fun to ask for it."

The expressions of Chunqiu, Cui Jing and the others were roughly the same. They looked at the bald man in the dojo who was struggling so hard as if they were looking at an idiot.

Jian Wushuang held a blade of grass in his right hand, and his long black hair danced behind him along with the robe on his body.

Facing the dark-yellow real dragon that covered the sky and the ground in front of him, Jian Wushuang held Cao Ye's palm and only made a downward slash.

"break."

Like the water flow, the more than ten real dragons carrying the violent power were disconnected from it without any sign!

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