Chapter 4890? Beat the Bald Man

As if being cut open by some kind of giant force, this offensive of the bald man was directly shattered.

The gazes of all the sword cultivators and top cultivators watching were suddenly condensed!

They saw it very clearly. Jian Wushuang's blade of grass slashed down, condensing a sword beam of ten thousand feet, and easily smashed the offensive of the bald man!

Could it be that even the blades of grass can unleash an extremely powerful sword intent? !

Flicking the blade of grass in his hand, Jian Wushuang said softly, "If you don't have an offensive that can threaten me, I advise you to return to wherever you came from, so that I don't have to throw you out."

"There is a price to be paid for being arrogant!" The bald man was furious, his stature increased by several meters, and the dark yellow power surging around his body was even more surging and terrifying.

"Giant Desert Sky!"

Accompanied by his roar, the entire tens of thousands of meters of dojo was quietly covered with a layer of ethereal dust.

In this dust and sand, Jian Wushuang can feel that his own power is slowly fading.

This is an immortal style, an immortal style used by bald men.

But after the battle with Chang Duoling, he was able to feel his own perception and had reached another level.

Including the pure state of his own power, and the control of the swordsmanship are not comparable to the previous ones.

If before, this bald man who had mastered the reality might still be able to fight Jian Wushuang for several rounds, but now, all this has changed.

He can even completely defeat the bald man by using any sword intent of the Galaxy, Lake and Sea.

But Jian Wushuang did not do this. In order to better integrate knowledge and action, and to better teach the sword cultivators present, he used the Floating Cloud Grass Sword.

The seventh form, the leaves of grass turn green.

The successful smile on the bald man's face didn't even disappear completely, and the next moment his immortal Jumotian was completely broken by seven vast sword intents.

These seven sword intents are the shadows of the seven blades of grass. After easily breaking the immortal style, all the castrated ones slashed at him.

The bald man's reaction was half a beat slower, he couldn't dodge in time, and he was slashed with seven swords in a row, and the wound was shocking.

"Damn,

Really weird! "He was frightened and angry, and once again released the immortal style.

"Mountains and rivers take shape!"

As the bald man's voice fell, his entire incomparably strong figure swelled to an unimaginable level again, and his entire skin showed a grayish-yellow color, like a raised rock.

Then, like a walking mountain, he slammed into Jian Wushuang!

And Jian Wushuang obviously didn't want to fight this meaningless battle, and directly released the flowing cloud grass sword style, the eighth style, and the eyebrows cut the four seasons.

Slashing the blade of grass in front of the hand, this sword style is more precise and complicated than the seventh style, and it is the pinnacle of the entire Liuyun grass sword style.

This sword, there are eight swords in total, it is a combination of the peak sword of the previous seven styles, and the combination of the eight swords is enough to overshadow the four seasons.

Between the brows of the blades of grass, a million strands of sword intent suddenly slashed forward.

The bald man who was running wildly felt that a big crisis flashed in his heart, and then he made a decisive decision and directly defended on the spot.

But the eighth style of the Floating Cloud Grass Sword is too vast, especially when it is performed by Jian Wushuang, and its power is infinite.

Almost just in this one meeting, the bald man was swallowed up by the infinite sword intent.

"Bang! Bang! Zheng-"

In this entire dojo, which was completely condensed by the force of power, there was a shocking sound of impact.

Cobweb-like cracks appeared where the bald man stood.

Eight strong sword intents, one sword and one sword slashed down, even Yanxian has already disappeared.

But this bald man was different. His fighting ability was almost terrifying. Even if the sword intent left indelible damage on him, he didn't say a word.

The dojo is collapsing.

When the last Xeon Sword Intent fell, everything returned to calm.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the scene that followed made all the sword cultivators frantic.

It turned out that the Floating Cloud Grass Sword Stance would be so powerful!

I saw that bald man, and now most of his body has been smashed into the dojo, like a bloody man, lying on his back on the dojo without knowing his life or death.

Jian Wushuang stepped forward slowly, looking at the bald man with a little surprise in his heart.

He knew very well how powerful the Sword Intent released from his hand was, as long as it was under the Great Yanxian, no Yanxian could bear it.

But now this guy has endured it. Although it is a bit horrible, his immortal source has not suffered the slightest damage.

Jian Wushuang also finally understood why this guy came to challenge fearlessly. It was simply because his skin was too thick. If another Yanxian came over, he might not be able to beat him.

After sighing in his heart, he directly waved the bald man out of the dojo, and threw him out of Xiao Gutian with a little force.

After doing all of this, Jian Wushuang looked at all the top cultivators in the dojo and calmly said, "This is the power after the Floating Cloud Grass Sword Form is completed."

He said, stretched out his hand, and the blade of grass in his hand fell like a stream of light, falling at the very center of the entire dojo.

When the blade of grass fell to the ground, like a small sword, it stood upright in the center of the dojo, and ninety-nine streamers gushed out from the blade of grass, turning into colorful lights covering the surroundings.

"These ninety-nine sword intents are the entire Liu Yuncao sword style, you can all feel it at any time, and I'll tell you one more thing."

"I have hidden a strand of my own kendo in that blade of grass. If someone can pull out that blade of grass, the strand of kendo in it will belong to whoever owns it."

As soon as these words came out, all the sword cultivators were extremely enthusiastic, looking at the blade of grass standing in the center of the dojo.

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, and at the same time he stretched out the palm of his right hand.

This is the ninth form of the Floating Cloud Grass Sword, and the flying bird stops.

This is the most exquisite sword, the simplest sword, and at the same time the most complex sword.

The flying bird escaped from Jian Wushuang's hand, flapped its wings chirpingly and flew in the air, and finally landed on the blade of grass in the center of the dojo, and began to sleep soundly.

"Maybe some people will ask if the Floating Cloud Grass Sword can be cultivated to the realm of great achievement. Now I will tell you, of course it can."

"Whenever, when this flying bird is willing to stay on the tip of whose sword, the swordsmanship will be accomplished."

After saying this last sentence, Jian Wushuang left the sword-discourse dojo in a floating voice.

Xu Jin got up in a hurry, and after swiftly following dozens of steps, he finally stopped.

His eyes kept staring at the back of Jian Wushuang's departure, until after everything disappeared completely, he came back to his senses, and his eyes became extremely firm at this moment.

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