The Legend Of Swordsman
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"The Sword Killer Movement!" Bai Chong immediately stood up, stunned by this dazzling bloody sword light, and said, "Second step of the Shapeless Sword Arts, Sword Killer Movement! He managed to use it well? "
"The Sword Killer Movement?" Shui Hanxin was also surprised by this, seemingly knowing the prestige of the second Unformed Sword Art, the Killer Sword Movement.
"Shui Hanxin, hurry up! Help your disciple, ” Bai Chong said.
Lowering her vision slightly, Shui Hanxin stared at the two sword lights that were about to collide in the arena and sighed in frustration. He's moving fast.
THE CLANG!
After colliding with each other in the arena, the two terrifying sword lights instantly witnessed victory and defeat.
"What?"
Ye Mo, with his eyes wide open, found it rather difficult to believe that the most powerful attack, with all of his strength, had been completely defeated without a fight. Then a dazzling bloody sword light, still concentrating all of its strength, cut straight towards him.
An unprecedented crisis of death soon enveloped him.
Shui Hanxin's figure suddenly flashed in front of him at the last second, and the bloody sword light disappeared with just a wave of a hand. Only complete silence remained in the arena.
Ye Mo clenched his teeth, staring intently at Jian Wushuang, his heart full of unwillingness.
He accepted this defeat reluctantly and helplessly. After all, he knew clearly that he would die if his great Master did not help him. Such a terrifying sword attack could easily tear his body apart.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang stared past Ye Mo. He suffered greatly from using the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill. Even his face looked extremely ferocious. This skill was much more terrifying than he had imagined. It reached the extreme limit in just a short period of time.
BZZZZ....The Soul-Eating Secret Skills stopped spontaneously, and the aura looming around Jian Wushuang faded rapidly, even to an undeniable degree. Jian Wushuang could not be any weaker, and her entire body trembled.
On the contrary, his firm inner will was the source for silence. When he raised his eyes, the Three-Times Killing Sword in his hand headed towards Shui Hanxin precisely.
“Avoid sure? Then fight! "
The rising sword essence suddenly erupted.
It was this moment that impressed the entire audience at the Drill Ground. They all saw how Jian Wushuang had become so weak, yet the battle intent and sword essence in the surroundings had never faded.
Shui Hanxin's complexion was pale and cold, she was already overwhelmed by helplessness.
Fight off?
How is this possible?"
Since it came from the conflict between Jian Wushuang and Jian Meng'er, Ye Mo had helped the defeated Jian Meng'er, which was too much. The second fight was allegedly not only excessive but extremely shameless.
As one of the Elders of the Tianyuan Sword Sect and an expert at the Peak of the Golden Core Realm, Shui Hanxin had somewhat maintained his humility and pride.
"Meng. '' Shui Hanxin glanced at Jian Meng'er with a pale face and a stunned expression. He said, "You have no choice but to cultivate with me in the Tianyuan Sword Sect from now on, and are forbidden from stepping out for three years, either, where I'll soon teach you all my skills. ”
"Dian Wushuang. "Shui Hanxin stared coldly at Jian Wushuang. “You won today. It just shows that there are some limitations in teaching my disciples, not because of the lack of some of the more outstanding disciples in my Tianyuan Sword Sect. In three years we will witness another competition between you and Meng'er.
"Another competition in three years?" A soft smile slowly crept in the corner of Jian Wushuang's mouth. He looked at Jian Meng'er from top to bottom, then chuckled silently.
Jian Wushuang herself was well aware of that. Jian Meng'er had been defeated by someone who was not even qualified to compete. After all, the gap between them had definitely increased because what he had developed was a Heavenly Creation Skill.
Turning silently as if Jian Meng'er wasn't around, he headed down slowly.
"When!"
A cold greeting came from Jian Wushuang, echoing throughout the Drill Ground. Everyone focused on the heavy footsteps below as if each step was extremely formidable. Everyone could feel how the existing sword essence was growing stronger with each step.
Right now, from the viewpoint of the audience, Jian Wushuang was spontaneously endowed with something strange.
No one knows what it really is.
As Jian Wushuang's figure gradually disappeared from their sight, they were all amazed at the powerful sword essence surging. No words, just silence.
On one of the top floors of the arena tower, four figures stood still.
Those four seniors looked extremely ancient. The gray-haired leader was wearing a long robe.
The Four Great Elders of the Sword Pavilion!
The senior leader in long robes was the imposing Elder Hong.
On such a critical day, the decisive time for the Sword Pavilion, Jian Wushuang did not disappoint the Four Elders, even growing enough to create a miracle. He had defeated Jian Meng'er with only two months of cultivation. That unprecedented feat was certainly a huge shock within the Sword Pavilion, even for these four. However, the Four Elders, standing still, were more depressed than before.
Deep unrest, instead of any joy, appeared on their withered faces.
In a low voice, one of the Elders said, "Brother, I assume you saw it?"
"Hmm ..." Nodding, Elder Hong, concentrating on Jian Wushuang's back, his eyes never left him.
“Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, he still stood firm and tense. The sword essence surged upwards, but it never spread! "
"The awakening of Sword Soul, just like our Pavilion Master. Of course ”
As soon as they heard the "resurrection Sword Soul", their appearance suddenly became respectful and solemn.
Meanwhile, Elder Hong stared at the vast sky and wondered how the previously sunny day had somehow now shown a hint of darkness. Elder Hong raised his hand, covered the universe upwards, and slowly uttered.
"Oh .. This will change …"
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