Two sword lights, one majestic one, formed a gorgeous and beautiful sword river.
The other one was cold, dazzling, and fleeting.
Both sword lights were extremely terrifying, but they were completely different.
If the sword river cast by Jian Meng'er is equivalent to a giant with the power to crush everything, then the cold sword light cast by Jian Wushuang is like an omnipresent assassin who escapes into the void. The King of Killing!
Even though the giant of heaven and earth has the power to crush everything, as the king of killing and the top assassin, is it necessary to compete head-on with him? Of course it's impossible.
call out!
The fleeting sword light reappeared, bypassing the long and gorgeous sword river, and appeared directly in front of Jian Meng'er. Jian Meng'er had no time to react, and the sword light had already left her wrist. Passing by.
A touch of blood spread, and with a clang, the Three Killing Sword fell to the ground.
Jian Wushuang's figure appeared in front of Jian Meng'er at some unknown time. The blade of the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Jian Meng'er's throat. In the end, it stopped less than half a centimeter in front of Jian Meng'er's throat. At such a close distance, The coldness of the sword's edge immediately made Jian Meng'er's heart tremble, and her beautiful face turned pale at this moment, without any trace of blood.
Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
On the school grounds, everyone stared with wide eyes, looking at the scene on the high platform in disbelief.
"He, he actually won?"
"Jian Meng'er, defeated!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"
The next moment, the entire school grounds erupted with roars and screams like a landslide and tsunami.
In the stands…
"Impossible!" Shui Hanxin, who was calm and composed and full of absolute confidence for Jian Meng'er, was the first to stand up. The expression on his face was also colorful at this moment.
"How is that possible?" Jian Lan was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that what he was seeing was actually a fact.
"Failed. Jian Meng'er, who used Daqian Swordsmanship, actually lost?" The big shots in the stands looked at each other in shock, and they could all see the shock in each other's eyes.
It should be noted that just now, they all thought that Jian Meng'er would win, and there was no suspense in this duel, but the result gave everyone a loud slap.
"The nameless swordsmanship, Jian Wushuang is performing the nameless swordsmanship!" Jian Xinhong's eyes were filled with intense light.
"Unknown swordsmanship?" Everyone around looked over.
"That is the supreme swordsmanship of our Sword Lord Mansion. Only the masters of the Sword Pavilion in the past have been qualified to understand it. And among the masters of the Sword Pavilion in the past, there are only three who can truly comprehend this swordsmanship. , I didn’t expect this kid to understand Wuming swordsmanship? It must be his father, yes, his father must have taught him." Jian Xinhong said with great excitement.
It's no wonder he was so excited. After all, the Wuming swordsmanship is too advanced. To understand this swordsmanship is an incredible thing.
"What nameless swordsmanship, can it be compared to the great thousand swordsmanship of my Tianyuan Sword Sect?" Shui Hanxin's face turned cold.
"Shui Hanxin, you are ignorant. Your Tianyuan Sword Sect's Daqian Swordsmanship is amazing, but that doesn't mean that there is no swordsmanship that can surpass Daqian Swordsmanship. For example, the Wuming Swordsmanship of Jianhou Mansion is better than yours." Tianyuan Sword Sect's Daqian Sword Skill is stronger." Bai Chong looked at Shui Hanxin with a sneer, "Don't believe it, if you haven't heard of Wuming Sword Skill, then you should have heard of its other name, Virtual Sword Skill."
"The virtual sword technique? The best virtual sword technique in the world?" Shui Hanxin was shocked, "You said that what Jian Wushuang just performed was the virtual sword technique?"
"That's right." Bai Chong raised the corner of his mouth and nodded: "The famous virtual swordsmanship has a total of nine swordsmanships. Among them, the last three swordsmanships, the strongest and most terrifying, are said to have been lost long ago, while the middle three swordsmanships are extremely rare and valuable. "Liancheng, even if you Tianyuan Sword Sect pays a huge price, it is difficult to get it." "But the first three sword skills of Xu Swordsmanship are not that precious, even if they are from some second-rate forces that are much weaker than your Tianyuan Sword Sect, as long as they are. Anyone who is willing to pay the price can obtain the secrets of these first three sword techniques.”
"As far as I know, two hundred years ago, the person who founded the Jianhou Mansion, the first master of the Jianhou Mansion, spent a lot of money to obtain the secret books of the first three moves of the Virtual Sword Technique. These three secret books, It’s the nameless swordsmanship!”
"And what Jian Wushuang just performed was the first sword technique of virtual sword technique, blood shadow!"
"Blood Shadow?"
When everyone heard this name, they couldn't help but recall the sword strike just now.
The sword came out as fast as a ghost, and when the sword edge fell, it brought up a flash of red, which turned into a shadow, which was the shadow of blood.
"What a terrifying sword." The big shots in the stands couldn't help but admire.
"Shui Hanxin, your precious disciple lost this battle!" Bai Chong said directly.
Shui Hanxin's face darkened.
Lost!
Defeated indeed.
On the ring, the long sword in Jian Wu's hands was still suspended in front of Jian Meng'er's neck. At this moment, as long as he pressed his palm forward slightly, Jian Meng'er's fragrance could be instantly eliminated.
"Jian Wushuang, are you satisfied now? If you are still not satisfied, just kill me." Jian Meng'er smiled sadly, but her laughter was extremely miserable.
Jian Wushuang took a deep look at Jian Meng'er, said nothing, put down the long sword, then leaned over to pick up the murderous sword that fell on the ground, and slowly stroked the sword body.
"Three Killing Sword."
After regaining the Three Kills Sword, Jian Wu's eyes had a hint of surprise, and then he raised his head to look at Jian Meng'er again, and the cold words rang heavily in Jian Meng'er's ears.
"Two months ago, I told you that the sword pavilion... will always be the sword pavilion of the sword pavilion, my father's sword pavilion, and my sword pavilion. No one else, no matter who they are, can even think of getting a foothold in it!"
"Whoever gets involved will be chopped into pieces by me!"
"No one else is to blame for what happened today. It's all your own fault!"
"It's your fault?" Jian Meng'er was startled. Her face, which had no color at all, turned pale again at this moment. She laughed at herself, her eyes looking hollow.
But at this moment...
"It's your own fault. It's a good saying. It's your own fault."
A magnificent and extremely loud voice suddenly resounded in the school grounds. Everyone looked around after hearing the sound, and then noticed the stern-faced young man who had always been standing next to Shui Hanxin.
This young man also carried a long sword on his back and stood quietly beside Shui Hanxin. He remained indifferent and did not say a word from the beginning to the end. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly raised, and his figure With one movement, two simple steps swept forward, and they appeared directly on the high platform. At the same time, a loud shout echoed in the world.
"Tianyuan Sword Sect Ye Mo, Jian Wushuang, do you dare to fight me!"
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(End of chapter)