One of the two sword lights was majestic, forming a gorgeous and beautiful Sword River.
The other one was cold, dazzling, and fleeting.
Both sword lights were extremely terrifying, but they were very different.
If the Sword River displayed by Jian Meng 'er was equivalent to a Heaven and Earth Giant with the power to crush everything, then the cold sword light displayed by Jian Wushuang was like an omnipresent assassin in the Void, the King of Killing!
Even though the Heaven and Earth Giant had the power to crush everything, as the King of Killing and a top assassin, was it necessary to compete with him in terms of strength? Of course not.
Swish!
The fleeting sword light appeared again, bypassing the long and gorgeous Sword River, and appeared directly in front of Jian Meng 'er. Before she could react, the sword light had already passed through her wrist.
Blood splattered, and the Triple-kill Sword fell to the ground with a clang.
Jian Wushuang appeared in front of Jian Meng 'er, with the Long Sword in his hand pointing at her throat. Finally, it stopped less than half a centimeter away from her throat. At such a close distance, the coldness of the Sword Edge suddenly made Jian Meng' er's heart tremble. Her beautiful face turned pale at this moment, without a trace of blood.
Time seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.
On the Drill Ground, everyone widened their eyes and looked at the scene on the high platform in disbelief.
"He, he won?"
"Jian Meng 'er lost!"
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
The next moment, the whole Drill Ground was filled with roars and exclamations.
On the grandstand …
"Impossible!" Shui Hanxin, who was calm and confident in Jian Meng 'er, was the first to stand up. At this moment, the expression on her face was also colorful.
"How could it be?" Jian Lan was completely stunned. He could not believe that everything in front of him was actually true.
"She lost. Jian Meng 'er, who displayed the Boundless Heaven Sword Art, lost?" The bigwigs on the grandstand looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.
Just a moment ago, they all thought that Jian Meng 'er would win, and there was no suspense in this duel. However, the result was a resounding slap to everyone's face.
"Anonymous Sword Art, Jian Wushuang displayed the Anonymous Sword Art!" Jian Xinhong's eyes shone with a strong light.
"Anonymous Sword Art?" The people around looked over.
"That's the supreme Sword Art of Sword Marquis Mansion. All along, only the Sword Pavilion Masters were qualified to comprehend it. Among the Sword Pavilion masters, only three could really comprehend it. I didn't expect this boy to have comprehended it. It must be his father. Yes, his father must have taught him, "Jian Xinhong said excitedly.
He could not be blamed for being so agitated. After all, the Nameless Sword Art was too profound. It was an unbelievable thing to comprehend this sword art.
"What Anonymous Sword Art? Is it comparable to the Boundless Heaven Sword Art of Tianyuan Sword Sect?" Shui Hanxin's face turned cold.
"Shui Hanxin, you're ignorant. The Boundless Heaven Sword Art of Tianyuan Sword Sect is amazing, but it doesn't mean that there is no other Sword Art that can surpass it. For example, the Anonymous Sword Art of Sword Marquis Mansion is stronger than the Boundless Heaven Sword Art of Tianyuan Sword Sect." Bai Chong sneered and looked at Shui Hanxin. "Believe me. If you haven't heard of the Anonymous Sword Art, you should have heard of its other name, Formless Sword Art."
"Formless Sword Art? The best Formless Sword Art in the world? "Shui Hanxin was shocked." You mean Jian Wushuang just displayed the Formless Sword Art? "
"That's right." Bai Chong curled up the corners of his mouth and nodded. "The famous Formless Sword Art has nine moves in total. It is said that the last three moves, which are the most powerful and terrifying, have long been lost. The middle three moves are extremely rare and priceless. Even if Tianyuan Sword Sect pays a great price, you can't get them."
"But the first three moves of the Formless Swordsmanship are not that precious. Even some second-rate forces, which are much weaker than your Tianyuan Sword Sect, can get the manual as long as they are willing to pay the price."
"As far as I know, 200 years ago, the founder of Sword Marquis Mansion, the first Mansion Master of Sword Marquis Mansion, paid a great price to get the first three moves of the Formless Sword Art. These three moves are the Anonymous Sword Art!"
"And what Jian Wushuang just displayed is the first move of the Formless Sword Art, Blood Shadow!"
"Blood Shadow?"
Hearing this name, everyone involuntarily recalled the sword move just now.
The sword was as fast as a ghost. As the sword fell, it brought a touch of red, which then turned into a shadow, which was Blood Shadow.
"What a terrible sword move!" The big shots in the stands could not help but admire it.
"Shui Hanxin, your precious disciple has lost this battle!" Bai Chong said directly.
Shui Hanxin's face darkened.
Lost!
She had indeed lost.
In the arena, Jian Wushuang's Long Sword was still suspended in front of her neck. At this moment, if he pushed his palm forward slightly, she would immediately die.
"Jian Wushuang, are you satisfied now? If not, just kill me. "Jian Meng 'er laughed bitterly, but her laughter was extremely miserable.
Jian Wushuang looked at her deeply, did not speak, and put down his Long Sword. Then, he bent down to pick up the Killing Sword full of killing intent on the ground and slowly stroked the blade.
"Triple-kill Sword."
After taking back the Triple-kill Sword, Jian Wushuang was pleasantly surprised. Then, he looked up at Jian Meng 'er again and said coldly in her ears.
"Two months ago, I told you that the Sword Pavilion … will always belong to the Sword Pavilion. It's my father's Sword Pavilion. It's my Sword Pavilion. No one, no matter who they are, can even dream of touching it!"
"Whoever touches it, I'll chop him up!"
"You can't blame anyone for what happened today. You only have yourself to blame!"
"I only have myself to blame?" Jian Meng 'er was stunned. Her already pale face turned even paler at this moment. She laughed self-deprecatingly, her eyes hollow.
But at this moment …
"You only have yourself to blame? You only have yourself to blame."
A magnificent and incomparably loud voice suddenly resounded in the Drill Ground. Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice and noticed the cold-faced young man who had been standing beside Shui Hanxin all this time.
The young man also carried a Long Sword on his back and stood quietly beside Shui Hanxin. From beginning to end, he was indifferent and did not say a word. But at this moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and moved his body. With two simple steps, he directly appeared on the high platform. At the same time, a loud shout reverberated between heaven and earth.
"Ye Mo of the Tianyuan Sword Sect, Jian Wushuang, dare to fight with me?"
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