Swoosh!
An enchanting blood-red sword light flashed out. In an instant, a surge of killing intent rose up …
"Sword-killing Movement!" Bai Chong immediately stood up and looked at the enchanting blood-red sword light in shock. "It's the second move of the Formless Swordsmanship, the Sword-killing Movement. He can perform the Sword-killing Movement?"
"Sword-killing Movement?" Shui Hanxin was also shocked. Obviously, she had heard of the Sword-killing Movement, the second move of the Formless Swordsmanship.
"Shui Hanxin, hurry up and save your disciple." Bai Chong shouted.
Shui Hanxin's eyes darkened. She stared at the two sword lights that were about to collide. Then, she sighed helplessly and rushed out.
Chi!
In the arena, the two terrifying sword lights finally collided head-on. However, the collision only lasted for a moment, and the winner was decided.
"What?"
Ye Mo widened his eyes and looked at his strongest move in disbelief. At this moment, it was crushed without any room for struggle. Then, the enchanting blood-red sword light did not weaken too much. Instead, it continued to slash toward him.
An unprecedented crisis of death immediately shrouded him.
At the critical moment, Shui Hanxin suddenly appeared in front of him. With a wave of her hand, the enchanting blood-red sword light was immediately scattered. The arena finally quieted down.
Ye Mo clenched his teeth and stared at Jian Wushuang. He was unwilling to accept this result.
But no matter how unwilling he was, there was nothing he could do. After all, he had already lost. He knew very well that if his master hadn't saved him, he would have already died. That terrifying sword was enough to easily tear his body to shreds.
Jian Wushuang, who was being stared at, was in extreme pain. His face was extremely ferocious. The damage caused by performing the Soul-Devouring Secret Skill was far more terrible than he had imagined. He had reached his limit in just a short while.
"Buzz …" The Soul-Devouring Secret Skill stopped involuntarily. Jian Wushuang's surging aura also subsided rapidly at this moment, until it was so weak that it could be ignored. His body was trembling slightly. He was extremely weak at this moment.
However, the unyielding spirit in his heart kept him from falling to the ground. At the same time, he raised his eyes and pointed the Triple-kill Sword at Shui Hanxin.
"If you're not convinced, you can fight again!"
The Sword Will that soared into the sky suddenly erupted at this moment.
At this moment, everyone on the Drill Ground couldn't help but be moved. They could all see that Jian Wushuang's aura was extremely weak, but even so, the battle intent on his body still hadn't been extinguished, and the sword intent bursting out from his body didn't weaken in the slightest.
Shui Hanxin's face was extremely cold, but her heart was filled with helplessness.
Should we fight again?
How could this be? What could they use to fight?
Today was supposed to be a feud between Jian Wushuang and Jian Meng 'er. After Jian Meng' er's defeat, Ye Mo had already gone too far by attacking her. If they continued to fight, it wouldn't be going too far, but shameless.
She, Shui Hanxin, was an Elder of the Tianyuan Sword Sect, a top expert of Jin Dan. Of course, she couldn't be shameless.
"Meng 'er." Shui Hanxin glanced at Jian Meng 'er, whose face was extremely pale, and even looked a little dull. She said in a low voice, "From today on, you will follow me to the Tianyuan Sword Sect to practice. For three years, you are not allowed to step out of the Tianyuan Sword Sect. During these three years, I will do my best to teach you."
Jian Meng 'er was stunned. Her expression was quite complicated, but then she nodded respectfully and said, "Yes."
"Jian Wushuang." Shui Hanxin looked at Jian Wushuang again with cold eyes. "You did win today's battle, but this only shows that my ability to teach disciples is limited. It doesn't mean that there is no disciple more talented than you in the Tianyuan Sword Sect. There will be plenty of time in the future. In the next three years, I will do my best to teach Meng 'er. After three years, I will ask her to come to you and compete with you again!"
"After three years, compete with me again?" Jian Wushuang slightly raised the corner of his mouth. He glanced at Jian Meng 'er, but he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.
Only Jian Wushuang knew that since Jian Meng 'er had been defeated by him today, she was no longer qualified to be his opponent from now on. After all, what he practiced was the Heavenly Creation Skill, which defied the natural order. If he continued to practice, the gap between him and Jian Meng 'er would only widen.
He didn't speak or even look at Jian Meng 'er again. Instead, he turned around and slowly walked down the arena.
"At any time!"
Jian Wushuang's cold words echoed in the Drill Ground. Under everyone's gaze, Jian Wushuang walked down the arena step by step. His steps were hurried and heavy, as if each step was very difficult. However, with each step he took, everyone present could clearly feel that the Sword Essence in his body was becoming stronger and stronger.
In everyone's eyes, Jian Wushuang's body seemed to have gained something strange.
What exactly was this thing, no one could say.
Watching Jian Wushuang walk down the arena step by step and disappear from everyone's sight, the Drill Ground was extremely quiet. No one said a word, as if everyone was shocked by the Sword Essence.
On the roof of an attic near the Drill Ground, four figures stood.
These four people looked very old, and the leader was a grey-robed old man with silver hair.
The Four Great Elders of the Sword Pavilion!
The grey-robed old man was Elder Hong.
Today was the day that the fate of Sword Pavilion would be decided. Jian Wushuang didn't disappoint the four Elders. It could even be said that he had created a miracle. It took him only two months to surpass and defeat Jian Meng 'er. This result was enough to make all the disciples of Sword Pavilion feel surprised and proud, and the four Elders were no exception. However, at this moment, the four Elders stood there, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
There wasn't the slightest trace of joy on their aged faces. Instead, there was deep worry.
"Big brother, did you see it?" An Elder asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Elder Hong nodded slowly. His eyes were fixed on Jian Wushuang's back all the time.
"His body and mind are exhausted, but his willpower is strong. His Sword Essence is soaring and will never dissipate!"
"It's the awakening of the Sword Soul, just like the Pavilion Master. It can't be wrong!"
Hearing the words "Awakening of the Sword Soul," the Elders of Sword Pavilion looked extremely solemn.
On the other hand, Old Hong raised his head and looked at the vast sky above him. For some unknown reason, the originally clear sky had suddenly darkened. Old Hong stretched out his hand and covered the sky above him. Clear and cold words slowly came out of his mouth.
"The sky is going to change!"
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