Ding Beichun grinned, his eyes never leaving the Zenith Divine Sword. "Don't worry, there is no real sword in this world that I, Ding Beichun, can't handle."
"Speaking of which, to be able to use such a real sword, Brother Jian must have already comprehended his own Sword Dao."
The young Imperial Emperor smiled and then raised his eyebrows. "Beichun, if I say that his Sword Dao and sword intent will not be inferior to your master's in the future, would you believe me?"
Ding Beichun looked up at Jian Wushuang in disbelief. "Surpass my master? Brother Yan, don't joke. I have not seen anyone surpass my master in the Sword Dao so far. "
"Haven't you seen it now?" The young Imperial Emperor said.
The light in Ding Beichun's eyes grew brighter. "Brother Jian, are you a sword immortal?"
Upon hearing that, Jian Wushuang shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I can't be considered a sword immortal. At most, I have my own understanding of the Sword Dao."
"That's great. I cultivated the Sword Dao with my master in the past. Later on, my Sword Dao stagnated and I began to forge swords," Ding Beichun said excitedly. "Brother Jian, why don't we spar? I haven't sparred with anyone in a long time."
"Nonsense, we're here." Before the young Imperial Emperor could finish speaking, Jian Wushuang stopped him.
He said, "We happen to have nothing to do. Brother Beichun and I can spar here."
"I'll go prepare now." After saying that, Ding Beichun hurriedly leaped towards the cauldron that was tens of thousands of feet tall.
Controlling a huge force to turn the lid of the cauldron, Ding Beichun hurriedly threw the Zenith Divine Sword in and then flew back in front of the two.
"Are you alright just throwing the sword in like that?" The young Imperial Emperor was puzzled.
"Don't worry. The first step to reforge the sword is to smelt the sword embryo. I know what I'm doing." Ding Beichun was already a little impatient. "Brother Jian, shall we begin?"
Jian Wushuang smiled and nodded. He took a small step back and moved a thousand feet away. He had already set up the array.
Ding Beichun did not say anything else. He raised one hand and a real sword broke through the sky and landed in his palm.
Holding the True Sword, his entire aura condensed. Like an unsheathed Absolute Sword, he pressed forward courageously.
The iron shavings fell off, revealing a handsome face. His naked upper body seemed to have Sword Dao flowing around it, as well as flowing clouds and water patterns.
Jian Wushuang held his breath and concentrated. The shapeless longsword formed by the Unparalleled Sword Principle appeared in his hand.
When Ding Beichun saw this scene, the light in his eyes became even brighter. Even though he had seen countless swords, he had only seen it a few times.
Moreover, those who could do this were all great sword cultivators.
When the young Emperor saw this austere scene, he retreated helplessly.
No one could dissuade the Sword Maniac.
In the next moment, Ding Beichun was the first to move, bringing with him a vast Sword Will.
In just an instant, the two swords clashed against each other.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!
It looked like a single clash of swords, but in reality, they had already exchanged tens of thousands of blows!
The sharp longsword swung wildly. At this moment, Ding Beichun seemed to be immersed in sword-forging. Without any fancy moves, he quickly slashed down with the Sword One.
If it were any other Derived Immortal, they would have already perished under this slash.
Even Jian Wushuang felt great pressure. Not only could this guy swing a hammer, but he could also swing a sword without any hesitation.
Although Jian Wushuang did not retreat under this wide slash, the ground under his feet had already cracked into a deep gully.
However, in the following clash, the True Sword in Ding Beichun's hand could no longer adapt to such a high-intensity confrontation. It was directly slashed into two by Jian Wushuang.
"Satisfying." Ding Beichun, who was forced to retreat a thousand feet, laughed heartily. After casually throwing away the broken sword, he drew a True Sword from the sky.
"Brother Sword, next is my Sword Will," he said in a low voice. The flowing clouds and water patterns on his body began to surge.
The derivation power of the entire Heavenly Moat Abyss seemed to have been awakened by him. Along with a huge amount of purple-red lava, a treasure image materialized behind him.
An indescribable pressure came crashing down. Jian Wushuang took half a step back with his right foot. He held the invisible longsword in his hand horizontally in front of him.
Facing the huge treasure image in front of him, he was extremely calm. It was as if he was already used to it.
After Ding Beichun condensed this Sword Will treasure image, he directly raised the True Sword in his hand and slashed at Jian Wushuang.
"Rumble!"
The space was torn apart. The purple-red lava was surging. The treasure image was not holding a longsword. It was a blunt weapon.
The blunt weapon, which was like a huge hammer, smashed down heavily. Jian Wushuang also summoned the Star River Lake Sea Sword Will at this moment.
The Star Sword Will was fully unleashed. A similarly huge Unparalleled Treasure Image appeared. It put its palms together and brazenly faced the attack.
When the young Imperial Emperor saw this scene, he directly leaped and flew in the next moment.
Boom!
There was an unparalleled explosion. The two Treasure Images were annihilated at the same time. It caused the world to shake. Endless astral winds violently tore apart the space.
Almost at the same time as the two Treasure Images collided, a black-robed ranger broke through the explosion and resolutely slashed at Ding Beichun.
Clang!
Ding Beichun hurriedly raised his sword to resist. He did not expect the True Sword in his hand to be cut into two.
The tip of a sword that seemed to be condensed from flowing clouds was then pressed against his neck.
Everything was too fast. From the first exchange to the first collision of Sword Dao, only 100 breaths of time had passed.
However, it was within this 100 breaths of time that the current situation was formed.
Jian Wushuang's sword that was pressed against his neck. Even if it could not directly kill him, it could definitely severely injure him.
Once he was severely injured in a collision of this level, the only outcome would be death.
However, Ding Beichun could not believe that he had been defeated just like that. It was simply a smooth defeat.
He was a little aggrieved. He had clearly only used the first Sword Dao, and the current situation had already occurred.
Jian Wushuang had also left a deep impression on him.
His attacks were ruthless and did not hesitate at all. He was a very strong opponent.
Jian Wushuang seemed to have seen the aggrieved look in Ding Beichun's eyes. He smiled and retreated hundreds of feet away with his sword on his back.
"Again."
Ding Beichun's eyes lit up. Although he already knew the gap between him and Jian Wushuang, he was unwilling to give up such an opportunity and chose to fight again.
This time, he did not receive the True Sword in the sky. Instead, like Jian Wushuang, he slowly condensed an invisible sword.
This was condensed from his own Sword Dao comprehension. It was the sword blade that was most compatible with him.
However, because there was no materialized sword blade, the power that it exerted was extremely unstable.
For example, although Ding Beichun had also condensed an invisible sword, his Sword Intent fluctuated violently. It seemed that it could dissipate at any time.
On the other hand, Jian Wushuang's Invisible Longsword was never unstable.
This was the Sword Intent that he had comprehended in the Land of Sorrows. He had already tempered it to the peak.
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