The Sword Will and Sword Dao formed their own mountains and seas. They had no name for each other.
Even if he did not use sword intent to form a sword blade, Jian Wushuang was confident that he could unleash one hundred percent of the Unparalleled Sword Dao's sword power with just a branch and a straw.
Previously, in the Divine Power Universe's Cloud Palace, he had discussed the sword with Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi for more than a hundred thousand years. He had used a peach blossom branch.
As the shapeless long sword was formed, Ding Beichun's aura turned cold, as if he had become a sword himself.
Wisps of shapeless sword intent escaped from every pore of his body. On his naked upper body, the Flowing Cloud Water Pattern began to ripple, like a rising river or sea.
As he pointed his sword forward, thousands of water ripples appeared on the blade, as if a dragon was ready to strike.
"My Sword Dao is called the Northern Spring Seven Swords. Although it is called Seven Swords, I only have three swords. I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete the remaining four sword intents."
Ding Beichun said slowly, "However, my three swords have forced back six thousand Peak Ascension cultivators. I have never tasted defeat. Today, I would like to invite you to take a look."
Upon hearing this, Jian Wushuang said, "Don't overdo it."
A ripple appeared in the air. Ding Beichun stood still, but his aura suddenly became dense with the shapeless sword in his hand.
Only then did Jian Wushuang realize that the Flowing Cloud Water Pattern on Ding Beichun's body was not a pattern, but a sword intent that had materialized!
Every Flowing Cloud Water Pattern was a sword intent. At this moment, almost half of the space in the Heavenly Moat Abyss was covered by Ding Beichun's Sword Dao.
As if there were a million swords above his head, an unprecedented pressure made Jian Wushuang solemn.
The "Star" sword intent had forced Ding Beichun to retreat.
The "River" sword intent also rose. An even more vigorous and majestic sword intent turned into a surging Heavenly River, drooping down from Jian Wushuang's sleeves.
Jian Wushuang now understood the first two moves of the Unparalleled Sword Dao and the Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent.
The word 'star' and the word 'river' complemented each other and had their own unique sword moves.
These two sword essences were the framework and cornerstone of the entire Unparalleled Sword Principle, so that there was no crushing situation between the two of them. Both of them were peerless sword essences with powerful auras and endless momentum.
Perhaps only the last two moves, Lake and Sea, would have an even more terrifying and breathtaking performance.
The so-called Sword Dao, Sword Technique, and Sword Intent.
No matter how extravagant the packaging was, in the end, it was just a killing technique. The ultimate goal was to become even more tyrannical and limitless.
This time, it was Jian Wushuang who made the first move.
With a single sword strike, the long river of swords surged toward Ding Beichun.
Jian Wushuang was no longer sitting on the river. Instead, he stood on the spot and raised his hand to condense an invisible sword. He buried it in the Sword Waterfall river and faced the attack head-on!
At this moment, there was only fanaticism in Ding Beichun's eyes. The sword patterns on his body had been personally carved by his master. A full-power attack could make 6,000 top-level cultivators retreat.
If his sword was defeated, did it mean that the young man in front of him really had the strength to fight against his master?
The dazzling flowing cloud ripples surged like hundreds of shocking dragons, coiling around each other and sweeping over.
Two Sword Daos that both belonged to the pinnacle collided.
The young Emperor, who was watching from afar, was shocked again. Almost without thinking, he quickly retreated from the Heavenly Moat Abyss.
"Buzz … Boom!"
The earth-shaking collision tore apart everything in sight.
The sea of purple-red magma surged and leaped thousands of feet high, crazily devouring the last piece of land.
At the same time, the entire black stone hall began to collapse. The tens of thousands of swords hanging high in the sky trembled in unison and then broke together.
Such an earth-shattering collision shook the entire Sword Heaven and Earth. At the same time, the invisible aftershock spread across half of the Heaven Realm.
The fairies, who were still washing up in the sea of flowers, were the first to feel the aftershock. They all looked in the direction of the Sword Heaven in bewilderment.
"Sister, isn't that a place forbidden by the Emperor? Why is there such a loud noise?" The yellow-robed fairy asked anxiously. "Should we report to the Emperor?"
The white-robed fairy raised her slender hand and signaled for silence. "Don't bother about what we shouldn't ask. Someone from the Heavenly Court will investigate."
When the other fairies heard this, they didn't say anything else and continued washing up.
Only the white-robed fairy had a hint of hesitation in her eyes. At this moment, only the Little Imperial Emperor had the authority to enter the Sword Heaven.
However, what was his purpose in entering?
Thinking of this, a ray of light formed from derivation power spread out from her hand and quickly swept into the clouds and disappeared.
At the same time, Uncle Yu, who was meditating on the Zephyr Platform, suddenly opened his eyes and disappeared in the next moment.
More than half of the black stone hall was damaged. Even the ground was split open for thousands of miles. The purple-red magma seemed to be boiling the sky.
Beneath the ground that was as deep as an abyss, three figures stood above the magma.
Ding Beichun, whose upper body was naked, was panting heavily. Although Jian Wushuang looked indifferent, his palm, which was faintly oozing blood, seemed to indicate that he had not won easily.
In the previous exchange, although Jian Wushuang had added a Sword of Absolute Swordplay to the River Style Sword Essence, he had almost lost.
He didn't expect that Ding Beichun's Sword Principle had hidden three Sword Essences.
Combining three Sword Essences into one was a sword.
It had to be said that Ding Beichun's Sword Principle was extremely powerful. It had an indomitable aura, which made Jian Wushuang feel that it was similar to Ding Baiyi's Sword of Absolute Swordplay.
However, even so, Jian Wushuang still won. He didn't win in terms of realm or derivation power. He won purely in terms of Sword Principle.
After Ding Beichun calmed his breathing, he cupped his hands at Jian Wushuang. "Brother Jian, I lost."
"Continue to cultivate diligently. When your Sword Principle is perfected, come find me to prove your Dao," Jian Wushuang replied with a smile.
When Ding Beichun heard that, he also smiled and said, "If my Sword Principle is perfected one day, I will definitely prove my Dao to you, Brother Jian."
The young Emperor floated between the two of them and asked in confusion, "Speaking of which, do you guys smell anything?"
Ding Beichun was stunned. Then, he slowly turned his head to look at the 10,000-foot-long cauldron that had been swallowed by the magma.
"My, my cauldron!"
A gust of wind blew, and his body expanded rapidly. He jumped into the magma and carried the huge cauldron out.
However, it was too late. The brilliance in the cauldron that was like the sun was no longer there. It had become extremely dim.
Ding Beichun's hands trembled as he slowly opened the cauldron.
Immediately, countless wisps of choking black smoke rushed out.
"Brother Jian, your sword seems to have been destroyed …" With a long face, he reached out and took out a sword embryo that was beyond recognition from the cauldron.
Jian Wushuang was speechless.
The young Emperor said, "Beichun, have you thought about how to get beaten up?"
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