It was a sword manual that could prevent sword cultivators from losing their way on the path of the sword.
The Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Manual had a total of nine forms. They were connected smoothly and were very classic.
The first six forms were the most basic sword theory, including drawing the sword, slashing horizontally, blocking. These were the most ordinary sword forms.
At the beginning of the seventh form, the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Manual went from simple to complex. The seven forms combined into one and released a boundless power.
The first six forms were simple. They were made up of Star Capture, Connecting Moon, Going to Water, Returning Clear, Long Mountain, and Flat Pavilion.
The last three forms were complex. They were made up of Grass Breaking Green, Eyebrows Cutting Four Seasons, and Flying Birds Stopping.
Jian Wushuang patiently dissected and explained each sword form over and over again. He tried his best to crush each sword form and send it into their minds.
All the sword cultivators sank into deep thought from their initial confusion. Then, their eyes lit up. They wished they could empty their minds and leave only this Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Manual.
Even Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and the others who were sitting in the void were digesting this knowledge.
"It's over, it's over. Not only is Brother Jian's actual combat strength heaven-defying, even his theories have reached an unimaginable level." Chen Qing placed his hand on his forehead and sighed. "This group of brats has really struck gold. Brother Jian's words will probably completely change them."
This Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Manual had a total of nine forms. It could be said to be a sword form that went from beginner to great mastery.
It completely changed the state of the sword cultivators before they received a sword path inheritance. Every sword cultivator would not be lost in the early stages.
It could be foreseen that this Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Manual would have a very far-reaching impact.
Di Qing, who had been silent all this while and only focused on Jian Wushuang, took a deep breath and softly said a conclusion.
"In less than a year, all sword cultivators, including but not limited to the Great Si Region, will know Wushuang's name."
When Di Qing, who was a Great Expansion Immortal, said such a shocking sentence, it shocked Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and all the other Expansion Immortals.
However, none of them refuted him. They all seemed to think that this sentence was incomparably correct.
"Once the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style is released, Brother Jian will definitely be supported by all sword cultivators," Chen Qing murmured. "Now that I think about it, he's too scary …"
Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, and the others didn't say anything. Instead, they subconsciously clenched their fists, their eyes blazing.
"Big Brother Jian is truly a sky-pride." Wei Liujia murmured with a burning gaze.
When Jian Wushuang used the last move, Flying Bird, he finished demonstrating all nine Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Moves.
The training hall was dead silent. Every sword cultivator had a different expression. They were trying their best to memorize the complete sword manual.
At this moment, they clearly knew that this was a new starting point, a great fortune!
If he didn't seize the opportunity this time, it would be an unimaginable loss forever.
Slowly exhaling, Jian Wushuang felt that even the battle with Chang Duoling had not been as tiring as today.
It seemed that preaching was really tiring. He would have to do it less in the future.
Then, over three thousand sword cultivators all spontaneously knelt on one knee and bowed deeply to Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang didn't like this kind of formality, but he didn't stop them. After they had all bowed, he said, "You have to practice these nine sword styles diligently. As for how far you can go, it's up to you."
"Yes!" The voices of over three thousand sword cultivators soared into the sky, their auras majestic.
At this point, Jian Wushuang's teaching was completely over. He left behind the Nine Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style.
In this excited training hall, there was one person who wasn't himself the entire time. He didn't know whether to leave or stay. He stood there like a tree, looking rather awkward.
Jian Wushuang finally looked at him. "Hey, baldy, how did you know that I killed Chang Duoling?"
The baldy sized him up again, then said, "You don't know? Now, the entire Dasi Region has gone crazy with the news that a Derived Immortal in the Six Heavens Region killed Chang Duoling by himself. I don't believe it, so I came here to exchange a few blows with that guy to find out the truth. "
Jian Wushuang said, "Then aren't you afraid that the guy who killed Chang Duoling will be in a bad mood and kill you as well?"
"I'm not afraid. I have my own immortal techniques. Even if I'm up against Chang Duoling, I'm confident that I can escape even if I can't defeat him." The baldy patted his chest confidently. "Tell me the truth. Did you really kill Chang Duoling?"
"Of course." He nodded.
"That's good. I want to spar with you now." The baldy's eyes were filled with excitement.
Jian Wushuang didn't refuse. Instead, he turned to look at the three thousand Derived Immortals in the training hall. "Now, I'll use this leaf in my hand to show you the true Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style."
"Cut the crap. Let me see if a Derived Immortal who can kill Chang Duoling exists."
The baldy smiled ferociously. Then, thousands of dark yellow Derived Force surged out from under his feet like true dragons and soared into the sky!
The peak Derived Immortal realm was revealed without a doubt. At the same time, the baldy's body suddenly expanded several times, like a true divine mountain.
Even Chen Qing, who was more than ten feet tall, looked handsome in front of the baldy.
Looking at this divine mountain-like giant, Jian Wushuang was interested.
He held a leaf in his right hand and floated forward.
"Die!" The baldy roared. He smashed his fists on the ground of the training hall. Immediately, more than ten dark yellow true dragons formed by Derived Force swept up and charged towards Jian Wushuang.
At this moment, even the sky was covered by the dark yellow Derived Force.
All the sword cultivators and top cultivators watched this scene nervously.
"What a clown." After coming to such a conclusion, Di Qing was no longer interested. He simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Chen Qing also pursed his lips. "I thought this troublemaker was a Great Derived Immortal. I didn't expect him to be just a Derived Immortal. He's really asking for a beating."
Chun Qiu, Cui Jing, and the others had similar expressions. They looked at the baldy who was struggling on the training hall as if they were looking at an idiot.
Jian Wushuang held the leaf in his right hand. His black hair danced behind him along with his clothes.
Facing the dark yellow Derived Force True Dragon that covered the sky, Jian Wushuang only made a chopping motion with his hand that held the leaf.
"Break."
Like water splitting, the ten Derived Force True Dragons that carried the violent Derived Force True Dragon were cut in half without any warning!
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