To be able to destroy the immortal source of a rank six Grand Derivation Immortal, how strong was the sword dao?
And to be able to use this sword dao, how strong was it?
"In other words, the one who caused the commotion on the bone path was this junior?" The middle-aged man slowly asked.
The heroic woman immediately nodded, "That's right, I just happened to witness that battle, it was very exciting."
"If it's really him, it seems that I woke up at the right time." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a smile.
Jian Wushuang unconsciously felt a chill down his spine, he could feel that although these two sword companions did not reveal any strength, they were definitely more terrifying than rank six Grand Derivation Immortals.
Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something.
Before the immortal corpse died, it said that there were sword immortals on the bone path, could these two swordsmen be sword immortals?!
"That big guy had barely passable strength when he was alive, now that he died, his strength was at most rank three, it is not impossible for him to be killed by a powerful swordsman, but what makes me a little curious is …"
The heroic woman paused here, she looked at Jian Wushuang with interest, "Junior, that sword dao is the sword dao you created?"
Jian Wushuang heard this, after thinking for a while, he nodded, "Yes."
"If it was really created by you, your future achievements are immeasurable." The heroic woman said, then waved her hand in the air.
In an instant, a picture scroll appeared in the originally chaotic void space.
Jian Wushuang saw this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank.
That picture scroll was actually the battle between him and the immortal corpse!
In the picture scroll, the heavenly river flowed, the immortal source of the immortal corpse was finally pierced by the heavenly river, kneeling on the bone path.
Jian Wushuang never thought that the scene of their battle would be completely copied.
This heroic woman was definitely not an ordinary swordsman!
When the picture scroll finally dissipated, the middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang, his eyes shining brightly.
"Very strong indeed, I like this junior!"
"Come, come, come. Junior, fight three rounds with me. I haven't seen such a good person in a long time."
The corners of Jian Wushuang's eyes twitched as he looked at the excited middle-aged man and said, "I'm afraid that won't do. I've mistakenly entered this place and need to leave as soon as possible. If I consume too much energy, I'm afraid I'll be in a passive position for the rest of the journey."
When the middle-aged man heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "So you're in a hurry. That's even easier. If you can fight against me for three rounds, we'll let you go. If you don't want to fight, I'm afraid it's hard to say."
As he spoke, he patted the six swords at his waist.
Jian Wushuang felt a headache coming on. He could feel that these two sword companions who did not reveal their talents were definitely more terrifying than what they had shown.
It seemed that it would not be easy for him to last three rounds.
"What do you think?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and asked with a meaningful smile.
After thinking for a short while, Jian Wushuang replied, "Come on then. I'll say it first. If I can survive three rounds, you'll let me go."
"Great!" The middle-aged man laughed heartily and flew directly in front of Jian Wushuang.
The hem of his black and gold robe fluttered in the wind. He pressed his right hand on the hilts of the six swords at his waist, looking indescribably wanton.
Jian Wushuang did not hesitate and directly condensed an invisible sword in his palm.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up again. "Invisible and intangible. Using swordsmanship as a sword. Junior, you're very bold."
He immediately said, "I don't dare to call it that. My sword was destroyed, so I can only do this."
Jian Wushuang had condensed an invisible sword because Ding Beichun had destroyed the Zenith Divine Sword.
The middle-aged man smiled and said no more. He nodded slightly and said, "My name is Yan Gui. That woman is my wife, Jiang Li."
Jian Wushuang immediately cupped his hands. "Jian Wushuang."
"Unparalleled swordsmanship. Not bad. Let's begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Ancient Gazing Battlefield fell silent.
The middle-aged man named Yan Gui did not seem to intend to make the first move. He only looked at him with a smile.
Jian Wushuang calmed himself down. He was not afraid of competing in swordsmanship. He was thinking about how to draw three moves in the next round.
In the next moment, Jian Wushuang moved. Like a thunderbolt, he swung his sword at an extremely fast speed. The incomparably sharp blade slashed directly at Yan Gui.
Even a Grand Expansion Immortal would not dare to underestimate this ordinary sword.
But then, a shocking scene appeared.
Facing this sword, Yan Gui did not dodge. He stood still and raised his right hand's index and middle fingers to catch the invisible sword that was slashing down.
The invisible sword that was materialized by the unparalleled swordsmanship was actually caught by two fingers at this moment!
Jian Wushuang's pupils constricted. He realized that the invisible sword could not move an inch further!
"It's quite powerful, but it's too impetuous. It's easy to see through it," Yan Gui said with a smile. Then, he pushed it away.
Jian Wushuang retreated a few feet. He was already completely serious. Yan Gui, who did not reveal his strength at all, was now like a divine mountain that was as deep as the abyss. No one could guess what he was going to do next.
Yan Gui was still smiling. He pressed his right hand on the sword hilt at his waist and slowly walked in front of Jian Wushuang.
"Again."
Jian Wushuang calmed himself down and prepared to fight again.
However, this time, he only raised the invisible sword in his hand and was hit directly in the face.
Yan Gui's right hand that was pressing on the sword hilt at his waist suddenly flicked. A long sword was directly unsheathed. With the sword hilt as the lead, it carried boundless power and instantly smashed onto Jian Wushuang's chest.
"Bang!"
Everything happened so fast that it was over by the time Jian Wushuang realized what was going on.
He only felt that his chest was about to shatter. He retreated a few hundred feet before he could digest the huge force.
The unsheathed long sword returned to its sheath as if nothing had happened.
Yan Gui was still looking at Jian Wushuang with a smile. He always looked calm and unhurried.
Jian Wushuang secretly gritted his teeth as he rubbed his aching chest. In just two exchanges, he was in a passive position. He was almost suppressed by Yan Gui.
While he was depressed, he also had a certain understanding of Yan Gui.
"Ever since the day I started practicing the sword, just the act of unsheathing took me an entire year. During that time, I only strove to reach the maximum speed of unsheathing. Only then would I be able to gain the upper hand."
"Until now, no Derived Immortal can stop me from unsheathing."
Yan Gui blinked. "How about it? Are you interested in learning swordsmanship from me?"
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang could not help but secretly click his tongue.
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