At this moment, Yan Gui turned a deaf ear to Jiang Li's reprimand. His eyes were focused on the sword screen.
After a long while, he said in an uncertain tone, "This junior seems to have broken through my sword."
Jiang Li, who was about to wave his hand to stop the tragedy from happening, stopped his hand in midair when he heard this. He turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"
"This junior seems like he's going to break through my sword …."
As if to confirm his thoughts, the grass sword, which had been on the verge of collapsing, actually stopped shattering and began to rapidly reform.
In the next moment, the grass sword, which had almost collapsed, reformed with an even more vigorous sword momentum. While carrying a tenacious and majestic momentum, it once again pierced towards the sword screen that filled the sky.
"Rumble!"
It was as if the Heavenly Dao had collapsed and the earth had caved in. Everything was in a state of destruction.
This was the final collision of the two supreme sword wills, so much so that even Yan Li was overshadowed at this moment.
This explosion, which was intense enough to destroy the path of bones, lasted for a relatively long time.
When the boundless sword screen had completely shattered and the incomparably emerald sword wills had dissipated, a black-robed figure slowly walked out on the broken path of bones.
Jian Wushuang's expression was still calm, but a trace of dark red appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although he had calculated everything that could happen, he was still injured. Fortunately, he had made the right bet.
The Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Form was not as exquisite, majestic, and unparalleled as the Unparalleled Sword Principle, but at this moment, he had successfully helped Jian Wushuang win this move.
The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth curled up slightly. The injuries he suffered in this competition were almost negligible.
And all of this was because he had used the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Form.
If Jian Wushuang had used the Unparalleled Sword Principle, he would have been able to withstand Yan Gui's full-strength attack, but he would have had to pay a heavy price.
This was because this was a sword immortal's attack.
Jian Wushuang did not want to see a situation where he had to pay a heavy price. This was because in the following path of bones, any damage to his body would be akin to a death sentence.
Therefore, Jian Wushuang didn't choose to take it head-on. Instead, he used the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style.
The meaning of the Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style, which went from simple to complex, was tenacity and rebirth. This was enough for him to use the least amount of energy to face the attack.
Fortunately, he succeeded in breaking the surface with a single point.
Walking out of the center of the explosion, Jian Wushuang was completely unscathed. Not even a speck of dust could be seen on his robes. He calmly arrived before Jiang Li and Yan Bei.
At this moment, the sword couple and the two sword immortals recovered from their shock.
The two of them looked at each other, then turned to look at Jian Wushuang.
To be able to rely on the strength of a swordsman to forcefully receive an attack from a sword immortal, no matter which heaven region it was, it would not be something that would convince Yan Xian.
However, this scene actually happened.
Yan Gui took a deep breath and said, "Junior, your performance has truly exceeded our expectations. Even if your Sword Dao doesn't advance any further, it'll probably be sufficient for you to ascend to the Sword Immortal Realm in less than a year."
Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said, "Senior, you flatter me. Sword cultivation is in the heart. Everything depends on one's own fortune."
"There's still one last strike. If I win, can the two of you let me leave?"
Jiang Li and Yan Bei looked at each other. Then, they did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Are we so terrifying that you don't want to stay a moment longer?"
"Uh, I can be considered approachable …" Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. "However, I really have important matters to attend to. I need to leave this place as soon as possible."
"If that's the case, if I continue to obstruct you, it will seem somewhat unrestrained," Yan Bei said with a smile. "The competition of this last strike is already meaningless. You have already proven yourself to me."
Jian Wushuang was secretly delighted when he heard this. Walking out of the sword immortal's attack unscathed was undoubtedly the best situation.
"Then I'll thank you here."
Yan Bei nodded with a smile. Then, he secretly glanced at Jiang Li beside him. He quickly came before Jian Wushuang and hugged his shoulder.
This action made Jian Wushuang a little confused.
Looking at Yan Bei's face, which was full of evil intentions, he inexplicably felt a chill run down his back.
"Senior, you're …"
"Cough cough, junior … no, little brother Jian, do you want to be my disciple?"
Yan Gui cleared his throat and looked at him with anticipation and sincerity.
Jian Wushuang did not know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. Then, he said, "Senior, I already have a master. I'm afraid I can't."
Yan Bei did not expect such an answer. He immediately became anxious. "Little brother, you must know that you can't just randomly acknowledge a master. You have to find the one that is most compatible with you. That's the best."
When he said this, he patted his chest with his hand. "Little brother, as long as you acknowledge me as your master, my master's wife and I will pass on our lifetime comprehension to you. Think about it."
With two sword immortals by his side and such a tempting offer, it was enough to make any swordsman in the Heaven Region go crazy.
However, Jian Wushuang still shook his head. "Senior, I already have a master. I really can't."
Yan Bei was speechless. He had never expected that he could not even be someone's master with such a generous offer …
At this moment, Jiang Li quietly appeared behind him and sent him flying with a slap.
"Old man, how many years have passed? You're still so unstingy." Jiang Li scolded angrily. Then, he looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "Little fellow, go. We'll meet again if fate allows it."
Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."
Just as he was about to turn and leave, Yan Bei's voice sounded again. "Wait!"
Jian Wushuang stopped and looked helplessly at Yan Bei who had caught up with him again.
Before he could react, Yan Bei directly took his right hand and tapped his wrist with his index and middle fingers.
Then, a True Sword imprint the size of an index finger was imprinted on his wrist.
Jian Wushuang hurriedly retracted his wrist, trying to force the imprint out with Yan Bei.
"Don't waste your effort, little brother. This imprint is of no harm to you. It's a sword intent of mine. It can detect where you are. If you're in danger, your master's wife and I will save you immediately …"
Before he could finish his words, he was sent flying with another slap. Jiang Li put one hand on his waist, his face full of anger.
"What a disrespectful old man. You're a sword immortal in vain."
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. He had been so disobedient, yet he had gotten two masters for free. It was simply unimaginable.
After silently sympathizing with Yan Bei who had been beaten, he solemnly bade farewell to the two sword immortals and continued on his way to the end of the road of bones.
After seeing Jian Wushuang leave, the originally dejected Yan Bei immediately became energetic and ran to Jiang Li excitedly. "How was it? How was our disciple?"
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