"I'm not very good at swordsmanship, but if you want to use a sword, I can accompany you!"
On the small square, Su Yi looked at Sword 11 and said. As his voice fell, he suddenly closed his eyes slightly and raised the sword in his hand to his shoulder.
In an instant, on this small square, two figures faced each other, and two invisible and powerful auras confronted each other.
A crimson Primordial Qi light and a deep black Primordial Qi light were tumbling, like flames.
The scorching temperature and powerful aura caused the surrounding void to tighten.
Under the invisible power, the disciples around dared not approach.
Looking at the two extraordinary young people in the square, the whole square fell into silence.
Everyone knew that at this time, both of them were going to use their strongest strength.
"In terms of swordsmanship, how can an outer disciple be a match for Senior Brother Sword 11!"
"Senior Brother Sword 11 cultivates swordsmanship, which comes from our Shenjian Gate and is not taught to outsiders. Outer disciples can't compare with him!"
"Don't think about it. Su Yi, the fist and palm techniques he just used are also extraordinary. They are not inferior to Senior Brother Sword 11!"
A moment later, in the tense atmosphere, someone whispered.
"Is Brother Su Yi also proficient in swordsmanship?"
Looking at the square, Zhang Qing was shocked.
"How can this guy be so strong? Is he also proficient in swordsmanship?"
In the crowd, the young man who had been taught a lesson by Su Yi in the sword hall a few days ago looked very gloomy.
"Hum, he has some strength, but he is no match for the captain!"
Among the dozens of disciples of the torture hall present, a young man looked slightly gloomy.
They were very clear about Sword 11's strength. The previous bare-handed moves were just a warm-up.
Sword 11 with a sword in his hand was the real Sword 11!
"He closed his eyes. This guy is so arrogant. Does he want to die?"
"He's too arrogant. He doesn't even look at Senior Brother Sword 11!"
Someone noticed that Su Yi's eyes were closed. This was too arrogant.
In the entire Divine Sword Sect, even the top few monstrous geniuses in the Sword Pagoda would not dare to face the Eleventh Sword so arrogantly.
On the square, a group of middle-aged men and women in deacon attire stood together and watched from afar.
"Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. Have you noticed that Su Yi seems a little strange?"
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Among the deacons, there was a look of surprise in their eyes. They seemed to have sensed that something was amiss.
"Something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it!"
A middle-aged woman said. Her eyes were fixed on Su Yi. She also felt that there was something special about him.
"I seem to feel a kind of sword essence!"
A middle-aged man spoke. From Su Yi's body, he could faintly sense a sword intent.
"Sword intent? How is that possible? That Su Yi is only at the Origin Spirit stage!"
A deacon shook his head. Sword Intent was a realm that many swordsmen dreamed of.
This state had nothing to do with cultivation, but came from the Way of the Sword.
Rumor had it that sword intent came from the unity of form, spirit, emotion, and reason. It was the coordination of the real and the illusory. It was not only an accident, but also contained within the image. It was a legendary state where a swordsman's comprehension of the sword had reached an unprecedented level. It was called sword intent.
Generally speaking, if a swordsman at the Origin Emperor stage could comprehend his own sword intent, he would already be a genius.
The Origin Spirit stage was too immature. How could he reach such a height?
One had to know that sword intent was an extension of the origin. This origin belonged only to the sword. It was the origin of the sword.
"Su Yi's body is full of mystery. Even if it's not sword intent, it's still extraordinary!"
The middle-aged deacon who had just spoken spoke. Her eyes were shining.
She could feel that the formless aura coming from that outer court disciple was definitely different from others.
Jian Shiyi was also looking at Su Yi. Under the fierce aura around him, his eyes rippled.
As the only person involved, Jian Shiyi could feel that even though that guy had closed his eyes arrogantly, it gave him a feeling that it was difficult to make a move.
Only now did Jian Shiyi know that this youth was not arrogant, but was already preparing.
The man and sword before him stood quietly. It did not seem to be a sword move, but more like a kind of aura that revealed an invisible aura.
Jian Wushuang was looking for a flaw, but that extremely ordinary and simple posture made it impossible for him to find any flaw.
It was as if no matter what angle he attacked from, the sword in Su Yi's hand would always be aimed at him.
Jian Shiyi was completely moved. As a swordsman, he would not think that this was a coincidence. Perhaps his opponent's comprehension of the sword had also reached a level that exceeded his expectations!
With his eyes slightly closed, the posture Su Yi maintained at this moment was exactly the same as the posture on the mural in the sword cave.
At some point in time, the three-foot-long sword in Su Yi's hand gradually emitted the faint sound of wind and thunder. It was filled with brilliance. A fierce aura was faintly fluctuating and rippling around him.
Jian Shiyi's face was no longer cold, and there was shock in his eyes.
The youth before him was unmoving like a mountain. It was clearly the most ordinary posture, but at this moment, it gave off an unshakable feeling. It was as if that posture contained endless potential and pressure. It was indescribably wonderful!
Jian Shiyi even seemed to be able to feel that once he attacked, the former's ordinary posture would cause a storm and a fierce attack would sweep out in all directions!
But Jian Shiyi was not an ordinary person. The sword in his hand was hissing, and his eyes were fixed on Su Yi. There was no fear. Instead, a surge of battle intent seeped out from his deep eyes and covered them.
"It seems that your accomplishments in the sword are not low. Then let's make one move. Go all out. If I win, follow me back to the torture chamber. If I lose, I'll leave the torture chamber henceforth!"
There was a black light flickering in his eyes. Jian Shiyi's eyes were filled with a fiery battle intent.
He was Jian Shiyi, and his strongest strength was in the sword in his hand. If he could not defeat the youth before him, it would become an obstacle in his cultivation path.
He had to win this battle!
"Buzz!"
As Jian Shiyi's voice faded, sword light erupted from the sword in his hand. The sword light flickered like a spirit snake swimming. At the same time, the aura of the fourth level Origin Spirit stage was completely released from his body, sweeping out with a bang.
"Pchla …"
Yuan Qi swept under his feet as Jian Shiyi's figure shot out. His figure was like a blurry black shadow that instantly disappeared.
The air tore apart, and the sword in the eleventh sword's hand vibrated at the same time. His wrist shook, and the sword light turned into a blurry shadow. The incomparably sharp air cut through the air, causing the air to ripple like water, emitting 'swoosh swoosh swoosh' sounds of breaking the wind.
In an instant, sword light exploded out one after another, practically enveloping the surrounding space.
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