Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4888: Flowing Cloud Grass Sword Style (Part 1)

So Jian Wushuang's question was a question of nothing, even the three Yanxian Jianxiu lowered their heads in embarrassment.

And this kind of result is roughly the same as he had guessed. It would be really amazing if there was a sword repairer who realized his own kendo.

"Since there are none, it means that there is still a strong plasticity. It is not a bad thing." Jian Wushuang said afterwards, "Among you, how many of you specialize in swords?"

All the sword repairmen looked at each other, and like the previous few times, no one stood up.

There are nearly three thousand sword repairmen, in the final analysis, they are still focusing on the cultivation of the power, and the ultimate goal is to give birth to the source of immortality.

Compared to the ethereal sword fairy, becoming a Yanxian is much more reliable.

As Jian Wushuang said earlier, taking the sword as the way is too illusory. Even if there is Dingxiu's persistence, it will inevitably give up due to various results.

The path of kendo is not accomplished overnight. It is not an overly clear goal. It can only be clear on the path of continuous advancement.

Even though there are thousands of supreme true swords in this great Yanhuan, they are nothing but a medium, a medium for Yanxian to increase the damage of his moves to the highest level.

And these sword repairs also become sword repairs because of this principle.

In simple terms, their sword repairing is actually serving Yanli Avenue.

At this moment, among the three sword cultivation immortals, one facing the old man, said, “Sword Tianguan, if you look at it by your standards, I’m afraid that I’m just a dying thing. Real kendo, I am afraid that I will not be able to comprehend Dao after waiting my life."

"But now that the sword heaven official appeared, I waited to see the real swordsmanship, and I was very emotional. I only hope that the sword heaven official can give some insights and let us find the right way."

After he finished speaking, he solemnly saluted Jian Wushuang, and more than three thousand sword repairmen also saluted at the same time.

The way of repairing the sword was too illusory, and they were able to stick to it so far. This is a pretty remarkable thing.

After listening to these words, Jian Wushuang didn't say much, his hands released his strength and turned into a breeze to hold them all up.

"I should accept everything you said."

All the sword repairers were extremely excited at this moment, "Thank Jian Tianguan!"

The ability to slay a third-ranked Great Yanxian with a pure sword without a trace of strength, such as shocking and horrifying, and there has never been a precedent deeds, has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

It turns out that true kendo is such a mighty power.

In fact, since standing on this Fanglun Sword Dojo field, Jian Wushuang has already planned to create a sword doctrine that they can control for these top repairers who insist on the path of sword repair.

After holding up all the sword repairs in the dojo, he stood quietly in the center of the dojo, as if waiting for something.

The dojo was extremely silent, and no one of the top Xiu spoke, all looking forward to Jian Wushuang.

Time is passing by, and Jian Wushuang is also a little puzzled at this moment. Xu Jin, who was invited to pick a weed by him, should have come back long ago. She hasn't come back yet, could it be What happened?

Just as he was wondering, an extremely strong and thick streamer rushed from the sky, full of majestic momentum.

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he noticed something unkind from the visitors.

The next moment, that powerful streamer suddenly came!

"Boom!"

The entire dojo was shaken.

The visitor was a sturdy bald man with a fierce face. He had a naked chest and only a wide animal skin tied around his waist. His whole figure looked wild and oppressive.

In his left hand, Xu Jin, with a swollen nose and swollen nose, almost passed out.

Seeing this scene, Chen Qing outside the dojo screamed secretly and wanted to go up and knock the troublemaker to the ground.

But Diqing pulled him back, "Don't go now, Wushuang can solve it."

When Chen Qing heard the words, he didn't force it anymore, but stared at the bald man with bull eyes, ready to fight at any time.

Without waiting for Jian Wushuang to speak, the bald man carrying Xu Jin said loudly, "Who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling? Who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling..."

After several bursts, Jian Wushuang's eardrums were a little buzzing.

His complexion gradually became bad, "It's me."

The bald man was startled, then he looked up and down at Jian Wushuang, as if he didn't believe him at all, "Just you? A mere peak of Yanxian can kill Chang Duoling?"

"Why, do you want to try?" Jian Wushuang's voice gradually became colder.

The bald man smiled grinningly when he heard the words, "Of course, I am here today, just to try your depth!"

Looking at the exposing man in front of him, Jian Wushuang is obviously lacking in interest, "There is no time now. You stand aside first, maybe after I finish your course, maybe you can do something with you."

"I don't follow, now I have to compete with you!" he said impatiently.

The sword has no double-faced side, and suddenly took a step, and then a million ray of light sword intent rushed into the sky, causing great changes in the world!

"I'll say it again, if you dare to mess around, don't blame me for throwing you out!"

Looking at the majestic sword intent that rushed towards Xiao Han, the bald man swallowed subconsciously, "Okay, then wait for you..."

Converging his sword intent, Jian Wushuang said in a maddening voice, "Also, let him go, now he is my disciple."

The bald man then threw Xu Jin aside.

Wipe off the blood from the corners of her mouth, Xu Jin got up with difficulty, and then came to Jian Wushuang with vain steps.

Then he tremblingly took out a blade of sharp grass weed from his arms, and smiled reluctantly, "Jian Tianguan, I sent the grass, but fortunately it was not broken."

He reached out and took the weed, Jian Wushuang asked, "Did he hit?"

A touch of embarrassment and sadness flashed in Xu Jin's eyes, and she nodded.

Jian Wushuang was not talking, waved his hand to release a wisp of breeze to support him to the edge of the dojo, and then began to do the next thing.

Looking at the seven-leaf weed in his hand, Jian Wushuang randomly folded a leaf and placed it in his hand.

"Next, I want to teach you the sword intent from simple to complex. This sword intent is my temporary realization. For you, it should be a brand new starting point."

"This sword intent has a total of nine sword styles, which are developed step by step. Although each sword style seems to be unrelated, they complement each other. It is also the principle from simple to deep, from simple to complex."

Jian Wu held the blade of grass in his hands and pointed it towards the clouded sky.

"For the time being, call it Flowing Cloud Grass Sword."

Four simple characters can completely summarize the nine sword intents. I am afraid that even Jian Wushuang now will not know how terrible the effect of the flowing cloud grass sword he created will be in the future. How far-reaching.