"This kendo trial tower can give you access to a higher level of swordsmanship, like the first opponent you are facing now, he is barely in the way of the sword, and if you can defeat him with swordsmanship, it will naturally be regarded as an entry. "Emperor Thirteen.

"Is he just barely getting started?" Looking at the evil young man in front of him, Jian Wushuang's gaze became sharp.

As soon as he beckoned, the Blood Peak Sword floated towards him, and was once again held in his hand.

"Then come. ”

Without hesitation, Jian Wushuang struck again.

His swordsmanship was fully unleashed, and he once again fought fiercely with this evil young man.

After a few moments, he was defeated again.

"Come again!"

Undeterred, Jian Wushuang continued to shoot.

Jian Wushuang was completely immersed in the fierce battle with this evil young man.

Although there was a huge gap between him and this evil young man in terms of understanding kendo at the beginning, as he fought again and again, Jian Wushuang's understanding of kendo had obviously improved.

"It turns out that swordsmanship can still be performed like this?"

"Coherent, smooth, the simplest swordsmanship, but the power that can be exerted is stronger than some peak swordsmanship!"

"Sword, can you still use it like this?"

He has a very high level of understanding.

He fought with this evil young man again and again, and lost again and again, but after defeat, he would summarize some of the reasons and find out his shortcomings in swordsmanship.

Or delve into some of the methods of this evil young man's swordsmanship and comprehend them.

In short, although Jian Wushuang has been crushed by the swordsmanship of the evil young man, his own understanding of kendo is also constantly improving.

Three years later, Jian Wushuang fought against this evil young man, and although he was still defeated, he no longer had the crushing momentum he had before.

Five years later, the evil young man only suppressed Jian Wushuang to a certain extent in his swordsmanship, and it would take a long time to defeat Jian Wushuang in battle.

Seventeen years later, Jian Wushuang has already fought head-on with the evil young man, and he is evenly matched in swordsmanship.

Thirty-two years later......

Clang!

The long sword rushed, a spark of lightning, and the sword Wushuang's body rushed forward violently, and the tip of the long sword in his hand also turned into a terrible lightning, and suddenly stabbed out.

It's too fast to describe in words.

Boom!

The tip of the sword pierced the body of the evil young man, and it did not pierce the body of the evil young man, only a little bit of skin, but the impact contained in the tip of the sword still made the body of the evil young man retreat a few steps.

After standing firm, the evil young man glanced up at Jian Wushuang and didn't make another move, and at the same time, his figure began to slowly dissipate.

"Did you finally defeat him?"

Seeing the evil young man in front of him dissipate, Jian Wushuang's eyes showed a hint of joy.

It's been thirty-two years since I stayed in this Kendo Trial Tower.

In the past thirty-two years, he has been fighting fiercely with this evil young man, and the two sides have fought fiercely tens of thousands of times.

From being easily ravaged and defeated by the evil young man at the beginning, he has finally defeated this evil young man.

Among them, he naturally has a huge breakthrough in swordsmanship, and his understanding of kendo has completely reached a new level.

"I was able to defeat him, not only because of the improvement of my understanding of swordsmanship, but also because I possessed Xuanluo swordsmanship, which was one of the most excellent swordsmanship in ancient times, and it also helped me a lot in swordsmanship. Jian Wushuang muttered.

However, even if he didn't use the Xuanluo swordsmanship, with only the most basic swordsmanship, Jian Wushuang should be able to compete with that evil young man.

According to what Emperor Thirteen said, he is now in the way of the sword, and he can be regarded as barely getting started.

"Just from a layman, to an entry-......" Jian Wushuang couldn't help sighing.

At this time, in the void in front of him, another figure slowly condensed.

This time, his opponent was a woman in a white robe, who was graceful and graceful, but her eyes were extremely cold.

This was the second opponent that Jian Wushuang had encountered in this Kendo Trial Tower.

In terms of swordsmanship, this white-robed woman was much more powerful than the evil young man he defeated.

Soon, the white-robed woman made a move, and Jian Wushuang also fought with all her might, but as a result, Jian Wushuang was easily defeated.

......

On the huge suspended land, the ancient black tower stood silently, and Emperor XIII sat down again.

He looked at the black tower in front of him, and his gaze became ethereal.

"Kendo ......"

"The way of the sword is boundless, although I have reached the ultimate in the way of the sword, but I still feel that my way of the sword is not perfect enough!"

"What is the most perfect kendo?"

Emperor Thirteen muttered, and his eyes slowly closed.

He has reached the top of the kendo path.

Even in the pinnacle of ancient times, there were very few people who could reach his level in kendo, and there were almost no kendo stronger than him.

But even so, he is still pursuing a higher and more perfect kendo.

There is no end to the road.

That's how kendo is.

And the sword warrior in the kendo trial tower also devoted himself to the fierce battle with one opponent after another.

While fighting fiercely, you can discover your own shortcomings in swordsmanship, comprehend them, and improve them.

And so the time went by.

Thousands of years have passed in a flash.

The Sword Dao Trial Tower is still in the boundless dark void.

Two figures were fighting wildly in the middle of the void.

Jian Wushuang held the sword in one hand, it was just a sword, and it did not show the nine heads and eighteen arms of the ancient god clan at all.

For him now, having eighteen arms and holding eighteen long swords is no different from using only one long sword.

Even with more arms, it has become a burden for him.

He took a sword in one hand, and the sword in his hand was swung at will.

Or a flat stab, or a forward split, or a sweep, or a light slash...... One style after another, without the slightest drag of mud and water.

His figure also moves at will, and between swordsmanship, he is extremely chic and elegant.

And his gaze is extremely sharp.

His opponent is an old red-haired man with a two-handed sword.

This red-haired old man's swordsmanship is weird, and it is extremely fast, and his sword intent is extremely irritable.

Jian Wushuang's heart is like stopping water, and while constantly colliding with the opponent's swordsmanship, he is also trying his best to find the opponent's flaws.

In just a moment, just as the red-haired old man swept in with a backhand sword, Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed.

The long sword in his hand swung lightly, pointing at the void, his body moved strangely, and then a blood light suddenly stabbed out.

Genra Swordsmanship...... Bloody.

Boom!

The red-haired old man's chest exploded in a cloud of blood mist, and his body was defeated.

"The sixteenth. ”

Seeing this, the corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth showed a smile.

(End of chapter)