A suburb.
A forest glade.
A barrier separates the inside and outside.
It is a small world of its own.
Covering the two opposing sides holding swords.
Two people, a man and a woman.
No matter which one they are, they are all extraordinary strong men who are qualified to reach the pinnacle of martial arts. They are already familiar with each other.
No need to talk too much, everything is in the sword.
Once, twice, three times.
Five times, ten times, a hundred times.
A common sword strike without a name.
A unique sword skill that is famous all over the world.
What's more, if he performs it, he will definitely have an earth-shattering secret skill.
The woman has a majestic fighting spirit, which complements the red sword in her hand.
Under the new moon, the sword energy is strong, like the rising sun, the sword light is dazzling, and the edge is formidable.
Men, on the other hand, have no aura at all.
Because all his energy and spirit have been completely restrained, not a trace of it is leaking out, and all flows into the sword in his hand.
Only in the collision of swords, when men and women compete with each other, will there be some clues.
The man didn't just strike out once, but struck out twelve strikes in a row.
A knife is faster than a knife, and a knife is stronger than a knife.
The power is greater, the intention of the knife is stronger, but the trajectory of the knife is exactly the same, as if it is a repeat of the first knife.
If this move were performed by an ordinary martial artist, a woman would not even look at it and would just dismiss it casually.
But in the hands of men, there is the power to turn decay into magic.
Obviously his muscle density, physical strength, and strength are not as good as those of women, but he was shocked to the point of numbness in his wrists after the twelve blows.
The moment the sword light dissipated, the woman rubbed her wrist and secretly said a pity.
If there were a few more cuts, maybe fifteen, my hand might not be able to hold it anymore.
But now that she had held on, it was up to her to respond.
Shifting her weight from her left hand to her right hand, the woman raised her sword again.
The sword strike just now was relatively subtle, but this one will be very heavy.
Yes, heavy.
The woman's weight is not too heavy.
Although the True Red Sword is a large sword, its weight is limited.
The real hit is the sword energy on the sword.
As long as the strength can support it and the sword itself can withstand it, it can hit ten times or a hundred times the weight.
It was like a main battle tank charging head-on, or like a large phantom beast pressing down heavily.
This sword is very simple. It sweeps across in one move, like a mountain rising across the sky, leaving you with no way to avoid it.
You made it impossible for me to avoid the twelve consecutive slashes just now, and I also made it impossible for you to dodge this horizontal sword strike.
As expected, the man didn't dodge, he raised his sword vertically, just as easily.
It's just that it doesn't have the indomitable momentum of a woman, but is like a weightless feather, being carried dozens of subdistances by the mountain-like epee before landing floating on the ground.
Seeing such a clever way of resolving the problem, the woman stopped commenting and spoke directly:
"Okay, it seems that you have indeed learned a lot from the 'Wind Sword Master'. The sword just now and this sword are both very good."
"Too bad it's of no use to you."
The man did not rush to close the distance. He stood there and moved his arms to relieve the tremors. The sword in return was also difficult to receive.
"Because I also fought with him, and it may have lasted a little longer than you." The woman smiled and shouldered the sword.
The man shrugged his shoulders and said nothing because he already knew.
The woman stepped forward, her fighting spirit becoming more and more high: "At this time, aren't you still transforming? You still feel that you don't need to transform to catch my King Sword."
"No, I'm not that arrogant yet."
The man shook his head and slowly exhaled. He still hadn't released his trump card, but he hadn't done anything either.
I saw a man holding a knife across his chest, holding a knife in one hand and a shadow in the other.
The non-human aura flowed from his hands, staining the originally clear blade with an unknown black-red color.
"Is it just partial liberation and precise control? Interesting." Everyone is a master, and they can see the secret at a glance. "Interesting, let me give it a try. Anyway, you will be fully liberated if you can't hold on."
"Please." The man's voice was calm, and he held the knife in both hands again.
"Ah, here it comes. The king's skill: Brilliant Dance!"
Following the woman's high-pitched declaration, the strongest sword came.
This is the most powerful sword for a woman.
This is a sword in which a woman brings her skills to the extreme.
This is a sword in which a woman uses all her strength and fighting spirit.
Mind, skill, and body all reached their peak at this moment, fused into one, and turned into this sword.
This is the king's skill, the king's sword, majestic and mighty.
The man knew that he couldn't stop it at the moment, so he used skill enhancements that were not martial arts.
This is the first time I saw this sword.
This is still the case today.
It's just that it's still a bit different with the help of side theories.
In the past, it was 100% full effort, but this time there should be no need.
Just use this sword to witness my growth!
"Mysterious meaning: edgeless sword!"
The stunts that had collided no less than ten times collided again and dissipated together.
It brought new scars to the land that had been overturned countless times, and also reappeared the figures of men and women whose bodies had been obscured by sword energy and sword light.
The woman's sword is pressed against the man's neck, and the man's sword hovers between the woman's eyebrows.
"Perish together, that's good." The woman took the initiative to put away her sword.
"Actually, it's a little bit worse." The man responded immediately.
"It's only been two months since the distance has been reduced to this point. What else do you want?" The woman frowned, a little annoyed.
"My swordsmanship is better than yours." The man said seriously.
"Hey." The woman's frown turned into a raised eyebrow.
The man's guru demeanor instantly collapsed: "Well, I was joking, you won't be angry, right?"
"You can only joke, but you can't tell the truth." The woman shook her head first, and then smiled, "I always hope that you can have such an idea, and be higher than me, your senior brother, and your master."
"..." The man was silent and did not speak.
The woman continued: "But I also know that you are not someone who changes easily, so something must have happened to you. If you don't want to say it, I don't have to ask, but there is one thing you must tell me, are you I have found my own sword.”
The man hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Yes."
"I knew it."
The woman was not surprised.
At their level, unless you don't take action, it's difficult to hide your true level once you take action.
"Let me see what kind of sword it is."
"Not for the time being." The man shook his head firmly, "I can't control this sword well. If I don't do it, people will die."
The man recalled the showdown at the end of last month.
If it weren't for the special physique of the person who took the sword, and the magic sword that didn't belong to this world, I'm afraid he would have returned to the Seat of Heroic Spirits by now.
Another kendo master who pressed the battle but was too late to rescue said this sword - a sword that is beyond human power, a sure-kill sword, use it with caution!
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