The duel at the top of the imperial city is gradually coming to a close.
Although Dugu Yun has eight Taoist platforms and has a realm advantage, he is still suppressed and surrounded by dangers.
Jian Wushuang's swordsmanship is elegant and graceful, just like banishing an immortal to the dust. With one sword strike, there will be eternal loneliness!
Dugu Yun's swordsmanship is as fierce as the ancient dragon emerging from the world, invincible!
"boom!"
There was another violent collision, and Dugu Yun flew upside down.
"Pfft!"
Spitting blood!
Blood slipped from Dugu Yun's cheek, and there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.
"I lost!"
He murmured that this was the first time he had failed since his debut, and the opponent was younger than him.
"Your sword power is already very strong. If you understand the sword's intention one day, a Dugu Sword God will appear in the world."
Jian Wushuang put away his sword and stretched out his hand to help Dugu Yun stop his injuries.
"Dugu Sword God?"
Hearing this, Dugu Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I will never be able to become the Sword God as long as the Holy Son is in this world."
"Don't belittle yourself. The ancestors of the Dugu family were once sword gods. You can do the same."
Jian Wushuang smiled.
"Maybe, Dugu Yun thanks the Holy Son for his teachings. This time when I go back, I should be able to break through the realm and reach the Nine Paths Platform."
In Dugu Yun's eyes, there was no decadence of failure, but a burning fighting spirit.
"Congratulations!"
Jian Wushuang nodded with a smile, turned around, and left.
"Holy Son, I hope that next time we meet again, I won't lose so quickly!"
The last words came, making Jian Wushuang laugh dumbly. Without stopping, he took Xiaoxue's hand and left the imperial city.
Behind him, a group of people were sighing, some lamented that Dugu Yun was defeated, while others admired the power and defiance of the Holy Son of Heaven.
But no matter what, Jian Wushuang's challenge to Dugu Yun this time will definitely set off a storm in the Western Region and become the focus of everyone's discussion.
At the same time, his reputation will also spread in the Western Region.
Jian Wushuang, on the other hand, took Xiaoxue to play in Tianjian Dynasty for a few more days before leaving and heading to the next place.
In the wild mountains of the Western Region, there was an ascetic monk who was extremely powerful, especially his physical body was unparalleled. He was also a flawless foundation builder of the Eight Paths Platform.
On this day, two figures, a man and a woman, stepped into the wild mountains.
It was Jian Wushuang and Xiaoxue.
Xiaoxue was chattering along the way, as if she had endless things to say.
Jian Wushuang looked at the little guy and couldn't help but smile in his heart.
Outside, this girl always had a straight face and a cold look, but in front of him, she seemed to be a different person, becoming lively and playful.
A month later, the two set foot out of the wild mountains again. Xiaoxue asked curiously: "Master, who wins between you and that weird man?"
Although she witnessed the battle, Xiaoxue's cultivation was still weak and she couldn't tell who won and who lost.
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, did not answer, took her hand, stepped on the flying sword, and walked away at high speed.
"I think Master must have won."
"No matter where I go, people praise the master for his strength. I wonder when Xiaoxue will be as strong as the master."
Xiaoxue murmured in a low voice, with a look of longing on her face.
"Haha, Xiaoxue will have such strength sooner or later!" Jian Wushuang chuckled and touched Xiaoxue's head.
Xiaoxue leaned in his arms obediently, with a satisfied look on her face.
The two men wielded flying swords and headed straight for the next target, Baiyun County City!
Baiyun County is one of the most densely populated counties in the entire Western Region, with tall buildings and busy traffic.
Jian Wushuang and Xiaoxue arrived at the gate of the county city.
It was evening at this moment, and the afterglow of the setting sun was falling, illuminating the entire county and city with thousands of rays of rays of light, which were dazzling.
A month later, when the morning sun rose, two figures, one large and one small, slowly left under the gaze of everyone.
Mr. Baiyun, defeated!
........
In the Northern Territory, on the Xuan Bing Sect's competition stage, two figures stood with their hands behind their backs.
"Holy Son of the Red Dust, I heard that you have challenged more than a dozen peerless geniuses in a row. Today, I, Han Bing, will come to meet you!"
Han Bing put his hands behind his back, looked down at the Holy Son of Heaven, and shouted in a deep voice.
Jian Wushuang smiled lightly and said calmly: "I also want to see your Ice Sword Art."
"kill!"
Han Bing roared loudly, exuding a biting cold air, turning into a giant ice sword and suppressing it towards the Holy Son of Red Dust.
Behind him are nine flawless white Taoist platforms.
Jiudaotai has no time to build the peak!
Now, the opponent that Jian Wushuang challenges is no longer the Eight Paths Platform, but the Nine Paths Platform, which is the pinnacle of foundation building!
Moreover, there is still no time to build the foundation!
that is because......
"boom!"
Behind Jian Wushuang, five golden Taoist platforms rose up, which looked particularly dazzling in this snowy world.
"Master, come on!"
Xiaoxue, wearing a thick cotton coat, stood under the ring and waved her fists and shouted.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The two figures intertwined in an instant, fighting fiercely, and terrifying energy fluctuations swept across, shocking the surrounding audience.
"So strong! This is almost the peak combat power of the Foundation Establishment Realm!"
"Master Han Bing is the flawless foundation builder of Jiudaotai. His combat power is invincible at the foundation stage. He can even fight against strong men at the fake elixir stage."
"This mortal saint is so perverted. I heard that he has defeated several famous and peerless geniuses in the past six months."
"Yes, Young Master Dugu and Young Master Baiyun of the Western Region were both defeated. These two are no weaker than our Young Sect Master Han Bing!"
A large number of Xuan Bing disciples gathered around the ring, all holding their breath and concentrating, staring at the two figures on the ring.
"Bang!"
Finally, after hundreds of moves, Jian Wushuang kicked Han Bing in the waist and abdomen. The latter immediately screamed, fell back several feet, and fell to the ground.
"Brother Hanbing, admit it!"
Jian Wushuang stepped forward with the tip of the sword pointed at his chest.
"The Holy Son is indeed powerful. Given time, the Tianxing Continent will definitely respect the Holy Son."
Han Bing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, barely stood up, and bowed his hands.
Jian Wushuang smiled slightly, turned and left without saying anything else.
Xiaoxue jumped up and followed him, laughing and saying: "Master is so awesome!"
"Haha, when Xiaoxue grows up, she will be very powerful." Jian Wushuang touched Xiaoxue's head.
The two figures slowly disappeared into the endless snow.
A figure from the Xuan Bing Sect took out the notes in his hand and recorded this sentence.
"On December 28, year 9991 of the Celestial Calendar, in the Northern Territory, Jian Wushuang, the Holy Son of the Red Dust, defeated Han Bing, the young master of the Xuan Bing Sect."
If you look carefully, you can see that there is a long list of challenge records in this person's notes.
"On June 6, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety years of the Celestial Calendar, in the Western Region, Jian Wushuang, the Holy Son of the Red Dust, defeated Dugu Young Master Dugu Yun."
"On August 15, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety years of the Celestial Calendar, in the Western Region, Jian Wushuang, the Holy Son of the Red Dust, defeated Bai Yunfei, the Master of Baiyun."
"On January 1, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-one years of the Celestial Calendar, in the Eastern Region, Jian Wushuang, the Holy Son of the Red Dust, defeated Fairy Birou..."
"Western Region, Eastern Region, Southern Region, Northern Region... My God, the Holy Son of Heaven, this is going against heaven!"
"The Sword Sect of the Western Regions is thousands of miles away from here. He is truly an invincible evildoer!"
An old figure, the leader of the Xuan Bing Sect, a veteran god-transformation expert, looked at Jian Wushuang's leaving figure and let out a sigh.
"The true dragon emerges from the abyss and spans thousands of miles across the four realms..."
