Ye Wushuang clearly felt that his body had undergone earth-shaking changes.
His body is the sword, and the sword is him.
He had a strong feeling that at this moment, even a strand of his hair was sharper than the peerless holy weapon.
A strand of hair can easily kill a saint.
As long as he has a thought, any part of his body can burst out with unparalleled edge.
"With the fusion of ninety-nine thousand and nine hundred sword intentions, my body not only breaks the limits of the acquired sword body, but also breaks through the shackles of the innate sword body. This body of mine is by no means weaker than any imperial sword!
"
Ye Wushuang took a deep breath and then exhaled it slowly.
He felt that every cell in his body was cheering and every nerve was invigorating.
"Thanks to Patriarch Qingyun, otherwise, my physique would not have changed so much."
"Physique has been greatly improved. Next, we only need to work hard to improve our realm."
"It's not impossible to become an emperor in fifty years of enlightenment."
When Ye Wushuang thought of this, his eyes flashed with sharp light, which was his expectation for the future.
He knows that he still has a longer way to go, but he also believes that as long as he has this determination and persistence, he will definitely succeed.
For Ye Qiu, he must move forward and break all obstacles.
Ye Wushuang put aside his distracting thoughts and looked around. Only then did he suddenly realize that not only was there no sword intent in the sword pool, there was not even a drop of water.
No, from the moment he jumped into the sword pool, he didn't feel the splash.
In other words, the water he saw outside the Sword Pond did not actually exist, but was a mysterious illusion.
"Bo!"
At this moment, the surrounding air swayed like ripples, and then, several lines of golden fonts appeared out of thin air in front of Ye Wushuang.
"Congratulations, you have created an unparalleled sword body!"
"I also left a treasure for you here. I hope you can understand it."
"Remember, there is not much time left for Ye Qiu!"
boom!
The golden font suddenly disappeared.
"Wushuang sword body?" Ye Wushuang frowned. He had never heard of this kind of body before, but it fit his name very well.
"There is another treasure, where is it?"
Ye Wushuang looked around and found that there was nothing in the sword pool. Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him, and he walked quickly over.
He came to the wall and looked up, only to see dense patterns carved on the wall.
It is said to be a pattern, but more like words.
But if it’s words, it’s also like patterns.
Ye Wushuang said to himself, "This pattern is a bit like tadpole writing."
He looked carefully for a while but didn't understand anything.
Then, he scanned around again.
Nothing was found.
"Where is the other treasure that Patriarch Qingyun mentioned?" Ye Wushuang looked confused.
Then, he turned back and stared at the pattern on the wall.
Among the entire sword pond, this wall was the only one with patterns engraved on it. He believed that these patterns would not appear here for no reason.
"Most of the treasures mentioned by Patriarch Qingyun are related to these patterns."
"But what do these patterns mean?"
Ye Wushuang stared at the pattern on the wall and looked at it repeatedly, but after looking at it for a long time, he still had no clue.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind.
"Are these patterns related to the sword intention? How about I inspire the sword intention and give it a try?"
Just do it.
Ye Wushuang immediately mobilized his true energy. In an instant,
Wisps of sword intent burst out from him.
However, the pattern on the wall has not changed.
"Wrong method?"
Ye Wushuang stared at the pattern on the wall, the zhenqi in his body was circulating continuously, and then, the sword intent surged in his eyes.
At this moment, his vision changed...
He discovered that under Kenmu's gaze, the patterns on the wall began to flow.
I saw the dense patterns on the wall, which seemed to be given life at this time, flowing continuously and gradually changing into sword intent.
There are hundreds of sword intentions in total.
These sword intentions are arranged in different ways, some have their sword tips pointing upward, some have their sword tips pointed downward, some are rising diagonally and are about to fly, and some are sweeping sideways and are about to fall.
Ye Wushuang watched carefully. Suddenly, these swordsmen began to fight each other, and a shocking battle broke out.
Ye Wushuang was completely immersed in it, as if he was on a battlefield, surrounded by swords.
Every sword intention shows a powerful offensive swordsmanship.
Ye Wushuang kept his eyes fixed, trying to memorize all these sword skills in his mind.
Time passed by minute by minute.
After a long time of burning incense, there was only a trace of sword intent left on the wall.
As for other sword intentions, they have all been destroyed by this sword intention. This sword intention is the final winner.
Ye Wushuang came back to his senses and recalled the sword skills he had just memorized, and suddenly realized that he could not remember anything.
"Strange, I clearly remembered those sword moves, why can't I remember any of them now?"
While Ye Wushuang was thinking, he saw the remaining sword intent flowing on the wall.
Subconsciously, he held the sword finger in his right hand and imitated the sword intention flowing on the wall.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
Suddenly, the sword intent on the wall disappeared.
Ye Wushuang stared at the empty stone wall, thinking
Thinking back to the swordsmanship he imitated just now, what he didn't expect was that this time he actually remembered it clearly.
Just at this moment, several lines of small golden characters appeared on the wall.
"This swordsmanship is called the Killing God Sword. When practiced to a great extent, it can slay the sky and the earth, gods and demons, and all heavens and worlds."
"If you want to help Ye Qiu, you must master this swordsmanship to perfection."
"Remember, do not use this sword technique unless it is a matter of life or death, otherwise you will be killed."
boom!
The golden words turned into a beam of light and rushed into Ye Wushuang's eyebrows.
Suddenly, Ye Wushuang had some more information about the Killing God Sword in his mind.
This sword is the most lethal swordsmanship in the world, and its name indicates its unstoppable power.
Kill gods when you meet them, kill Buddhas when you meet them!
This is not only a kind of swordsmanship, but also a kind of belief and determination.
Moreover, Ye Wushuang discovered that the sword intention he understood from the Holy Land of Taichu actually followed the same path as the sword of the God of Death.
One sword determines life and death!
Break mountains and rivers with one sword!
One sword destroys the world!
The sword of the God of Killing is more powerful and can kill all living beings in the world.
Ye Wushuang closed her eyes, recalling the sword moves she had just imitated in her mind, then suddenly opened her eyes and pulled out the long sword from behind.
In an instant, the airflow in the entire sword pool was stagnant, and the air seemed to have solidified into a mirror.
Ye Wushuang's sword was condensed with a powerful force, like a strong wind that was ready to strike.
Then, he shouted "Kill God with one sword!"
boom!
Following Ye Wushuang's loud shout, the power on the sword exploded instantly, like a thunderbolt between heaven and earth.
Terrifying power shot out from the sword and shot straight into the sky. In an instant, the moon in the sky was cut in half by the sword energy.
