The swordsmanship of these two swordsmen was exquisite, but their strength was not strong. Qin Sang defeated them without much effort. They were different from puppets. They had no existence like life gates. Qin Sang completely regarded them as living people.
But after these two people were defeated, two more swordsmen immediately jumped out of the wall, giving Qin Sang no time to adjust his breathing.
With his escape route cut off, Qin Sang understood that this meant he could move forward inexorably.
In the long corridor, sword lights criss-crossed.
Qin Sang's breathing became heavier, but her eyes became brighter.
Having fought for more than ten consecutive battles, Qin Sang walked into the corridor step by step. He could only advance but not retreat. The darkness at the end of his field of vision was slowly being dispelled, but he still couldn't see what was at the end.
The swordsman's strength is getting stronger every time, and the improvement is very regular. Sometimes it is swordsmanship, sometimes it is cultivation. However, he can only use swordsmanship or his own magical power, and the magic weapon is always sealed.
Qin Sang already had a premonition that he would be defeated before he could persist until the end of the tunnel.
He didn't know what would be waiting for him then.
He had tried every means, but was helpless against the restrictions in the corridor.
‘Whoosh!’
Two more swordsmen jumped down, using different swordsmanship from the previous ones.
Each swordsman only uses one kind of swordsmanship, but they are all very exquisite. If a swordsman comes to this sword path, he will definitely improve his swordsmanship.
These swordsmen were his opponents and teachers.
Qin Sang could clearly feel that he had learned a lot during the battle. Unfortunately, because the unknown fate was weighing on his heart, Qin Sang couldn't be happy at all.
"These two swordsmen join forces and their strength is about to catch up with mine!"
Feeling the power of the sword light, Qin Sang's heart sank slightly, knowing that he could not go far.
However, his movements were not affected at all.
The ebony sword trembled slightly, making a clear sword chanting sound, and then turned into a bolt of lightning. Before the two swordsmen could attack together, it exploded at extreme speed and approached one of them instantly.
This kind of swordsman can be said to be a perfect swordsman. He knows no fear, has no mood swings, and can make the best response when encountering an attack.
But facing the thunderous sound of sword energy, the swordsman's speed was still a bit slow.
The sword was about to rise, but was broken by the ebony sword's second blow.
In front of the swordsman, the lotus-shaped sword energy was penetrated by a bolt of lightning. The ebony sword continued to cast its force and instantly penetrated the swordsman's chest. It circled slightly and went straight to the other person.
The figure of the swordsman who was stabbed in the vital part suddenly froze, his sword energy collapsed, he stood up with his sword sheathed, saluted Qin Sang, turned into a ball of green light, and disappeared silently.
The other person couldn't hold on for long either.
Immediately afterwards, two more swordsmen jumped out from the wall behind.
As soon as they fought, Qin Sang's eyes changed. They seemed to have anticipated the thunderous sound of sword energy, and before the ebony sword came, they gathered together and put up a defensive posture.
Their sword movements are very strange, the spiritual swords are pointed at the same time, and the sword energy surrounds them like tortoise shells, extremely tight.
"This sword path..."
Qin Sang sighed helplessly. No matter what swordsmanship he used just now, the next enemy would definitely be able to confront him tit for tat and use the swordsmanship to restrain him.
Unexpectedly, even Sword Qi Leiyin was no exception.
This time, Qin Sang learned his lesson and did not rush to expose the differentiation of the sword light. Instead, he used the sword energy and thunder sound to slowly deal with them and grind the two to death.
A single swordsmanship, no matter how powerful it is, cannot be without flaws.
After that, he calmed down and fought with his opponents, patiently looking for ways to defeat them.
'Pah! Pah! Pah!'
Qin Sang's footsteps echoed in the corridor, walking very slowly, but every step was extremely solid.
During this process, Qin Sang simply gave up and completely forgot about everything else. He only had the shuriken in his heart and was addicted to the way of swordsmanship. Even he himself did not realize that his swordsmanship had improved invisibly.
The swordsmanship I have learned in the past is being mastered and entering a harmonious state.
The sword energy and thunder sound also began to change slowly.
This kind of pure sword duel was something Qin Sang had never experienced before, and the rewards were extremely amazing.
"Not good! They have become stronger again!"
Qin Sang's pupils suddenly shrank.
Because the two new swordsmen who jumped out actually knew the sword energy and thunder sound, and were familiar with his weaknesses.
As soon as he defeated his two opponents, before Qin Sang could take a breath, two flying swords rushed towards him like lightning, one from the left and the other from the right. It was difficult to deal with them for a while.
Qin Sang had no choice but to use sword light to divide.
He was very satisfied that he could persist for so long. Before he entered the corridor, he would have been defeated by the swordsmen in front of him.
The ebony sword split into two, but the sword light did not block another flying sword, but instead attacked an opponent by surprise.
This plan succeeded as expected. Qin Sang moved his palms forward, his true energy vibrated, and used Taoist magic to block a sword. The ebony sword entangled another flying sword, and the sword light attack was successful, killing one of the swordsmen.
"In addition to swordsmanship, as long as you have your own strength, you can use your physical body, spiritual consciousness, and Taoist magic... However, the power of Taoist magic is closely related to the true essence, and it is difficult to exceed the limit of cultivation. It is possible for spiritual consciousness and physical body, but this
This secret technique is too rare."
Qin Sang had another idea, but it was a pity that he had not deliberately cultivated his physical body and spiritual consciousness.
Having reached this point, the pressure on Qin Sang increased sharply, and the battle became increasingly difficult.
When the swordsman displayed his sword light differentiation, he finally ran out of energy and the journey came to an end.
Qin Sang's face was full of reluctance, and he stared at the depths of the corridor with wide eyes. The darkness there became thinner, and he could almost see the scene inside, but he was about to face failure.
'call out!'
A crescent-like sword energy came towards him.
Qin Sang hurriedly swung his sword to stop him, but felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He was knocked away by the huge force and fell against the wall.
Immediately afterwards, the swordsman appeared in front of Qin Sang like a ghost, and his attack was like a gust of wind. Finally, he held the sword with both hands and used all his strength to strike down hard!
Death is coming!
Qin Sang's eyes were about to burst, and he let out a roar that was not like a human voice. He has never given up no matter what difficulties he has practiced so far, even in the face of such a certain death situation.
He used all his strength to fight with his sword.
The next moment, the dazzling sword light slid past his eyes.
At this moment, Qin Sang thought he was dead.
After a daze, Qin Sang felt no pain. He glanced around and found that he had been moved to the entrance of the corridor at some point.
The swordsman disappeared, and the corridor became peaceful, as if everything was just a dream.
Qin Sang was sweating profusely and hurriedly called out the ebony sword to check. Seeing that the ebony sword was not damaged, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the ground with a smile on his face.
After a brief breath adjustment, Qin Sang stood up, his expression restored to calm. He stared into the depths of the corridor, recalled what he had just realized, and then walked in again without hesitation.
He at least wanted to see clearly what was at the end of the corridor.
In addition, Qin Sang had a premonition that he would make a huge breakthrough in the realm of swordsmanship.
