The burly swordsman couldn't help but crush the jug he just took out, causing the wine to splash on the floor.
When Murong Youyu drew his sword, he could at least see an afterimage. When Li Jianxin drew his sword, he couldn't even see the afterimage, or even the sword light. He could only see the sparks flying out of the swordsman's puppet's chest.
They are both swordsmen, but the difference is really huge, at least dozens of times different.
If he were to fight Li Jianxin, he would probably die without even knowing how.
"The rules of kendo are condensed into one point, how is this possible?"
Murong Youyu's eyesight is obviously much better than that of the burly swordsman, but she only saw an afterimage. What makes it difficult for her to understand is how Li Jianxin managed to condense all the swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and even sword energy into one point.
, this requires such strong control.
"This kid is really scary."
For the first time, the old man's face showed a shocked look. Murong Youyu drew his sword in front of him, but he was just admiring it.
"As expected of the descendant of Senior Sword Lord, his talent in swordsmanship is astonishing in the past and today."
In a supreme private room at Fengyun Arena, three middle-aged men and women were sitting inside.
These three people were chatting and laughing, and no aura was escaping from their bodies. However, if there were a top swordsman emperor here, they could easily find that in the area where the three of them were, there were no other rules of heaven and earth except the rules of swordsmanship.
And if a senior member of the Swordsmen Guild were here, they would recognize that the three of them were the three sword masters of the Swordsmen Guild, namely the Huya Sword Master, the Hundred Flowers Sword Master, and the Xuanming Sword Master.
Among them, Huya Sword Master and Baihua Sword Master are low-level sword masters, and Xuanming Sword Master is an intermediate sword master.
In the Holy Spirit Continent, high-level saints are almost invisible. Most of them have left the deep blue plane and gone to the depths of the universe. There may be some high-level saints left, but they are only a few. It is not known whether there are any.
Therefore, the mid-level holy king is already the top combat power in the Holy Spirit Continent.
Huya Sword Master praised: "Being able to condense the sword's heart at the level of Dharma Realm is indeed a rare talent in the past and present. As long as there are enough opportunities in the future, it is not impossible to become a Heavenly Lord."
The Heavenly King is the pinnacle Saint King. As for the demigods, it all depends on chance. Without heaven-defying chance, it will be useless no matter how talented you are.
Baihua Sword Master said: "That Murong Youyu is not bad either. Except for not being able to condense the sword's heart, everything else is no worse than this one."
Xuanming Sword Master nodded, "Murong Youyu is not as simple as it seems. If I guess correctly, her sword and water skills have been integrated to an extremely high level. She is only one step away from condensing the water sword heart."
The three of them have such sharp eyesight that they can easily see through several people.
In the secret competition ground, there was silence, and no sound was heard for a long time.
At this moment, if a pin fell to the ground, it would probably explode like thunder.
"I wonder if the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor have condensed the sword heart."
As for the strength of the Sword Emperor and the Sword Emperor, everyone is still stuck a few decades ago, because the strength of the two is too high, and there are very few opportunities to take action.
Decades have passed, and no one knows what level the Sword Emperor has reached.
However, in the entire Swordsmen Guild, only these two people have become eighth-level swordsmen, which can already explain a lot of problems.
The old man woke up from the shock and said loudly: "Next one."
The game will start soon, so we can't waste too much time here.
Maybe Li Jianxin's appearance was too shocking. No one was interested in watching the sixth-level swordsman who appeared next. There were several sixth-level swordsmen who were not inferior to the burly swordsmen who were very depressed, but they thought of Li Jianxin's perversion.
, this depression can only be suppressed deeply.
When there were still more than thirty people who had not been selected, it was finally Li Fuchen's turn.
"Huh!"
In the supreme private room, a look of surprise flashed in Xuanming Sword Lord's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Huya Sword Master and Baihua Sword Master looked at Xuanming Sword Master in surprise.
Xuanming Sword Lord said: "This guy is a bit interesting. His swordsmanship is so pure and perfect, as bright and dazzling as the aurora in the universe."
There is still a gap between the mid-level Sword Master and the low-level Sword Master. He can see things that the two of them cannot.
Hearing this, Huya Sword Master and Baihua Sword Master carefully observed Li Fuchen.
They naturally knew the strength of Xuanming Sword Lord. Since the other party said this, it proved that Li Fuchen was not an ordinary person.
Sure enough, after careful observation, they saw some clues.
If Li Jianxin is the sharpest sword, Li Fuchen is the most primitive and original sword. It is not so eye-catching, but once you observe it carefully, you can feel the ultimate magic power from deep inside.
Li Jianxin frowned slightly, and under Jianxin's induction, he noticed something strange.
This strangeness was conveyed from Li Fuchen.
Li Fuchen walked towards the competition stage step by step, strolling leisurely, not slow or slow.
From this point of view, he is very similar to Li Jianxin.
But there are subtle differences, and only a few people can see this difference.
Arriving at the competition stage, Li Fuchen drew his sword, struck, then turned around and stepped off the stage.
There was a deep sword mark on the chest of the repaired seventh-level swordsman puppet. In the middle, the seventh-level swordsman puppet did not move a step, just like a dead thing.
Previously, when Li Jianxin drew his sword, the seventh-level swordsman puppet actually moved a little, but it was just too weak and no one noticed.
But Li Jianxin and Murong Youyu noticed it, and so did the old man.
Li Fuchen's sword is actually not as fast as Li Jianxin, nor as fast as Murong Youyu. It is obvious that the opponent did not go all out and just used the sword at will.
"How can this be?"
This was the second time the old man showed a shocked look.
He felt like he was hallucinating today.
One Li Jianxin is enough to shock people, and now there is another Li Fuchen.
The key is, he can't see anything.
"Did the swordsman puppet just get damaged?"
The old man wanted to test it again.
What the old man didn't know was that in the supreme private room, the three sword masters of the Swordsmen Guild stood up one after another.
They know what's going on.
After all, the Swordsman Puppet is a dead thing. It can only sense Qi and predict the tester's attack angle. Once the opponent completely blocks all its senses, the Swordsman Puppet will collapse on its own.
To put it in layman's terms, all of the swordsman puppet's actions were meaningless in front of Li Fuchen. The moment Li Fuchen drew his sword, the swordsman puppet didn't know how to attack.
After all, he is not a human being. Even if he doesn't know how to attack, he still has to attack. He is just a puppet and has no sense of autonomy.
This feeling is so mysterious and mysterious that it is difficult to describe.
"This son's swordsmanship is so profound that I have never seen him in my life."
Xuanming Sword Lord sighed.
Only if the foundation of swordsmanship is deep enough to a certain extent, can it surpass the swordsmanship of the Swordsman Puppet. The swordsmanship of the Swordsman Puppet was poured into it by the Swordsman Sage. Even if only half of it can be used, it is already very terrifying.
Of course, this does not mean that Li Fuchen is better than Li Jianxin.
The Swordsman Puppet is just a puppet. He has irreparable flaws. This flaw was precisely controlled by Li Fuchen.
"The swordsman puppet may have been damaged just now and needs to be retested."
The old man hesitated for a moment, but decided to act cautiously.
"No need, he passed."
A voice came in suddenly.
"yes."
The old man was startled. He knew that it was the swordsman sage from the Swordsman Guild who had spoken.
As for the others, they were confused and didn't know what level Li Fuchen had reached. They only knew that Li Fuchen was very strong.
Soon, the selection was over.
Out of hundreds of sixth-level swordsmen, only thirty-three passed the selection, which can be said to be the cream of the crop.