Creating your own swordsmanship is not that simple.
That is only possible if you have excellent talent and a good understanding of the art of swordsmanship.
Generally speaking, those who can create their own swordsmanship, in addition to those with natural talents, are some of the top experts who have dabbled in the power of law, as well as swordsman masters who have been immersed in swordsmanship for more than decades.
And Hua Wuxiu is only in his twenties.
Although everyone had speculated that Hua Wuxiu might create his own swordsmanship before, when they actually saw it now, they were still amazed.
"I just don't know how many feet of brilliance Hua Wuxiu's last self-created swordsmanship can bring out in the Heavenly Dao Stone Tablet?"
"No matter how many feet tall they are, they are still stronger than us." The surrounding geniuses all had envious looks in their eyes.
No matter how powerful the swordsmanship created is, as long as it can be created, it is enough to make others envious.
"It seems that Wu Xiu will have great gains this time." Hua Mo nodded with satisfaction.
Although Ye Guchen understood Ao Shenzhou's secret sword skills, Hua Mo was a little unhappy.
But fortunately, Hua Wuxiu also has the ability to create his own sword moves.
And what about Ye Guchen?
With only half a month left, it would be difficult to even consolidate the sword moves I had learned before, let alone create my own sword skills.
"What a pity. Dugu Wubai is a born saint after all. If he is given enough time, he may not be able to create his own sword moves." Outside the ancient sword tomb, some warriors talked about it, which was quite a pity.
After all, Ye Guchen's performance in Tongsheng Mountain really amazed everyone.
Elder Beixuan and others just sighed slightly and said nothing.
After all, you can't force Ye Guchen to break records in the three major secret realms. That would be too difficult.
Two more days passed.
On this day, the Tiandao Stone Tablet suddenly released a dazzling white brilliance.
The brilliance condensed into a beam of light and surged straight into the sky.
"Hua Wuxiu successfully created his own swordsmanship moves!"
When the surrounding geniuses saw this, they couldn't help but exclaimed.
The dazzling white light pillar climbed steadily up into the sky, finally stopping at a range of more than 600 feet.
"Hua Wuxiu broke the record!"
Inside and outside the Ancient Sword Tomb, everyone's eyes were fixed on the white beam of light pouring into the sky.
The height of the light beam represents the power and complexity of the self-created swordsmanship.
The more complex and mysterious the sword technique created, the stronger the power, and the higher the height of the light beam released.
The previous record set among the geniuses of the past generations was five hundred feet.
But today, Hua Wuxiu broke the previous record.
This means that the moves he created are more complex and more powerful than those of his predecessors!
In front of the Tiandao Stone Tablet, there was a surge of light. Hua Wuxiu looked calm and walked out with his hands behind his back.
Hearing the shouts of exclamation in his ears and the eyes of everyone, Hua Wuxiu looked indifferent, but the corners of his mouth raised a faint arc.
The situation was as he expected.
His trump card was completely perfect, and it even helped him break the record.
He looked at Ye Guchen and said calmly: "Dugu Wubai, it seems that this time at the Ancient Sword Tomb, Hua is going to get it back."
Hua Wuxiu had promised at the end of the fifth academy competition that he would compete with Ye Guchen again at the Ancient Sword Tomb.
Now it seems that he did win the game.
However, Ye Guchen was still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, shrouded in brilliance, concentrating on understanding and practicing, and did not respond to Hua Wuxiu at all.
Hua Wuxiu looked cold and shook his head silently.
Not far away, Shangguan Jingshen, Yin Jue and others sarcastically said: "This Dugu Wubai is so arrogant when he wins and pretends to be deaf and dumb when he loses. He really has the majesty of a born saint."
"Yes, is this the title of a born saint?" Ouyang Fengyun sneered.
With these people in the lead, the rest of the geniuses from the aristocratic families were also ridiculing and sarcastic.
All of a sudden, all kinds of ugly things were said.
The faces of the disciples at Shenya Academy turned red.
Ye Guchen was in the competition between the five courtyards, riding a horse as strong as a thousand people, and sweeping the world's top geniuses. Why didn't he see these people taunting him?
Now I have only been slightly outdone and have to endure such ridicule.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a voice spoke, causing everyone to fall silent.
A figure stood up, it was Jian Jinghong.
His prestige in the Sword Dynasty is still one of the best.
Therefore, the geniuses of those noble families are also somewhat afraid of him.
Jian Jinghong raised his eyebrows and said to Hua Wuxiu: "Hua Wuxiu, you are not the only one who can create your own swordsmanship."
After saying that, Jian Jinghong also stepped forward and placed his hand on the Tiandao stone tablet.
The next moment, he was also pulled into the space of the Tiandao Stone Tablet.
"Sure enough, Jian Jinghong possesses the prototype of Tiandao sword intention, and is more likely to create his own swordsmanship!"
The geniuses in the casual cultivator camp were also shocked.
Everyone in Shenya Academy looked a little calmer, but they still didn't look particularly good.
After all, Jian Jinghong was just a rescuer.
They would rather see Ye Guchen slap the faces of those talented people from aristocratic families.
However, in this situation, even the people from Shenya Academy felt that Ye Guchen might not have much time left.
In the blink of an eye, two days have passed again.
There are only four days left before the Ancient Sword Tomb is closed.
At a certain moment, the Heavenly Dao Stone Tablet began to tremble.
White brilliance surged out and rushed to the sky.
"Coming!"
Everyone inside and outside the Ancient Sword Tomb stared closely.
One hundred feet...
Two hundred feet...
Three hundred feet...
Under the gaze of many eyes, the white light beam finally stopped at about 700 feet.
"hiss……"
There were many sounds of breathing coming from all directions.
Not only did Jian Jinghong create his own sword moves, but their power and complexity were even more powerful than Hua Wuxiu!
"Is this the power of having a sword at the level of creation? What a monster's talent!" Everyone sighed.
"Only a being like Jian Jinghong is worthy of being my target, Gong Louyue!"
Gong Louyue's delicate body also trembled slightly, and her eyes trembled.
Jian Jinghong's performance was truly amazing, even Hua Wuxiu was overwhelmed by him.
She turned and glanced at Ye Guchen again.
Ye Guchen still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation.
"Sure enough, there is still a gap between Dugu Wubai and Jian Jinghong." Gong Louyue thought to herself.
"How is it, Hua Wuxiu?" In front of the Tiandao stone tablet, Jian Jinghong's figure reappeared, and he raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You're not too far ahead of Hua. We'll see what happens in the battle for the sword." Hua Wuxiu said expressionlessly.
Although Jian Jinghong's performance was a little better than his, there was not a big gap and it was still acceptable.
Moreover, Hua Wuxiu was satisfied as he had already beaten Ye Guchen.
Time passed by bit by bit, and soon, there was only one day left before the ancient sword tomb was closed.
But Ye Guchen remained as unshakable as a rock.
"It's over..." Hua Wuxiu smiled lightly.
Ye Guchen is still a human being after all, not a god.
Miracles cannot happen every time.
"What a pity..." Jian Jinghong also felt a little regretful.
As for everyone at Shenya Academy, although they are not depressed, they are still in a low mood.
Those prodigies from aristocratic families were full of ridicule.
This is often the case. When you keep creating miracles, as long as you do one thing slightly wrong, you will immediately attract a disparaging tone and eyes.
"Haha, Elder Beixuan, prepare your tokens, the Ancient Sword Tomb is about to be closed." Elder Hua Mo chuckled.
"You don't need to remind me." Elder Beixuan said angrily.
And just then.
Ye Guchen, who had always been like an old monk in trance, trembled slightly and opened his eyes.
"Is there one day left? It should be enough..." Ye Guchen murmured in his heart.