"That's right." Su Pingan nodded and replied. It turned out that Jin Bing had been in the valley a long time ago and was hiding aside to watch the battle secretly.
"Then let's compete in swordsmanship. What do you think?" Jin Bing said, "If you win, I will turn around and leave this valley. If you lose, please give me a leaf of Calming Soul Grass."
Su Ping'an thought for a moment and then said, "Okay."
Su Ping'an also wanted to see Jin Bing's strength. If Jin Bing could really defeat him in swordsmanship, what would be the harm in giving him a leaf of Calming Soul Grass?
However, Su Ping'an is confident that he will never lose. He possesses the free swordsmanship. How can there be a monk in Tianyuan Continent who can defeat him in close combat swordsmanship?
Su Pingan and Jin Bing each held a long sword, standing about ten feet apart, facing each other.
"The two of us are only competing in swordsmanship and cannot use any spiritual power. If one of us uses spiritual power or is hit by the opponent's sword, he loses. What do you think?" Su Pingan said.
"Okay." Jin Bing replied.
This kind of competition can best show the swordsmanship of a swordsman, and there is absolutely no trickery.
"The visitor is a guest. Fellow Taoist Jin, please invite me first." Su Ping'an chuckled.
"If this is the case, Fellow Daoist Su, then you will be offended."
Jin Bing was holding a long sword, and his sad eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he had changed into a different person in an instant.
Then, he stabbed Su Pingan with his long sword, only to see that the long sword had turned into hundreds of sword lights and enveloped Su Pingan.
Su Ping'an's face couldn't help but change slightly, and he held his sword to resist. For a moment, there was only the clanging sound of the two swords intersecting in the entire valley.
Jin Bing's sword was very fast, and his swordsmanship was very exquisite. Su Ping'an used Xiaoyao Swordsmanship to block Jin Bing's attacks one by one, but was unable to fight back at all.
As far as the exquisiteness of swordsmanship is concerned, Jin Bing's swordsmanship is not inferior to Xiaoyao's swordsmanship at all!
Su Ping'an couldn't help but feel horrified immediately. Sword cultivators south of the Tianlang Mountains always only focused on the art of sword control and despised melee swordsmanship. He never expected that there were monks south of the Tianlang Mountains who knew such exquisite melee swordsmanship.
Who is this Jin Bing!
Moreover, the swordsmanship style of this monk named Jin Bing is completely different from Su Ping'an's Xiaoyao swordsmanship style. Xiaoyao swordsmanship style is rigorous, taking into account the various changes in each sword move, thereby creating various exquisite changes.
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Xiaoyao swordsmanship, whether attacking or defending, can be said to be a link within a link, like a precision calculation machine.
Jin Bing's swordsmanship style is full of freedom and freehand brushwork. Every sword, whether offensive or defensive, looks so smooth and admirable. He seems not to be performing swordsmanship, but to paint a landscape painting.
Write a seven-rhythm poem.
Jin Bing has completely integrated swordsmanship with himself! Each sword has a strong personal style, as free and uninhibited as flowing clouds and flowing water.
Su Ping'an couldn't help but admire him. Jin Bing's swordsmanship might not be as good as Xiaoyao's swordsmanship, and it seemed a bit messy, but he had fully understood the swordsmanship and integrated it into himself, making it a part of his life.
To put it in layman's terms, Jin Bing's melee swordsmanship has entered a state where he can win with no moves but with one move at a time. This is a state that Su Ping'an knows he can never compare to.
Su Pingan suddenly sheathed his sword and took a few steps back.
"We don't need to compete anymore, I admit defeat." Su Pingan said: "When the Soothing Soul and Calming Soul Grass matures, I will give you one of its leaves."
Su Ping'an has never been a person who cares about face. He knows he will lose and then refuses to admit defeat. If the comparison continues like this, he will lose but not win, so there is no need to continue to waste time.
Today's incident also sounded a wake-up call for Su Pingan. After he learned Xiaoyao Swordsmanship, he thought that close combat swordsmanship was invincible among the foundation-building monks in Tianyuan Continent. But he had forgotten that in this world of immortals,
There is never a shortage of geniuses.
Obviously, Jin Bing is such a genius.
"Thank you very much." Jin Bing sheathed his sword, took off the jade wine gourd from his waist, poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, I owe you a favor for this matter today."
After sheathing the sword, the sharpness in Jin Bing's eyes immediately disappeared, as if it was sheathed along with the long sword.
Only the faint sadness that cannot be hidden is left.
Su Pingan looked at Jin Bing with interest. With his exquisite melee swordsmanship, Jin Bing should not be an unknown person in the cultivation world of Tianyuan Continent. Why had he never heard of him before?
"I would like to ask, what kind of swordsmanship did Fellow Daoist Jin perform in the competition just now?" Su Pingan asked curiously.
Every move and style of Jin Bing's swordsmanship is full of poetry and painting, which perfectly fits the free and uninhibited image of a swordsman, which makes Su Ping'an feel very excited.
This swordsmanship is not only exquisite, but also unparalleled in terms of viewing ability. If he were to perform it himself, he would be able to charm thousands of female cultivators.
Of course, as a sword cultivator who aspires to the great path, Su Ping'an has no interest in charming thousands of female cultivators. What he values most is the super practical ability of this swordsmanship.
"Swordsmanship?" Jin Bing chuckled and said, "This is my own swordsmanship. There are no fixed sword moves, so I didn't give it a name."
"Homemade swordsmanship?"
When Su Ping'an heard this, he immediately looked at Jin Bing in surprise. But then he suddenly understood in his heart. No wonder this swordsmanship and Jin Bing fit so well, as if they were one. It turned out to be his own swordsmanship.
However, a foundation-building swordsman can actually create such a powerful swordsmanship. Su Pingan is really impressed by this talent. If anyone says to him that Su Pingan is a swordsman genius in the future, Su Pingan will definitely feel that the other person is being humiliated.
Own!
Lu Xueyao and Ling'er also looked at Jin Bing with admiration. As sword cultivators, they certainly knew the amazing talent required to create such an exquisite swordsmanship.
Su Pingan and the other two gathered around the Soothing Soul Quiet Grass, chatting while waiting for the Soothing Soul Quiet Soul Grass to mature. Because Jin Bing was not familiar with Su Pingan and the others, he sat alone on a piece of grass nearby. He took off the crystal ball from his waist with his right hand.
, he placed it in front of his eyes and looked at it intently, holding a jade wine gourd in his left hand, and kept pouring wine into his mouth.
Su Pingan's eyes glanced at Jin Bing from time to time, and he had a strong feeling that Jin Bing would no longer be an unknown person in the future.
About half an hour later, the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth around the Soothing Soul and Quiet Soul Grass began to condense, and was sucked into the nine leaves of the Soothing Soul and Quiet Soul Grass. About a quarter of an hour later, the Soothing Soul and Quiet Soul Grass stopped absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This also means that the Calming Soul and Calming Soul Grass is fully mature!
Jin Bing hung the wine gourd and crystal ball on his waist, stood up from the grass, and walked over. He looked at the Soothing Soul Grass with eager eyes.