Ren Piaomiao held the sword, looked at Wushuang in front of him, and murmured: "It's just like this..."
"That's all?"
All the battles and experiences he had had reappeared in his mind like a passing scene.
and their previous evaluations.
Unless he comprehends the Twelve Swords, his chances of winning against Heavenly Sword Misty Rain are slim?!
"Moving like a ghost, still like an evil spirit. Boundless and endless, like a circle with no end."
"He can predict his opponent's next move, ten moves, or even twenty moves by looking through the air..."
When many images in his mind gathered, reappeared and dispersed, Ren Piaomiao regained his composure, sword light rose in his eyes, and he seemed to be reborn from Nirvana.
"Wrong!"
“It’s not just that!”
"Ren Piaomiao..."
He closed his eyes and murmured, "It always surprises me!"
choke!
As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Piaomiao opened his eyes, and a terrifying sword energy shot out, piercing through the ground and reaching a bottomless depth.
It was also the moment when I opened my eyes.
Wind and clouds are swords!
Crash!
The wind and clouds in the sky twisted and turned, turning into countless sword energies, forming a terrifying sword energy tornado, gathering in the sky above Ren Piaomiao's head.
Yellow sand is a sword!
ground.
Endless yellow sand suddenly rose up and turned into countless ochre sword auras that shot up into the sky.
The sky is a sword!
In the sword energy tornado, a giant sword condensed from the "power of heaven" sits at the eye of the storm, shocking the world.
The nine lands are swords!
The earth surged like a dragon turning over, but it turned into endless sword energy, surrounding Ren Piaomiao.
Everything is a sword!
Wherever the eyes go, it is shrouded in the ethereal sword intent!
Ren Piaomiao holds the unparalleled weapon and twists his fingers to create everything.
Wind, clouds, yellow sand, sky, nine earths, everything in heaven and earth is Ren Piaomiao's sword!
"Heavenly Sword Misty Rain!"
Ren Piaomiao spoke.
boom!
In the sky and on the ground, endless sword energy gathered together to form the most powerful sword. The surrounding time and space seemed to be banned, leaving only this terrifying sword!
"Pick me up..."
"Sword... Thirteen!"
Ren Piaomiao swings the sword!
Everything is a sword, no one can predict its changes, Sword Thirteen comes out in response!
Infinite sword energy converges into Wushuang, allowing Ren Piaomiao to attack with great force!
"Um?!"
Murong Yanyu was also shocked. She didn't dare to be careless at all. She pushed her skills to the limit and used her ultimate move. The wooden sword flew out like a hundred-step flying sword. Then, she chased after him frantically, sword against sword!!!
When it comes to swordsmanship, Murong Yanyu admits that he is no match for his opponent.
However, he also has an advantage, which is that his skills far exceed Ren Piaomiao's!
boom!
The sword, which could destroy the heavens and the earth, collided with a loud bang, and everything around was crushed into dust by the sword energy. Even many masters who were far away were shaken to the ground, and they all used their internal energy to resist and avoid being injured...
When the smoke clears.
The masters then saw clearly that Ren Piaomiao and Murong Yanyu had reached their limits and were both injured, with blood oozing from their mouths and noses and gasping for breath.
The two stood back to back.
Murong Yanyu turned around with difficulty: "Ren Waer, you really opened my eyes."
“What a pity!”
Buzz!
Sword energy rises on the Fengyun Monument.
The name of Qiu Shui Fu Ping disappeared, leaving only the name of Tian Jian Yan Yu shining.
Everyone who saw this scene knew that the winner had been decided, but at this moment, everyone's mind was shocked by the peak battle just now. They were speechless, unforgettable, and their faces were full of horror.
Murong Yanyu walked towards Ren Piaomiao step by step and said sternly, "If you and I were the same age and had the same skills, I would not be able to defeat you in that sword fight just now."
Ren Piaomiao sighed: "This Jian Thirteen can't even defeat you."
"Very good, very good!"
“Hahahahahaha!”
"Looking at the way you use the sword, I know you must be very lazy in practicing sword skills every day, cough cough cough." Tianjian Yanyu couldn't help coughing violently when he said this.
"Next time, you better be careful." Ren Piaomiao was not angry, and there was only the desire to fight in his heart.
"Three years old. I could use sword at the age of three. I gave up everything and only had the word sword in my heart. How can you defeat me?" Tianjian Yanyu was not afraid at all.
"As long as you live long enough, I can defeat you!" Ren Piaomiao challenged him, "You can't die too quickly!"
"Wait for me to die. After I die, you will be the Sword God."
"Without your death, I, Ren Piaomiao, will destroy your self-confidence."
"Anyway!" The two changed the subject, no longer arguing with each other: "Qiu Shui Fu Ping Ren Piao Miao, you are a respectable opponent."
Tianjian Yanyu held the wooden sword upside down and bowed with his fists clasped.
"The Heavenly Sword Misty Rain is hard to come by in this lifetime!"
Ren Piaomiao also clasped his fists, and the two of them bowed to each other from a distance, showing mutual respect.
The video ends, and the battle is over.
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"Wonderful!"
Lin Bin exclaimed, "The special effects are amazing. After the 'characters' have been transformed from puppets into real people, it's not like those cheap remakes that are nothing but eye-catching. On the contrary, the system's work is incredibly faithful to and even surpasses the original."
"This battle, tsk tsk."
"Just two words: wonderful."
"And this swordsmanship is awesome!"
He was amazed, but did not speak in the group immediately, giving Ren Piaomiao and other group members some time to react.
At the same time, he was also preparing.
We are planning to extract the memories of the Jin Guang puppet show and make it into a 'TV series'.
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"I... lost?"
Ren Piaomiao stood on the top of the mountain, the sword in his hand trembling wildly, and the sword intent surging endlessly, as if protesting, indicating that he and his master could not be defeated.
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