Legend of Swordsman

4717 The Sword Integration Is Refined

Jian Wushuang did not dare to speak at all. He held his breath with all his might, afraid that he would blow away the little person with one breath.

Standing on the yellow pages, the little person’s white clothes fluttered in the wind, and then he moved.

He rose up with the wind, and another wisp of cloud and smoke condensed into a real sword in his hand.

The aura changed, and the page seemed to have turned into a martial arts field. The tiny man was in the center, freely practicing his moves, stirring up the wind and clouds around him.

In Jian Wushuang’s eyes, every move of the tiny person was like a sword move that had been broken down and was being performed very slowly.

The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. He actually felt a sharpness that could not be ignored from this sword technique, and it was terrifying.

But soon, Jian Wushuang was immersed in it and began to fight with the small person through his divine sense.

The two vastly different sword principles collided in such an unbelievable way. If Chun Qiu was beside Jian Wushuang, he would definitely be able to see this strange yet comical scene.

Jian Wushuang tightly furrowed his brows as he held a book with an open page. It was as if he was on a boat. His body swayed left and right, and from time to time, he would flip over greatly. It was extremely funny.

This scene ended with the little cloud smoke person standing on the page of the book, standing straight and upright, and a simple sword strike.

Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes and a drop of sweat flowed out of his temple. He then hurriedly looked at the page.

The little person standing on the page seemed to have completed its task. His tiny body dissipated and turned back into clouds and smoke, landing on the page.

Then, an even more mysterious scene appeared. On the page of the wordless heavenly book, tiny words the size of a fly were outlined by the clouds and smoke!

“This, how is this possible…” Jian Wushuang was shocked beyond words.

After the divine exchange, he was already very clear that this small cloud smoke person was Ding Baiyi, who had exchanged Sword Dao forms with him for 100,000 years in the divine power universe!

However, why would his Sword Dao villain appear here? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ (ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

There was no answer. The last word meant that Ding Baiyi’s Sword Dao had finally been completely integrated into the book!

A total of five pages filled with the analysis of Sword Dao were rustling in the wind.

Swallowing his dry throat, Jian Wushuang focused his eyes on the page.

With just a glance, his heart could not help but tremble.

The Sword Dao written on the page was the full Sword Intent of the first move of the Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi’s Invincible Sword!

“It’s too heaven-defying… This book can’t be a spirit, right…”

After immersing himself in it for nearly a day, Jian Wushuang sighed with emotion. The ‘Collection of Swords’ completely analyzed Ding Baiyi’s Extinctive Sword Strike.

Not even Ding Baiyi’s personal description would have been as detailed as this.

Jian Wushuang was confused. He could not understand how Ding Baiyi’s sword principle was recorded in such a wordless heavenly book.

A total of five pages, all describing that Extinctive Sword Strike, from this one could see how detailed it was.

Fortunately, Jian Wushuang had a strong ability to accept things. Since he could not figure it out, he might as well put it to the back of his mind.

After a short hesitation, Jian Wushuang eagerly practiced according to the analysis in the book.

The more he studied, the more shocked Jian Wushuang was. The strange collection of swords that had appeared out of nowhere almost tore ding Baiyi’s underwear out …

However, there was only one move from ding Baiyi on it, and everything else after that was blank.

“What’s the origin of this wordless heavenly book? Could it be that it can copy everyone’s Sword Dao?” Jian Wushuang closed the Collection of Swords and flipped through it again.

Then, he subconsciously injected a part of his Sword Intent into it.

The mysterious scene happened again. The ever-changing cloud and smoke formed by Jian Wushuang’s Sword Intent finally condensed into a pocket-sized Jian Wushuang. He stood on the page and began to practice sword principle.

The Wushuang Sword Dao and Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent, which had already constructed a complete framework, poured onto the page like a great river and sea.

This time, the entire ten pages were filled with tiny words, five pages for the Star sword technique and five pages for the River sword technique.

Jian Wushuang was dumbfounded. He hurriedly checked it carefully and his face turned pale.

The Sword Intent that was engraved on the page described the essence of the two Sword Intents in detail, as if it was a copy of all the thoughts in Jian Wushuang’s divine sense.

“It’s too terrifying. What is this?!” Jian Wushuang suppressed the shock in his heart and started to investigate carefully.

At this moment, Chun Qiu’s strange voice sounded.

“Brother Jian, what’s wrong? You’re holding a wordless book and is both happy and surprised…”

Jian Wushuang suddenly lifted his head and looked at Chun Qiu, who seemed to have stayed there for a long time and was still in a daze.

“Did you say wordless book?”

Chun Qiu nodded and then pointed at the book in Jian Wushuang’s hand, “This is a wordless book. It’s blank.”

Jian Wushuang looked at the open book. The book was filled with dense records of sword principle, but in Chun Qiu’s view, there were no words.

“Are you sure this book is wordless?” Jian Wushuang asked.

Chun Qiu looked down at him and said, “It’s indeed wordless. What’s wrong, Brother Jian? Did you receive some kind of shock?”

Jian Wushuang shook his head and seemed to have made up his mind.

This Collection of Swords seemed to contain all kinds of terrifying skills that could be copied into it, and it seemed that only the user could see them.

In other words, with this Collection of Swords, wouldn’t he be able to copy other people’s sword principles without any worries?

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang was about to reply to the Chun Qiu when a clear voice came from the enchantment of Little Lonely Heaven.

“Brother Jian, I, Chen Qing, have come to pay you a visit.”

Chen Qing, who had changed into a white robe, appeared in the fluctuations and ripples. He had a vast Immortal aura.

Jian Wushuang also stood up, cupped his hands, and smiled. “I welcome you.”

Chen Qing laughed heartily again. He quickly stepped on the air and landed in front of Jian Wushuang. “It’s been ten days since we last met. Brother Jian, you’re still as mighty as ever.”

“Brother Chen, you’re too kind. I’ve been lacking in practice recently,” Jian Wushuang replied with a bitter smile.

Although Jian Wushuang did not dislike Chen Qing, he subconsciously kept a distance from him.

However, Chen Qing did not seem to sense Jian Wushuang’s distancing. He smiled and said, “It just so happens that the Young Emperor’s condition has stabilized. I have nothing to do, so I came to Little Lonely Heaven to catch up with Brother Jian.”

“Speaking of which, this Little Lonely Heaven is really not bad. It’s full of derivation power and the aura of life is far beyond ordinary realms. Brother Jian, you will definitely benefit greatly from cultivating here.”

Jian Wushuang nodded, “It’s not bad. I’m only staying here temporarily, so I don’t know much about the mystery.”