Legend of Swordsman

4589 Unparalleled Sword Dao, Boundless Sword Strike

Shi Ting nodded. “I see. But it’s a blessing that this sword manual was passed down.”

Before Jian Wushuang could speak, Shi Ting continued, “The chaos was separated and the universe was born. Although there are thousands of sword principles, is there really a sword principle that is connected to your mind?”

Jian Wushuang was stunned. Apparently, he was also thinking about the same question.

He originally wanted to blurt out the Tarot Sword Manual, but in the end, he didn’t.

“That’s right, the Tarot Sword Manual could easily split the universe, but was it really in line with his heart?”

!!Even if the inheritance was not destroyed in his hands, even if he could display the power of the Tarot Sword Manual, it was still the Sword Dao of Supreme Tarot.

Shi Ting said, “You have to be clear about every word I said. Your understanding of the Sword Dao is far beyond your imagination. But even if you can understand every Sword Dao and integrate them, they will still not be yours. Each Sword Dao will only belong to their creator.”

“From the moment you started cultivating the Tarot Sword Manual, a tiny sword mark was left in your heart. This sword mark is the barrier.”

“What you need to do now is to find your own Sword Dao.”

At the same time, he waved his right hand in the air. The invisible but tangible fluctuations made Jian Wushuang cast a sidelong glance.

Although Shi Ting’s hand was empty, the sharp and invisible aura made Jian Wushuang understand.

It was an invisible sword, a Sword Dao that belonged to Shi Ting.

Jian Wushuang was overwhelmed with emotions. He immediately placed the Tarot Divine Sword to one side and started to comprehend the concept that was gradually taking shape in his heart as time stopped.

There was no brilliant sword essence, only the purest form and move.

“I’ve always been searching for my own Sword Dao, but it’s always fleeting. I’m also afraid that the Sword Dao I’ve comprehended will be incomplete, so I’ve put it aside until now.”

“Now, I will no longer run away. Even if the sword manual becomes incomplete because of this, I will not regret it!”

Jian Wushuang suddenly opened his eyes and a golden light radiated from his eyes.

Divine patterns started to gather around his palm that had been rising with the wind.

Frame by frame, his extremely slow movements seemed to be analyzing the Sword Intent in his mind.

Complicated and extremely mysterious divine patterns started to appear around Jian Wushuang.

Shi Ting had already left Jian Wushuang and was looking at him from afar.

“Integrate with all things in the world, and stay outside…”

“Using the sword to enter the Dao!”

With the shapeless body of the sword, divine power as the hilt, the long wind as the blade, and divine glyphs as the center, an extremely strange but reckless long sword appeared.

This was the manifestation of Jian Wushuang’s sword principle. A boundless Sword Intent that was different but stronger than before soared into the sky.

Even though he had once held the Tarot Divine Sword and released the power to split the sky, he had never released such endless pressure as he was now.

His long hair was untied and danced wildly behind his back. His pale golden eyes emitted a crystal-like brilliance, as if a God had descended and emitted endless divine might!

For the first time, the divine power floating around the training hall became restless.

The ownerless divine power that was derived seemed to have sensed the sword essence that was in the process of being nurtured. It attacked crazily from all directions, trying to merge with it.

Shi Ting waved his hand to create a barrier outside the dojo, blocking the worship of the ownerless divine power.

The long sword with golden patterns was raised above his head. At that moment, Jian Wushuang seemed to have turned into a sword and a hazy treasure image occupied half of the Daoist sanctum.

“I have a sword move…”

“Today, I’d like to invite Old Sir to take a look!”

A deep roar came from his chest, and the manifestation sword intent in his hand slashed down.

The phantom form also fell.

The sacred and ritualistic stroke was a sword principle that only belonged to him!

The endless golden runes expanded and bloomed along with the power of the sword!

Swish!

In the next moment, the Daoist sanctum built with divine power trembled, and the sword will that took form slashed down.

The almost indestructible training hall was instantly torn into a long mark like a natural chasm, and the remaining training halls quickly fell apart.

Shi Ting stood at the center of the Sword Intent, and the divine power barrier he created was almost immediately swallowed.

When the entire training hall was torn in half by the heavenly chasm, the divine gold pattern that had already disappeared suddenly transformed into a pillar of light that shot up into the sky from the bottom of the training hall, eventually devouring the entire training hall.

The most magnificent and sacred explosion lasted for a full ten breaths before it finally ended with the fall of a figure.

The light of the divine power spread and the Daoist sanctum that had been destroyed by such an unparalleled attack slowly appeared.

Countless divine power turned into threads that lifted Jian Wushuang up. The destroyed dojo was scattered everywhere like stars.

The thousands of divine weapons below the Daoist sanctum trembled at the same time, as if they could no longer suppress their divine might.

Lying on the divine power, Jian Wushuang gasped for breath. Although the divine power that had been depleted was instantly replenished, the pain that went straight to the divine soul still dazzled Jian Wushuang.

Just the power of this move had almost sucked him dry. If he used it in the universe where his divine power could not be replenished quickly, it would be a moment of life and death.

Shi Ting’s figure reappeared and he stood on a fragment as he drove toward Jian Wushuang.

“Is this your Sword Dao?” Shi Ting asked.

Jian Wushuang was stunned, then he said proudly, “This is my Dao!”

Shi Ting’s face started to reveal a smile and he said. “Astounding.”

“Thank you for your guidance, Old Sir!” Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said with joy.

Shi Ting laughed, “My advice is not of much use. Everything is based on your own thoughts and understanding.”

Jian Wushuang shook his head, “It’s precisely because of your teachings that I dared to take that step. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to move forward.”

Shi Ting nodded. Jian Wushuang’s brilliant stroke was a brilliant stroke that he had fully comprehended his own Sword Dao. From now on, he would definitely be more and more integrated with his own Great Dao.

“Do you know what the extreme realm of the Sword Dao is?” Shi Ting sent the last question.

Jian Wushuang pondered for a moment and then said with some uncertainty, “Man and sword as one? Turn invisible? A hidden weapon?”

Shi Ting laughed. He did not refute or agree with Jian Wushuang.

Countless divine powers spread from the feet of Shi Ting, turning into divine butterflies or chasing birds.

He slowly stretched out his palm. A chasing bird stopped at his fingertips, flapping its wings and flying up and down.

“When the bird is willing to stay at the tip of your sword, everything will be done.”

After saying that, Shi Ting’s body turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

Along with him, a vast amount of divine power also dissipated.

“Old Sir?!” Jian Wushuang forced himself to stand up and looked at the place where Shi Ting had disappeared.