Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 3197: Jian Wushuang and Duan Lang

Feixue also understood.

The Temporal Temple had never taken the initiative to fight for a spot in the blood wave world.

Because there were not many cultivators in the Temporal Temple, there were only a few top Immortal Saints in each era who had the potential and strength to fight for the opportunity in the Blood Wave Realm. Usually, there were five spots, it was enough, so there was no need for the Temporal Temple to fight for it.

But do not forget, the first-class big forces in the Divine Beginning Realm had more than five spots each time they entered the Blood Wave Realm.

Take the Carefree mansion for example. The Carefree mansion was only the overlord of the Second Heaven. It could not compare to the four Big Divine Sects and the eight directions celestial sect in the third sky, let alone the three holy regions. But every time the Carefree mansion entered the Blood Wave Realm…more than five.

Even a Carefree mansion, one of the three major Freedom Alliance Temporal Temple, even if there are 10 or 20 places are not too many.

If Duan Lang could defeat Jian Wushuang, Temple Master Bai Xing would be able to help him get a spot. It would be easy for him to get a spot.

“Don’t be happy too early.”

Temple Master Bai Xing looked down at Duan Lang and said coldly, “If you defeat Heavenly Sword Marquis, I will naturally help you get a spot. But if you lose to Jian Wushuang, then you will be punished by me. Do you accept it?”

“Punished?” Duan Lang’s face changed.

He also understood that Temple Master Bai Xing’s status was not something he could question.

Now that he had questioned him unless he could prove that he was stronger than Jian Wushuang…he had to accept the punishment.

“I accept.” Duan Lang nodded.

He was confident in his strength and did not think that he would be defeated by Jian Wushuang.

“Well, in this space-time, you two can fight. Remember, if either side’s divine body collapses, they will lose,” Temple Master Bai Xing said.

Jian Wushuang and Duan Lang nodded heavily.

In this space-time, Duan Lang stared at Jian Wushuang with a hint of hostility in his eyes, “Heavenly Sword Marquis, even I admire your ability to jump levels. Unfortunately, you need absolute strength to travel in the Blood Wave Realm. Are you strong enough?”

“You’ll know if I’m strong enough,” Jian Wushuang said with a faint smile, “don’t talk so much nonsense. Just attack. If you’re really capable, defeat me directly. Otherwise…you, an immortal saint, might not be able to bear the punishment of Temple Master Bai Xing.”

Hearing the word ‘punishment’, Duan Lang’s heart trembled, but soon his eyes became firm.

“If you want to avoid the punishment of Temple Master Bai Xing, you just have to defeat him.”

Duan Lang murmured. With a flip of his hand, a purple spear appeared in his hand. It was extremely cold and powerful. Although it had not reached the level of a supreme treasure, it was definitely a top-tier holy treasure. It was definitely not lower than Jian Wushuang’s Blood Mountain Sword.

Jian Wushuang had also taken out his Blood Mountain Sword.

“Heavenly Sword Marquis, be careful!”

As soon as Duan Lang finished his words, he dashed forward.

The distance between them was instantly crossed by Duan Lang.

“Star illusionary spear!”

With a shout, the demonic purple spear in Duan Lang’s hand pierced through the void and stabbed toward Jian Wushuang. The tip of the spear flickered with purple demonic light like purple stars, illuminating the void.

“This speed…”

Jian Wushuang’s pupils constricted. He waved the Blood Mountain Sword in his hand and immediately met the spear head-on.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! ~ ~

The sound of metal colliding rang out in the space-time. In a short moment, Jian Wushuang and Duan Lang had exchanged dozens of head-on blows. Whether it was their body speed, their sword and spear strikes were both extremely fast,

this was normal. After all, both of them had comprehended the space-time principles, and their comprehension level was very high. The space-time principles were best at speed.

Suddenly, Duan Lang raised his hands and the spear in his hands turned into a smash. A violent and scorching power condensed in his spear. The body of the spear was like a flood dragon, and it was thrown directly at Jian Wushuang. Jian Wushuang held his sword to block it, as soon as he made contact with the body of the spear, Duan Lang suddenly put away the spear and then sent it away.

This move seemed simple, but it was the most flexible use of spear techniques.

A trace of surprise flashed in Jian Wushuang’s eyes, and he immediately retreated.

“So powerful!”

Jian Wushuang stood in the void at the edge, staring at Duan Lang with a burning gaze.

Although he had just fought with Duan Lang and neither of them had shown their true strength, the spear technique Duan Lang displayed in such a short exchange had already shocked Jian Wushuang.

Duan Lang’s spear technique was even more exquisite than his swordsmanship, and his comprehension of the space-time principles seemed to be better than his. In the continuous collisions just now, they seemed to be evenly matched, however, in fact, Jian Wushuang knew that he was at a disadvantage because his sword speed was slightly slower than Duan Lang’s spear speed.

Although it was only slightly slower, it was still a gap.

“Heavenly Sword Marquis, is that all you have?” Duan Lang held the spear in one hand and stared at Jian Wushuang with an extremely cold gaze.

“Haha, interesting.” Jian Wushuang’s lips curled into a smile. Then, a large amount of golden divine power condensed behind him. In the blink of an eye, the 90,000-meter-tall punishment divine realm expert was formed. His icy golden eyes…he looked down at Duan Lang with a soul-stirring ability.

Duan Lang narrowed his eyes, but his expression did not change at all.

“Again!”

Jian Wushuang rushed forward again.

“Humph!”

Duan Lang snorted coldly. His figure was like a ghost, and in an instant, the purple stars once again chilled the void.

Clang! Clang!

After two consecutive exchanges, Duan Lang immediately sensed that Jian Wushuang was different from before.

“His strength is stronger, and his speed is a little faster. He is indeed a little stronger than before, but that’s not enough!” Duan Lang’s low voice echoed throughout the world, then his spear skill finally exploded.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Purple light burst out like purple electric snakes. His speed was at least 30 percent faster than when he fought with Jian Wushuang!

When Jian Wushuang fought with him, he felt that Duan Lang’s spear speed was slightly faster than his sword speed.

On this basis, Duan Lang’s spear attack speed was 30% faster?

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