as a reputable righteous sect with a considerable reputation in the nearby cultivation world. After becoming a disciple of the sect, if they could break through to the tenth level before the age of fo...These two swordsmen were skilled, but their strength was not great. Qin Sang defeated them with little effort. Unlike puppets, they did not have a vital point. Qin Sang treated them completely as living people.

But after these two were defeated, two more swordsmen immediately jumped out from the wall, not giving Qin Sang any time to catch his breath.

With his retreat cut off, Qin Sang understood this was a battle he had to fight with all he had.

In the long corridor, sword lights crisscrossed.

Qin Sang's breathing became heavy, but his eyes grew brighter.

After over ten battles, Qin Sang stepped into the corridor, inching forward with no room to retreat. The darkness at the end of his vision was slowly dissipating, but he still couldn't see what lay beyond.

The swordsman's strength increased with each passing day, his progress following a distinct pattern. At times it was his swordsmanship that improved, at other times his cultivation. He could only utilize his sword techniques or his own divine abilities; his magical artifacts remained sealed away.

Qin Sang already had a premonition that he would fail before reaching the end of the tunnel.

He didn't know what awaited him there.

He has tried every means, but he is helpless against the restrictions in the passage.

Whoosh!

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Two more swordsmen jumped down, using sword techniques different from the ones before.

Each swordsman only uses one sword technique, but they are all very refined. Sword cultivators who walk this sword path will definitely make great strides in their swordsmanship, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

These swordsmen were his opponents, but also like teachers.

Qin Sang could clearly feel that he had gained a lot of understanding during the battle. Unfortunately, because of the unknown fate weighing on his heart, Qin Sang couldn't be happy at all.

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"These two swordsmen, working together, are almost as strong as me!"

Feeling the might of the sword energy, Qin Sang's heart sank slightly, knowing he couldn't run far.

But his actions were not affected in the slightest.

The ebony sword trembled slightly, emitting a crisp ringing sound. Then, it transformed into a bolt of lightning, surpassing the combined attack of the two swordsmen at its peak speed, instantly approaching one of them.

This swordsman can be said to be the perfect sword cultivator, fearless and without emotional fluctuation. When faced with an attack, they can make the best response.

But facing the sword qi and thunderous sounds, this swordsman's speed was still a bit too slow.

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As soon as the sword technique was launched, it was broken by the Ebony Sword's counterattack.

Before the swordsman, a lotus-shaped sword qi was pierced by a bolt of lightning. The ebony sword went unchecked, instantly piercing the swordsman's chest and with a slight turn, heading straight for the other person.

The swordsman, struck in the vital point, suddenly froze. His sword energy dissipated, he sheathed his blade, bowed to Qin Sang, and vanished as a puff of green light, without a sound.

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Another person couldn't hold out for long either.

Then, two swordsmen jumped out from the back wall.

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As soon as they clashed, Qin Sang's eyes changed. They seemed to have anticipated the sword energy and thunderous sounds beforehand. Before the Ebony Sword could strike, they merged into one, assuming a defensive stance.

Their swordsmanship was very strange, their swords pointing in tandem with a swirling aura of sword energy that resembled a tortoise shell, incredibly dense and airtight.

"This sword path..."

Qin Sang sighed helplessly. No matter what sword technique he used, the next enemy could always meet him head-on with a countermeasure.

To my surprise, even the sword qi and thunderous sounds were no exception.

This time, Qin Sang learned his lesson and didn't rush to expose the sword light's division. Instead, he used Sword Qi Thunder Sound to slowly outmaneuver them, grinding the two down until they died.

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Even the most powerful sword technique, practiced in isolation, will inevitably have weaknesses.

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After that, he calmed down and engaged in a protracted battle with his opponent, patiently seeking a way to defeat him.

'Crack! Crack! Crack!'

Qin Sang's footsteps echoed in the corridor, slow but each step was extremely firm.

During this process, Qin Sang simply let go, completely forgetting everything else. All that remained in his heart was the sword in his hand, immersed in kendo. He didn't even realize himself, but his swordsmanship had subtly improved.

The swordsmanship I have learned in the past is now being fully integrated, entering a state of harmony and fluidity.

sword qi and thunder sounds also began to slowly change.

This pure kendo duel was an unprecedented experience for Qin Sang, but the harvest was astonishing.

"Oh no! Their strength has increased again!"

Qin Sang's pupils shrank suddenly.

Because the two new swordsmen who emerged also knew sword energy thunder sound, and were familiar with his weaknesses.

Having just defeated two opponents, Qin Sang hadn't even caught his breath when two flying swords came at him like lightning, one on each side, making it difficult to parry.

Qin Sang helplessly had no choice but to be forced to split his sword light.

He's managed to last this long, which is already very satisfying. Had he been in his state before entering the passage, he would have fallen to the first few swordsmen long ago.

The ebony sword split in two, but instead of blocking the other flying sword, its blade unexpectedly attacked one of the opponents.

The plan worked. Qin Sang's palms shot forward, Zhenyuan surging, using his Dao techniques to block a sword. The Wumu Sword entangled another flying sword, while the unexpected strike of the sword light successfully killed one of the swordsmen.

“Besides swordsmanship, anything that relies on one's own power can be wielded, be it flesh and blood, divine sense, or Dao techniques... However, the power of Dao techniques is closely tied to one's true essence, making it difficult to exceed one's cultivation level limit. Divine sense and fleshly body are possible, but such secret arts are too rare.”

Qin Sang had some new insights, but unfortunately, he hadn't intentionally cultivated his physical body and divine sense.

As Qin Sang reached this point, the pressure on her body surged, and the battle became increasingly difficult.

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When the swordsman finally exhausted his energy after splitting his sword light, he reached his destination.

Qin Sang's face was full of unwillingness. He stared wide-eyed into the depths of the passageway. The darkness there was thinning, and he was about to see what lay inside, but he was facing failure.

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'Whoosh!'

A crescent-shaped sword qi came straight at them.

Qin Sang hastily swung his sword to block, only feeling a sharp pain in his wrist as he was forcefully knocked back and crashed into the wall.

Immediately after, the swordsman flashed before Qin Sang like a ghost, his attack as fierce as a storm. Finally, with both hands gripping his sword, he poured all his strength into one powerful strike!

Death has arrived!

Qin Sang's eyes were about to split, and he let out a roar that was unlike anything human. Throughout his cultivation, no matter how difficult things became, he had never given up. Even facing this inescapable death trap, he remained the same.

He exerted all his strength, wielding his sword in resistance.

The next moment, a blinding sword glow flashed past his eyes.

At this moment, Qin Sang still thought he had died.

After a moment of dizziness, Qin Sang didn't feel any pain. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been moved to the entrance of the corridor at some point.

The swordsman was gone, and the passageway was silent, as if everything had been a dream.

Qin Sang was sweating profusely, and hurriedly summoned the Wumu Sword to inspect it. Seeing that the Wumu Sword hadn't been damaged, he let out a breath of relief and collapsed onto the ground, a smile spreading across his face.

After a brief moment of respite, Qin Sang stood up, his expression returning to calm. He gazed into the depths of the passageway, recalling what he had just comprehended, and then without hesitation, walked back in.

He had to at least see what was at the end of the corridor.

Besides, Qin Sang had a premonition that his swordsmanship realm would achieve a tremendous breakthrough.

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