Legend of Swordsman



Jian Wushuang always seemed to know everything and was not in a hurry. In the Young Emperor's opinion, no one around him was like him, a lone wolf.

Invisible Sword Intent rose quietly and condensed around his body.

One...

Ten...

Ten thousand!

Countless Invisible Swords rose into the sky and turned into a terrifying light that covered the sky, hanging above the heads of every black-robed top cultivator.

A great horror of life and death surged in everyone's heart. Even Yan Immortals felt a chill under the sword curtain.

Chen Qing, who was escorting the Young Emperor, turned around and looked at this scene in shock. A deep sense of fear flashed through his eyes before he turned around.

Jian Wushuang's clothes fluttered in the wind like a lonesome sword. No one could see through his thoughts. With every step he took, the sword curtain hanging in the sky moved forward.

A bold Ancestor-level cultivator took a step forward to test the waters. A sword appeared in the sky and slashed down!

Swish.

A sound that could not be any softer, like the sound of death, rang out in Tian City that was about to shatter.

The Ancestor-level cultivator was crushed into powder, and even the life source in his body was shattered. There was no possibility of resurrection!

A single Sword Intent had killed an Ancestor-level expert. Looking at the dense sword screen in the sky, all the Ancestor-level experts took a step back subconsciously, their faces filled with shock.

For a moment, even the few Yan Immortals did not dare to act rashly.

Jian Wushuang glanced at all of them coldly and quickened his pace.

Although the sword curtain was powerful, he knew that if they really fought, these sword curtains could only kill over a hundred Ancestor-level cultivators. If the eight Yan Immortals worked together, the effect would be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Jian Wushuang was betting that they would not dare to go forward.

Once he left Tian City, it would be much easier to escape.

However, after a few miles, the Yan Immortals looked at each other, and a sense of ruthlessness surged out. They no longer cared about the sword curtain in the sky and actually joined forces to attack!

Jian Wushuang was shocked and released his sword curtain without thinking.

However, while this sword screen may be intimidating to Ancestor-level cultivators, it was still a little weak against Yan Immortals.

The first black-robed Yan Immortal waved his hand and threw out a wave of Yan power, which swept away the approaching sword curtain and went straight for Jian Wushuang.

"Brat, I don't care who you are, you'll die here today!" The eight Yan Immortals rushed forward at the same time. The Yan power ribbons in their hands changed in a myriad of ways and went straight for Jian Wushuang.

The majestic and terrifying Yan power turned into a huge net that covered the sky. After Jian Wushuang pushed Chun Qiu far away from the battle, he snorted coldly and took the attack with his long sword.

100,000 sword strikes in an instant. Just as the leading Yan Immortal waved his palm, he suddenly felt a sharp Sword Intent breaking through the void and coming at him.

In the nick of time, he made the most correct choice. His body suddenly slanted, and half of the left side of his body instantly shattered.

His divine body shattered, and the unbearable pain made him cry out in pain. A look of hope was still hanging in his eyes, but in the next moment, the sword light that completely erupted tore him into pieces.

All the top cultivators went crazy. No one cared about Jian Wushuang's strength and they all pressed down on him like a flood.

If the Young Emperor escaped, they would have no chance of surviving even if they went back to report. They could only survive if they killed him completely!

Jian Wushuang's expression changed. At that moment, the boundless Yan power poured down on him. The entire vast Tian City was turned into dust under the terrifying pressure.

He no longer hesitated and drew his sword. He combined the two moves -- Star and River -- of the Wushuang Sword Dao into one move, forming an indomitable Extinctive Sword Strike!

The crazy aura that rose from the sky and wanted to suppress the sky was rapidly rising, and then resolutely crashed into the enemy with great momentum!

There was a huge light flashing and the ground of Jingchuan Heaven Domain was cracking. The ground was covered with cracks like a deep abyss.

Every Heaven Domain in the Great Yan Domain was far stronger than any place in the Divine Power Universe!

In fact, there was no comparison between them. A place that could accommodate the Enlightenment and cultivation of Immortals was already the ultimate place in the world.

However, even such a Heavenly Domain began to collapse under the collision of the two.

The Young Emperor, who was being surrounded by Cheng Qing and the skinny purple-robed man, suddenly blushed when he felt the destructive power.

Then, he suddenly broke free from Chen Qing and the other man. He took a step in the air and stepped on the eight-armed Arhat's waist. He borrowed the force and ran back quickly.

"Young Emperor!" Cheng Qing shouted, but it was too late to stop him. He could only watch the Young Emperor's figure leave.

As for the skinny purple-robed man, he returned without any hesitation almost at the same time as the Young Emperor moved.

Cheng Qing gritted his teeth and then flew behind the fierce battle.

Chun Qiu, who was sitting on the shoulder of eight-armed Arhat, was also a little confused. To him, the Young Emperor's death could be considered an end to his hatred and resentment, but he also thought of Jian Wushuang, who had covered the retreat by himself.

The eight-armed Arhat stopped and glared at him. Chun Qiu turned around and looked at the figure that was like a moth flying into the fire.

The next moment, he also flew back without any hesitation!

"Young Emperor? It's better to die in my hands. I'm only going back to save Brother Jian!"

The Extinctive Sword Strike that had transcended the meaning of the Sword Dao of the past broke through the supreme power layer by layer, but it was immediately replaced by the more vigorous Yan power theory.

Jian Wushuang was holding on, and the Yan power in his body was flowing out crazily. He was already beyond his usual power!

Just as he was about to summon the three Emperors, a pair of pale hands pressed against the mighty force.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. It was the Young Emperor who could pass out at any time.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?" Under such pressure, Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

The Young Emperor smiled, and a stream of divine blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth again. "I need you to return to the Six Heavens..."

"Dont, don't forget, you still have a promise to help me ascend to the throne..."

"If you die, I'll suffer... a great loss..." The Young Emperor had tried his best to release his Yan power, but it seemed to put a heavy burden on his divine body. He could not even open his eyes.

However, even so, the Young Emperor seemed to have something else to say. "Remember, return to the Six Heavens, you must be there."