Legend of Swordsman



He, Prince Jiu, had never expected this. This fellow should have died, but not only did he not die, he had also returned with an Immortal Style.

A seemingly unremarkable and unfathomable fellow had actually comprehended an Immortal Style. How could he not be shocked?

One must know that to be able to comprehend an Immortal Style, it meant that the Yan Immortal realm was complete and one had touched a higher level.

Understanding it and using it well, it further explained how terrifying it was. Breaking through to the Yan Immortal realm was only a matter of time.

Since ancient times, countless top cultivators had been unable to enter the Yan Immortal stage. And the Wang Mi realm above the Yan Immortal stage made even the Yan Immortal feel despair.

The Yan Immortal was a dividing line. Even if one's lifespan was endless, one could not feel the mysterious and elusive fate energy, and could only despair.

At the same time, even among the Yan Immortals who had transcended the mortal world, there were very few who could die well.

If they could not break through to the next cultivation realm, their endless lifespan was like a trap or a cage to them.

A Yan Immortal who had not broken through the shackles could die in a terrible war with the turbulence of a Heavenly Region, or he could cut off his own Immortal Source and not even enter reincarnation.

This was a path of cultivation with no path of retreat. The vast silence of death was far more than the tragic slaughter.

The first step to breaking through the shackles was to comprehend the Immortal Style.

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Right now, this spectacular scene that was happening one after another, if was not an Immortal Style, what could it be!?

The Young Emperor was also shocked. When he saw the figure commanding the mountains and rivers like an Emperor, the scene he least wanted to see appeared.

"So, this is his true strength..."

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"Enough! Stop right there." Prince Jiu's eyes began to turn red. He waved his palm and tore apart the mountain that was pressing down on him.

The continuous fierce battles had made Prince Jiu tired, especially after the Young Emperor's Immortal Style, which had consumed more than half of his physical strength.

The few Yan Immortals present all retreated, afraid of becoming cannon fodder.

Jian Wushuang, who had an ancient galaxy between his eyebrows, looked at him indifferently.

Prince Jiu was panting slightly. He sounded a little hysterical. "Do you think that you can defeat me with just one Immortal Style?"

"Be prepared to regret it."

The light red scroll that stretched for thousands of miles became more and more intense. Prince Jiu stood in the middle of the scroll, slowly gathering a vigorous Yan power in his hand.

Immediately after, the picture scroll twisted and rolled up, forming many True Shadows.

Each of the true shadows was Prince Jiu.

The faint red True Shadows were so solid that they surrounded Jian Wushuang.

"You guys won't shed a tear until you see your coffins. Since you want to fight to the end, I'll have to send you to your coffins."

Prince Jiu let out a strange smile. After he uttered the word 'Exterminate' in a low voice, the space of the scroll was devoured by the extreme darkness in an instant.

Outsiders were unable to see what was going on inside.

The hundreds of True Shadows in the scroll space all moved at this moment, carrying a powerful force as they rushed forward.

Jian Wushuang noticed the change immediately. He waved his hand and a brilliant sun rose high in the sky, shining for a hundred miles.

The indescribable light barely tore through the darkness. The True Shadows that were rushing forward turned into puddles of mud when they touched the light of the sun.

However, Jian Wushuang immediately felt that something was wrong. The True Shadows that had turned into mud were rolling and running. In an instant, they turned into thousands of chains and bound him from the bottom to the top.

In the next moment, countless strange eyes appeared in the originally dark space!

Each of these eyes were either mocking, cruel, or cold, as if they were an endless abyss that one could sink into with a single glance.

Jian Wushuang was trapped by the chains and could not move at all. He could only watch as the ten thousand eyes above his head devoured the Yan power in his body.

Outside this extremely dark space, the corners of Prince Jiu's lips curled into an inexplicable smile. "If we weren't in the Heavenly Realm, I would have treated you well."

Then, he slowly turned around and said to the helpless Young Emperor, "Your backer chose to die ahead of you. Are you still not backing out? Are you waiting for me to throw you out?"

The Young Emperor looked at Prince Jiu coldly. Based on his intuition, he knew that Jian Wushuang would not be eliminated so easily.

As expected, before the smile on Prince Jiu's face faded, the extremely dark space that stretched for thousands of miles behind him exploded with a loud bang!

A miserable wail was heard along with the wind, and a huge amount of mixed black Yan power exploded.

A figure holding a divine peak in his hand suddenly arrived!

Jian Wushuang's eyes were extremely cold. Then, he faced Prince Jiu and threw the divine peak in his hand at him.

Caught off guard, Prince Jiu did not even have the chance to make a sound before he was crushed by the divine peak that came flying at him.

The divine peak, which was already ten thousand feet tall, expanded with the wind and turned into a divine mountain that was ten million feet tall. With irresistible power, it sealed Prince Jiu's body in the root of the mountain.

The earth collapsed, the great river flowed in reverse, and strange phenomena appeared.

With the principle of taking advantage of the enemy's weakness, Jian Wushuang gathered all the Yan power in his body under his feet. Then, he stomped heavily on the peak of the sacred mountain with a powerful and earth-shaking kick.

Boom boom boom!

Even the divine mountain that was tens of millions of feet tall could not withstand this kick, and a deep ravine appeared.

The tremendous force went straight to the surface of the ground. Prince Jiu, who was pressed firmly under the mountain's root, had his vital Qi sink into his Dantian. Just as he was about to burst out with a surge of power, his Immortal Source was almost destroyed by the tremendous force.

His vision darkened, and dark red divine blood gushed out from his nose.

Just as Jian Wushuang was about to take Prince Jiu's life in one go, the morning bell and evening drum's loud sound reverberated.

"It's time. Everyone, please stop and head to the Heavenly Court."

In a black robe, the extremely mysterious Uncle Yu appeared in the Heavenly Realm, looking at every last Yan Immortal with his cloudy eyes.

Jian Wushuang's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness. When he was about to release the last thunderbolt, he found that the air seemed to stagnate and Yan power was suppressed.

As if sensing something, he turned around and looked at Uncle Yu, who had just appeared in the Heavenly Realm.

As their eyes met, a slight ripple could be seen in Uncle Yu's cloudy eyes. Then, he turned around, waved his sleeve, and sent Prince Jiu, who was sealed under the divine peak, back to the Heavenly Court.

"Everyone, please head to the Heavenly Court immediately."

After saying this last sentence, the entire Heavenly Realm fell silent.

The remaining Yan Immortals looked at each other and quickly left for the Heavenly Court.

Jian Wushuang slowly let out a breath of turbid air and finally relaxed.

The fight for the Peach, which had lasted for half a year, had ended with Jian Wushuang sealing Prince Jiu and winning the Immortal Peach.