Legend of Swordsman



Jian Wushuang said, "Prince Mo, you can't die now. Once you dies, there will be no more news about the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor."

"Is that Heaven-patterned Bone Armor even more important than your life?" Cheng Qing was also anxious. He knew the aura in the hall better than Jian Wushuang.

It was precisely because he knew that he wanted to stop Jian Wushuang from going to his death.

"Of course, it's not as important as my life, " Jian Wushuang said with a smile. "But the current situation is the best situation."

After saying that, he immediately leaped forward, not afraid of the collapsing hall at all.

"Brother Chen Qing, are you afraid?" Chun Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled. Then, he caught up with Jian Wushuang without any hesitation.

"W-who's afraid? Can such a small scene intimidate me, Cheng Qing?" Cheng Qing was anxious, but he gritted his teeth and followed.

In the chaotic Heavenly Palace, the top cultivators and Yan Immortals were dying one after another. The ground had completely collapsed, and the entire palace was in a state of collapse.

The seven figures were like seven huge rocks. Not a single Yan Immortal could shake them.

Prince Mo, who had his cheekbone pierced by the sword and was nailed to the chair, stopped wailing. He clenched the blade of the sword and pulled the entire sword out of his head.

At this moment, the entire left side of Prince Mo's face had been replaced by a huge bloody hole. Even one of his eyeballs had been shattered.

As the son of the Great Si Region's Emperor, he had never been so humiliated before.

"Kill them all, don't leave a single one!" A voice that sounded like someone weeping blood resounded. The black-robed figure who had saved his life earlier nodded respectfully. "Yes, Fifth Prince."

He took a step forward, and a boundless force spread out, causing the originally white-hot slaughter to stop.

Black robe extended his withered palm and slowly pulled down his hood, revealing an old face full of wrinkles.

"Hand over your heads, and I'll let you die a good death. Otherwise, you'll be ground to ashes." An ancient voice rang out from black robe's mouth.

Behind him, there was a dim black wheel of light.

If Jian Wushuang had been there, he would have realized that the black light wheels were the same as the light wheels on the backs of the Founding Elders in the Heavenly Court.

This was the symbol of someone who had completely stepped into the Grand Yan Immortal level from the Yan Immortal level.

The seven figures did not seem to be intimidated by a Grand Yan Immortal.

There were two figures who shook their arms and a light wheel appeared behind them.

Two more Grand Yan Immortals!

The top cultivators and Yan Immortals who were planning to fight to the death all took a step back and left the battlefield after seeing this.

"It's really a big move. I was wondering why you weren't afraid. It turns out that you've already made full preparations." The Elder in black robe's eyes showed no fear. "With me around, you won't be able to hurt the Fifth Prince."

With a cold sneer, the young guard who showed the Grand Yan Immortal cultivation realm took a step forward and his palms struck out.

An attack that completely exceeded the power of a Yan Immortal smashed toward the Elder in a black robe.

The black robe Elder tried to resist, sending out a shock wave.

Under such a shock wave, even the giant pillars in the palace were shattered, and even a Yan Immortal could not stand still.

Prince Mo was sent flying. He lay on the ground in a sorry state. He looked around with his remaining eye, as if he was looking for something.

As soon as the battle broke out, Yin Ling, who had been snuggling up to him, disappeared without a trace, as if she had never appeared.

"Fifth Prince, run, run!" the white-robed Yan Immortal, who had been following Prince Mo, appeared at the right time and dragged him away.

Prince Mo acted as if he had not heard anything. His ferocious face was expressionless. "Tell me, is it Prince Jiu or the rest of my brothers who want me dead?"

"Let's not think about this for now. Let's quickly escape to the Heavenly Court." The white-robed Yan Immortal was also scared out of his wits by this scene.

The assassination attempt carried out by two Grand Yan Immortals was a terrifying move that no force in the entire Great Si Region could pull off. However, it had actually happened.

"Prince Jiu, it must be Prince Jiu! I want him to pay with his life!" Prince Mo shouted as his aura rose at an unbelievable speed.

Seeing that Prince Mo was still alive, the two Grand Yan Immortals, who were suppressing one with two, waved their hands. The remaining five figures understood tacitly and immediately tore through the encirclement and rushed over.

Even if Prince Mo had mastered and comprehended an Immortal Style, it would be of no use in the current situation.

By the time the venomous snake behind him revealed its fangs, it was already too late. There was no turning back.

The white-robed Yan Immortal in front of him could only defend with his hands before he was turned into dust.

Prince Mo stood rooted to the ground as he faced the figures that were about to surround him.

At this moment, a figure with great momentum moved the clouds and rode the wind, rushing into the hall with unimaginable speed.

None of the five figures who had surrounded Prince Mo noticed this.

The tall and thin man at the front held a True Sword in his hand and stabbed at his Immortal Source without any unnecessary movements.

A sudden change occurred!

The tall and thin figure only felt a heavy kick on his back, and then his entire body flew out.

Jian Wushuang kicked a gap in the encirclement and picked up Prince Mo to retreat without any hesitation.

The other four figures saw this and clenched their fists in the air.

Jian Wushuang felt his chest tighten and his retreating speed slowed down for a moment. Without thinking, he condensed an Invisible Sword in his right hand and cut off the invisible aura that bound him.

"Chase!" The five of them shouted in unison and tried to capture Jian Wushuang.

But then, a majestic Sword Intent surged from Jian Wushuang's back like a great river and ocean, directly pushing toward the five figures.

"I say, can you change your target? Perhaps target me instead?"

With a sword in his left hand and a wine pot in his right hand, Cheng Qing's carefree figure stood in front of the group.

"Get lost!" Five figures pounced at him.

Chen Qing shouted as he drew his sword to fight.

After getting a moment to catch his breath, Prince Mo looked at this ordinary-looking but valiant-looking guard and felt that he had a familiar aura.

Looking at the miserable Prince Mo, Jian Wushuang pressed him against a giant pillar with one hand and took out a Heaven-patterned Bone Armor covered with complicated patterns.

"Give me this thing."

"W-what is it?" Prince Mo looked at Jian Wushuang, who was not a good person, and then at the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor in his hand. He felt that it was familiar.

"Don't play any tricks with me. Hand this thing over to me and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, I'll crush your Immortal Source before they kill you," Jian Wushuang said in a cold voice.

Prince Mo shivered inexplicably. The strong desire to live caused the memories of the past to gradually resurface in his mind.

"I think I have a piece of this too. I have it with me."