Legend of Swordsman



Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed and his breathing became heavy.

The piece of jade that entered his eyes was the Heaven-patterned Bone Armor that he had been searching for all this time.

The person holding the bone armor was none other than Lady Yin Ling, who had been by Prince Mo's side the entire time.

Jian Wushuang subconsciously reached out to grab it, but Yin Ling suddenly retracted it.

"Do you really need this thing?" Yiling waved the bone armor in her hand and looked at him playfully.

Jian Wushuang, who had almost recovered, stood up from the ground and stared at her.

"This thing is of no use to me, but it seems that you need it very much," Yin Ling said slowly. "I can give it to you, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Speak," Jian Wushuang frowned.

Yin Ling nodded. "The condition is simple. Take me out of here and never set foot here again."

Jian Wushuang, who had no intention of carrying out the conditions of the exchange, nodded after hearing the simple requirements, "Sure, I agree."

Yin Ling smiled, but when he reached out, she quickly stuffed the bone armor into her chest.

"I can't give it to you now. If you change your mind at the last minute, I'll be the one in trouble," Yin Ling said seriously. "So I can only give it to you after I've left the Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture completely.

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang did not say much. Now that another Heaven-patterned Bone Armor was in front of him, it saved him a lot of energy.

At the same time, in the face of such a simple request, he could exchange it for a piece of bone armor, and there was no need to kill again.

Although she might be a burden or an unstable factor, Jian Wushuang had already decided to take her away.

He took out a few crystals from the black mountains and put them into his mouth to quickly nourish his newly recovered meridians. He said, "Wait here for a while. I'll be back soon and come back to receive you later."

Yin Ling shook her head and said, "No, I'll go with you. There are too many variables now. It might be safer for me to follow you."

Jian Wushuang had no choice but to ignore her and fly into the sky.

Although he wanted to give Di Qing an eye for an eye, the gap between the two of them was too great. It was obviously unwise to seek revenge at this moment.

Jian Wushuang took a deep look at Di Qing and prepared to grab Chen Qing and Chun Qiu.

At this moment, he glanced at the Fusang Tree from the corner of his eye.

A ghostly figure quietly appeared behind the frightened Prince Mo.

Perhaps he had sensed the strange aura behind him, but Prince Mo subconsciously turned his body.

A cold light flashed, and the majestic Yan power force directly crushed half of his body into powder.

A blood-curdling scream resounded.

"Master Di, save me!"

However, Di Qing was now entangled with the two Grand Yan Immortals and could not get away, let alone rush to the rescue like before.

If he had not subconsciously turned around, that sneak attack alone would have been enough to kill him.

Half of Prince Mo's body was completely shattered. He collapsed under the Fusang Tree with an ashen face.

The ghostly figure slowly walked in front of him, holding a True Sword in his hand.

The ghostly figure had a ferocious mask, but from the shape of the body, it was a woman.

It was obvious that she was the one who had severely injured Prince Mo.

As if sensing the danger of death, Prince Mo calmed down from his initial panic and began to fight back with all his might.

He used his remaining arm to release a vast amount of Yan power, which blasted toward the ghostly figure.

However, the next moment, she instantly drew her sword and cut off Prince Mo's remaining arm.

The ghostly figure did not want to talk nonsense. After cutting off his arm, she activated her vast Yan power to destroy his Immortal Source.

A sudden change occurred!

Before the majestic force could touch Prince Mo's Immortal Source, it was suddenly cut off. Then, even the ghostly figure was trapped by a strange force.

Di Qing again!

He was simply too terrifying. With just a wave of his hand, he could easily trap a Yan Immortal.

The ghostly figure clearly did not anticipate this. By the time she reacted, it was already too late.

Di Qing grabbed her, obviously intending to crush her Immortal Source directly.

At that moment, Jian Wushuang suddenly appeared with an Invisible Sword in his hand and cut off all the connections Di Qing had with the ghostly figure.

Di Qing's eyes suddenly narrowed, as if he had seen something incredible. Obviously, he was very surprised that Jian Wushuang was still alive.

However, he could no longer withdraw. Facing these two Grand Yan Immortals who seemed vulnerable but were extremely difficult to deal with, he could not use his full strength, so he could only face them off like this.

Because once Di Qing used an even more supreme power, his unique aura would inevitably spread throughout the entire Northern Heaven Celestial Prefecture. If the Heavenly Court really detected it, he would either have to surrender or die.

Therefore, he could not use his full strength at all, and could only hold on like this.

Although Di Qing did not care about Prince Mo's life or death, he was still very generous with the Enlightenment Dao Field and some other conditions.

The True Crow's bloodline was formed from all living beings in the world, and no matter how the Great Dao circulated, it was always the most ancient and top-tier existence.

Di Qing, on the other hand, had already cultivated Nine True Feathers. With one more, he would be able to comprehend the Emperor's fate energy and ascend to the throne.

Therefore, he could not let anything happen to himself now. He could not let anything happen to Prince Mo, who had provided him with the training ground and resources.

Jian Wushuang and Di Qing looked at each other coldly, and Jian Wushuang retreated without fear as he clutched the ghostly woman.

The ghostly figure's body struggled unnaturally, but after realizing that it was futile, she simply let him hold on.

After returning to the huge Fusang Tree, Jian Wushuang slowly let out a breath of turbid air.

After breaking free from Jian Wushuang's grasp, the ghostly figure with the mask came to Prince Mo with her sword.

Perhaps it had experienced a series of fierce battles, but the mask band behind the ghostly figure's hair suddenly fell off, and the entire black-gold mask fell off.

Her fine black hair fell down, revealing a beautiful and delicate face that was a little pale.

"It's you?" When Jian Wushuang saw the extremely recognizable face, he subconsciously blurted out, "Zheng Ying?"

The woman with a beautiful and delicate face was the unconscious woman that Jian Wushuang had seen not long after he had defeated the giant Sea Sky Octopus when he had first arrived in the Great Yan Domain and escorted the black mountain crystals together with Chun Qiu.

When the ghostly figure heard the name 'Zheng Ying', her body trembled. She had not expected that someone would call out her name in a place like this.