Legend of Swordsman



Jian Wushuang took out nearly 20 Emperor-grade pills and stuffed them into his mouth.

Only then did his shattered Immortal body feel better.

The medicinal effects of 20 Emperor-grade pills were just enough to offset the side effects of using the Emperor's fate energy so rampantly.

If he did not have these miracle pills, he would have died.

"How is it? Is it serious?" Di Qing walked up quickly and said solemnly.

"It's not a big deal, but I'm afraid I'll be weak for a period of time." He smiled bitterly.

"It's fine. Everything is over. It's time for you to have a good rest," Yan Fan patted his shoulder and said.

Jian Wushuang nodded. Everything had been settled. The two Emperor-to-be were dead and there were no more obstacles.

The next thing was to leave the Endless Sea.

Jian Wushuang turned around slowly and looked at the void in the distance.

At this moment, they did not notice that layers of ripples suddenly appeared in the void behind them. Then, two figures walked out from it.

In the next moment, the two figures suddenly shot up, and a vigorous silk directly wrapped around Di Qing and Immortal Lord Fu Yao.

Caught off guard, they were all hit.

By the time Jian Wushuang reacted, the two figures had already dragged Di Qing and Fu Yao and dashed forward.

"You're courting death!"

Jian Wushuang shouted and instantly rushed forward, followed by Jiang Li and Yan Fan.

A total of seven figures were chasing crazily under the sky that had become a void.

When the two figures dragging Di Qing and Fu Yao stopped, Jian Wushuang stopped as well.

The sky was still broken, but in the middle of the broken sky, an almost completely broken heavenly gate came into view.

This was the ruins of the Third and Fifth Heaven, and also the place where Yu Yao killed her subordinate Yan Immortals to become an Emperor-to-be.

"Wu Shuang, long time no see."

Suddenly, a voice came from the two figures that seemed to be shrouded in fog.

Immediately after, the fog slowly dissipated, and the two figures were revealed.

Jian Wushuang looked at the scene in astonishment.

Those two figures were actually Bian Ziyuan and the Young Prince beside him!

Their reappearance made Jian Wushuang feel a strange change in his mood.

Bian Ziyuan's gaze was cold, and there was only cold killing intent left in his gaze.

The Young Prince stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene with interest.

"Everyone is here. It looks like a good show will start soon."

The Young Prince smiled strangely and stretched out his pale hands.

As his palm moved, billions of tiny dust particles suddenly gathered in the void.

Then, a figure condensed again.

Black Cloud!

At this moment, even Jian Wushuang was completely shocked. Black Cloud, who had been completely obliterated, had actually revived. This was simply unimaginable.

He slowly opened his eyes. At first, he was confused, but then he was overjoyed.

"I… I actually survived?"

Retracting his palm, the Young Prince's face turned even paler. He glanced at Black Cloud and said softly, "Don't be happy too early. Your enemy is right in front of you."

Black Cloud was stunned and looked at Jian Wushuang subconsciously. He trembled and there was only fear in his eyes.

He had not walked out of the terrible destruction. Now that he saw Jian Wushuang again, he almost could not even stand steadily.

This Yan Immortal who had killed him twice and extracted his Emperor Bone had become the most terrifying nightmare in his heart.

The Young Prince who saw Black Cloud's expression could not help but reveal a look of disgust. Then, he said coldly, "Your mission this time is to kill any Grand Yan Immortal you see. Otherwise, you should know what will happen to you."

Hearing this, Black Cloud revealed a bitter expression. "Then I'll try my best."

Ignoring him, the Young Prince looked at Bian Ziyuan and said, "Ziyuan, I'll leave them to you."

"No, I only want him!" Bian Ziyuan's voice was low as he raised his palm and pointed at Jian Wushuang.

He nodded. "Let's begin then."

The familiar chaotic aura spread out again. Although Black Cloud was scared out of his wits, he still chose to fight.

At this moment, Bian Ziyuan also walked forward slowly. He only had eyes for Jian Wushuang.

"Let them go, I'll fight you."

Jian Wushuang said coldly.

"Are you negotiating with me?" He smiled coldly. "Come and get it yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an endless amount of exquisite mist rose up and instantly covered half of the void.

Jiang Li and Yan Fan gritted their teeth. Although they were still at the peak of their cultivation realms, they could not use more than ten percent of their power right now.

Facing Black Cloud, they were completely powerless.

At this moment, the Emperor's fate energy that Jian Wushuang carried had dissipated and his strength had weakened to a certain level.

Without the Emperr's fate energy, he could only fight with a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal by using three streaks fate energy.

Black Cloud had been scared out of his wits by Jian Wushuang, so he did not dare to move forward rashly. He only released his chaotic aura behind him as a distraction.

This undoubtedly gave Jian Wushuang a chance to catch his breath.

His immortal body was already exhausted to the extreme, but he still gritted his teeth and released the Selfless True Shadow.

With the addition of Selfless True Shadow, Jian Wushuang forced himself to carry three streaks of fate energy.

However, before he could channel the three streaks of fate energy, Bian Ziyuan had already charged over brazenly like a ghost.

A fist was swung out heavily, as if millions of mountains and divine peaks were coming.

Jian Wushuang was forced to resist, but he was suddenly knocked back 10,000 feet!

He flew and plowed open a ravine in the void before he could barely stop himself. The blood in his Immortal body churned.

Bian Ziyuan's aura seemed to have changed!

Jian Wushuang became serious. In the previous battle, Bian Ziyuan's cultivation realm was Six Revolutions, but he was killed by Jian Wushuang who had the three traces of fate energy.

And now, the resurrected Bian Ziyuan gave him an extremely strange feeling. His cultivation realm was also hard to fathom for a moment.

Jiang Li and Yan Fan saw that Jian Wushuang was no match for them and were about to rush forward to help, but they were blocked by Black Cloud.

"I'm very hungry."

Black Cloud chuckled, his eyes filled with greed.

On the ruins of the Third and Fifth Heaven, under the broken heavenly gate, a huge battle erupted.

The Yan power from the Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal caused the void to shatter even more violently, and fine cracks appeared on the heavenly gate above the void again.

Waving his hand to block off all the ripples of energy, the pale and gloomy Young Prince turned to look at Di Qing and Fu Yao.

"All of you are not bad. How about being my envoys? In return, I will bring you out of the Endless Sea."

He smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a strange bewitchment.

Di Qing was disgusted and looked at him coldly.

As a prodigy who had walked out of the ancient era, he had his own pride.