Legend of Swordsman

However, Jian Wushuang was not anxious. Instead, he gradually calmed down.

The celestial soil under his feet was part of the Small World Mountain. It was the Celestial Realm where Zhen Wuyang lived.

He did not believe that Uncle Yu or even Zhen Wuyang himself would not know that an unfamiliar Yan Immortal had entered Little World Mountain.

It was very likely that they were observing in secret.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang remained calm and sent out his Divine Sense to investigate.

The result was naturally nothing.

Helpless, he could only move forward quickly again.

The Immortal grass grew and the wind blew. Jian Wushuang carried Amy on his back and moved forward quickly. However, other than various Immortal traces, there was no trace of the aura of a Yan Immortal.

This made him feel a little uncertain.

Why did Uncle Yu bring him to Little World Mountain, and why didn't he appear?

Just as he was deep in thought, his footsteps stopped.

He felt some mud under his feet. If he was not paying close attention, he would have missed it.

In the next moment, countless mysterious black patterns spread out from under his feet, carrying a desolate and ancient aura.

Jian Wushuang felt desolate and lonely.

"Not bad. Your Divine Sense is very powerful. You found my aura in such a short time."

As the elderly voice rang out, a skinny figure condensed from ancient black runes stood in front of him.

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He knew that this was Yu Chang, Uncle Yu.

The mysterious mighty figure who had single-handedly put Emperor Zhen Wu to sleep.

Yu Chang's expression was calm as he carefully sized him up. He seemed to be quite satisfied.

On the other hand, he was a little anxious to know the whereabouts of Di Qing, Jiang Li, and Yan Fan.

Seemingly having guessed his thoughts, Yu Chang said slowly, "I will answer your question, but not now."

He looked at Jian Wushuang and said, "Now, you answer my question."

"Alright." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.

"What are you best at?"

He was stunned. After pondering for a moment, he said, "The sword."

"Sword, that sounds good." Yu Chang nodded and smiled kindly. "Why don't we have a competition?"

"..."

The corner of Jian Wushuang's eyes twitched. "Well... Uncle Yu, don't joke around..."

What a joke. The old man in front of him was a ruthless character who could fight with an Emperoor. His strength was unimaginable.

An Emperor-to-be was no longer an existence that could be spoken carelessly, let alone an Emperor.

Jian Wushuang believed that as long as Zhen Wuyang or Yu Chang had the slightest intention to kill him, he would not be able to survive for even a second. He would not even be able to resist.

This was also why he was very resistant to displaying his strength.

However, everything that happened next was not something he could control.

A long sword that was completely dark green and engraved with countless dense patterns appeared in Yu Chang's hand.

"Come on, let me see where your limits are," he said as he pointed his sword forward.

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows twitched and there was only bitterness in his eyes.

It was an Emperor Sword. It had the power to destroy everything.

Even though he had the strongest Sword Principle, he still did not think it was comparable.

One was a Yan Immoortal, the other was an Imperial Emperor. Every step between them was an insurmountable chasm.

This was no longer a fight. He was simply courting death.

Obviously, Jian Wushuang did not want to die.

However, this was no longer up to him.

As far as the eye could see, it had already become Yu Chang's domain. Endless primordial black patterns were flowing, forming a grand Dao Arena.

And this battle of disparity had already begun.

Yu Chang wielded the Emperor Sword and slashed downward.

In an instant, the sword swing that seemed like it was about to topple the mountains and seas turned into a million-feet sword slash that quickly slashed down.

A chill ran down Jian Wushuang's spine. He had no choice but to resist the terror of life and death.

This was a deadly sword strike, one that did not leave him any way out.

Even an Emperor-to-be would be killed by this sword strike.

Jian Wushuang guessed that Yu Chang already knew the secret of the Boyang Bottle, which was why he wanted to kill him.

Knowing that he was about to die, he calmed down instead.

Wushuang Sword Dao, Star River Lake Ocean Sword Intent, first move, second move.

Star, River.

The two moves were used at the same time.

Even under Yu Chang's control, the Sword Intent was still unstoppable.

The majestic heavenly river swept over. Jian Wushuang stood at the head of the tide and resolutely raised his sword to meet it.

Facing that sword slash, the Invisible Sword was extremely dazzling.

Clang-

The sound of metal clashing resounded, and then everything returned to silence.

The celestial river of sword shattered, turning into endless Sword Intent and dissipating.

Jian Wushuang stood rooted to the ground. The Invisible Sword in his hand had also shattered into powder.

Above his bare chest, a shocking sword slash almost cut him in half.

Golden divine blood spurted out and scattered in the air.

It was an indescribable pain, as if even his Divine Sill had been destroyed.

However, this pain lasted for less than ten breaths before it disappeared without a trace as the wound healed.

Jian Wushuang did not even have time to express his opinion before his Immortal body had already recovered.

"H-how could this be?"

He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.

Yu Chang, who saw this scene from afar, smiled and slashed again.

This time, there were ten sword slashes.

Jian Wushuang turned pale with fright. He could not even withstand one sword slash, and now there were nine more. Destruction was inevitable!

He tried to resist, but as expected, his Sword Dao was easily shattered, and even his Immortal body was almost torn into pieces.

Jian Wushuang was confused as he covered his wound with his palm.

Because he found that the Immortal body was recovering at an unimaginable speed.

This was simply unbelievable.

It should be known that even though the Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body was transformed from a super Perfect Chaotic Lifeform and was a heaven-defying existence, it did not have an exaggerated recovery speed.

Not only did he not get destroyed by the Emperor's sword strike, but he even withstood it and recovered quickly. This was simply unimaginable.

Jian Wushuang was only at the Yan Immortal realm. With the strength of the Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body and the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, even if he could resist the attack of a Six Revolutions or even a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, he would not be able to withstand the power of an Emperor.

"Could it be because of the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens?"

Jian Wushuang thought nervously, completely unaware that Yu Chang had already put away his sword and arrived in front of him.

"How's your body?"

"I, I feel pretty good…"

"Not bad indeed. He's able to endure attacks and withstand the power of an Emperoor."

Yu Chang praised endlessly," This Immortal body of yours is no longer the same as before.

Jian Wushuang looked at him in confusion. At the same time, he did not know what had caused this change.

"Do you remember everything that happened in the Endless Sea?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, "I remember, but I'm not sure. Could it be related to him?"

"It does. At the last moment, I expelled his True Shadow, but he still left something important in your body."