Legend of Swordsman

Jian Wushuang stood with his sword in his hand. His face turned red because he used too much strength.

He was still in a weak state, and he had no time to recover at all. In fact, the battle had worsened the serious consequences.

However, he still forced the Yan power in his body to circulate normally.

Qing Shan was a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, so he would not be defeated easily. Even if he was injured by the Extinctive Sword for the first time, he could still avoid it.

After all, the difference between a Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal and a Yan Immortal was too great.

His sword strike severely injured Qing Shan, but it was not fatal, and it did not hurt his Life Source.

The real battle was about to begin.

Qing Shan slowly raised his head. His gaze was as sharp as swords and filled with cold killing intent.

In the next moment, he took a step forward and dashed toward Jian Wushuang like an arrow.

Jian Wushuang squinted. He did not dodge, but instead, he charged at Qing Shan.

Boom!

The two of them collided directly, shaking the world.

The resulting explosion swept up, and endless power exploded, wreaking havoc in the entire Dao Arena.

Yu Chang reached out his hand in time and used his supreme fate energy to envelop the explosion within the barrier.

At this moment, all the elders sat up straight with shock in their eyes.

Outside the gate, Chang Ling found it hard to believe. She knew Qing Shan's cultivation base very well, and it was because she knew it too well that she was shocked.

She knew how weak Jian Wushuang was. It was because of his weakness that she had helped him.

However, the scene before her completely overturned her imagination.

Jian Wushuang, who looked weak, had actually exploded with such power.

At the same time when the explosion reached its peak, Chang Ling covered Amy's eyes with her hand in time.

She did not want Amy to see Jian Wushuang defeated.

In Chang Ling's heart, she was certain that Jian Wushuang was going to lose.

Three Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals were worlds apart from Yan Immortals, they could not be changed just by risking their lives.

The dust dissipated.

When the two figures stood opposite each other, Chang Ling's eyes widened to the max.

Jian Wushuang's robe was torn to shreds, but he was unharmed.

Qing Shan's entire left shoulder was completely shattered. Divine blood spurted out and was repairing it with great difficulty.

The result was a complete reversal. All the ancient elders, including Zhen Wuyang, were completely shocked.

How could this be the power of a Yan Immortal?!

Qing Shan clutched his broken right arm and retreated. He looked at Jian Wushuang in disbelief and surprise.

If the first confrontation did not mean anything, then the second confrontation had already explained everything.

Qing Shan was no match.

Jian Wushuang was also in a bad state. The blood in his Immortal body was in turmoil and his Yan power was almost exhausted.

If he did not have the support of the Emperor Body, he would not have risked exhausting his Yan power to fight against Qing Shan like this.

As his right arm reformed with difficulty, Qing Shan slowly said, "Are you really just a Yan Immortal?"

Jian Wushuang did not answer him. He said, "Just admit defeat. I just want to leave this place. I don't want to be your enemy."

He was stunned, and then the corners of his eyes trembled. "Are you insulting me?"

"No, I just want to end this meaningless fight--"

Before Jian Wushuang could finish his sentence, Qing Shan was already furious. He waved his arms and the endless Power power instantly turned into millions of green sword curtains and swept up!

The green sword screens surrounded Jian Wushuang almost instantly.

At this moment, all the ancient elders were looking forward to see this move.

Qing Shan roared, pushing the endless green sword curtains, slashing downward.

Then, Jian Wushuang, who was in the middle of the sword curtains, made a shocking move.

He completely gave up on defending himself, and rushed toward Qing Shan with his bare chest against the sword screens that were pouring down.

This scene shocked all the elders. Zhen Wuyang frowned slightly, as if he had noticed something. After a moment, he came to a realization.

Immediately, he was a little annoyed, "Yu Chang, why didn't you remind me?"

Yu Chang smiled. "Lord Emperoor, it's not that I didn't remind you, but that you didn't give me the chance to do so."

"I miscalculated. How could I have forgotten about the abnormality in this kid's Immortal body?" Zhen Wu Yang smiled bitterly. "This time, it seems like there's no suspense."

Yu Chang then asked, "If our Little Friend Wushuang wins, will you let him leave, Lord Emperor?"

"Of course I will let him leave. No matter how talented he is, if he is not on the same side as Yan'er, I will not force him to stay. Unfortunately, Yan'er…"

Zhen Wuyang did not continue. After letting out a long sigh, he looked back at the battle in the Dao Arena.

Qing Shan had already forgotten everything. There was only shock in his eyes. The figure flew toward him, growing bigger and bigger in his pupils, and finally occupying his entire vision.

The endless green sword screens did not even damage Jian Wushuang's Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, let alone his Emperor Body.

A scarlet light burst out, stabbing toward the Qing Shan's Immortal Source without any pause.

Jian Wushuang's eyes were red. He had used the power of the Slaughter Dao, and he was currently consumed by bloodthirst.

If this attack hit the target, it would be impossible for Qing Shan to survive.

But in the next moment, the scarlet light did not pierce through Qing Shan's Immortal Source, but brushed past Qing Shan's chest.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang exerted strength with his shoulder and pressed heavily against his chest, sending him flying!

Rumble!

It was as if the mountains and seas were about to collapse, and the divine mountain was about to collapse. He heavily slammed into the barrier and then fell back onto the training hall.

The Dao Arena was silent, and all the elders had solemn expressions.

Chang Ling, who was standing outside the gate, was completely stunned. She looked at Jian Wushuang in a daze.

Amy pushed her palm away and saw this scene. She immediately shouted excitedly, "Big Brother Jian, Big Brother Jian won! Big Brother Jian won!"

Lying on his back in the hall, Qing Shan was bleeding from his mouth. He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of divine blood. He struggled to get up and looked at Jian Wushuang with a complicated expression.

His Immortal body was completely unharmed and had not suffered any serious injuries. The only mouthful of blood he spat out was from the collision.

Jian Wushuang had temporarily withdrawn his power. He was suffering the backlash. If it was not for his strong Immortal body, it was possible that he would have fainted on the spot.

He swallowed the blood in his throat and slowly turned around to look at Zhen Wuyang.

At this moment, all the elders held their breaths and looked at Zhen Wuyang.

"Everything that happened counts."

Zhen Wuyang nodded slightly and said in a cryptic manner.

Jian Wushuang heaved a sigh of relief and then cupped his hands in thanks.

But right after, Zhen Wuyang spoke again, his voice filled with supreme authority. "Since you're not willing to be Yan'er's Heavenly Official, I won't force you."

"However, I'm asking you now. Are you willing to be my Heavenly Official?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes widened.

The elders of the heavens also twitched their eyes and widened their eyes.

Emperor Zhen Wuyang, the supreme existence of the entire Grand Si Region, was actually extending this position to a mere Yan Immortal?!