But Jian Wushuang was not anxious, but gradually calmed down.
The fairy land at your feet is Xiaojie Mountain, the fairyland where Zhen Wuyang lives leisurely.
He didn't believe that Uncle Yu or even Zhen Wuyang didn't know that a strange Immortal had broken into Xiaojie Mountain.
Most likely, they were watching in secret.
Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang remained calm, but continued to probe with his spiritual thoughts.
The result is naturally nothing.
In desperation, he could only move forward quickly again.
Immortal grass was growing wildly and the wind was blowing. Jian Wushuang carried Ami on his back and moved forward quickly, but apart from all kinds of immortal traces, there was no trace of the immortal aura at all.
This made him feel a little lost.
Why did Uncle Yu take him to Xiaojie Mountain, and why didn't he show up
Just as he was lost in thought, his steps immediately stopped.
He felt some mud under his feet, but he wouldn't have noticed it if he didn't notice it carefully.
The next moment, endless mysterious black lines sprouted from beneath his feet, giving him an aura of desolation and antiquity.
Being there, Jian Wushuang felt desolate and lonely inexplicably.
"Yes, the spirit is very powerful. It found my aura in such a short time."
As this somewhat old voice resounded, a thin figure condensed from ancient black lines stood in front of him.
Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this was Yu Bo Yu Chang.
The mysterious power that single-handedly put Emperor Zhenwu into deep sleep.
Yu Chang looked calm and looked at him carefully, seeming quite satisfied.
And he was a little anxious, eager to know the whereabouts of Di Qing and Jiang Liyan.
Seemingly guessing what he was thinking, Yu Chang said slowly, "I will answer your question, but not now."
"Now, you answer my question."
"Okay." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.
"What are you best at?"
He was startled, thought for a moment and then said, "Sword."
"Sword, it sounds good." Yu Chang nodded and smiled kindly, "How about we have a test?"
“…”
The corners of Jian Wu's eyes twitched, "Um, Uncle Yu, it's better to stop joking..."
Just kidding, the humble old man in front of him is a ruthless character who can fight against the emperor. His strength has long been unimaginable.
The quasi-imperial capital is no longer an existence that can be lied about, let alone an emperor
Jian Wushuang believed that as long as it was Zhen Wuyang or Yu Chang had a murderous intention, he would not be able to survive for a breath, and he would not even be able to resist.
This is why he is very resistant to showing his strength.
But what happened next was beyond his control.
A long sword covered in dark green and engraved with endless dense patterns appeared in Yu Chang's hand.
"Come on, let me see where your limits are," he said, raising his sword and pointing straight ahead.
Jian Wushuang's brows jumped sharply, and there was only bitterness in his eyes.
The sword of the emperor cuts off all things.
Even though he has the strongest swordsmanship, he still doesn't think they are comparable.
One is the Immortal and the other is the Emperor. Every step between them is an insurmountable gap.
This is no longer a fight, it is completely seeking death.
Obviously, Jian Wushuang does not want to die...
But this was no longer up to him.
As far as the eye can see, it has become Yu Chang's domain. Endless ancient black patterns are flowing, forming a magnificent dojo.
And this disparate battle has begun.
Yu Chang held the Emperor's Sword in his hand and slashed straight down with the sword.
In an instant, a sword that was like a mountain and sea about to collapse turned into a sword of a million feet and slashed down quickly. A chill rose behind Jian Wushuang, a great terror between life and death, which forced him to resist.
This was a death sword, a sword that left no way for him to retreat at all.
Even if he is a quasi-emperor, he will only fall under this sword. There is no way.
Jian Wushuang guessed that Yu Chang already knew the secret in the Boyang bottle, so he wanted to kill him.
Knowing that he was about to die, he calmed down.
Unparalleled swordsmanship, the sword intention of the galaxy, lake and sea, the first style, the second style.
Star, river.
Both styles come out.
Even under Yu Chang's control, the sword's will was still endless.
The majestic Milky Way swept away, Jian Wushuang stood at the head of the tide, resolutely raising his sword to meet it.
Facing that sword slash, the invisible sword shone to the extreme.
"Zheng—"
The sound of gold and iron clashing was loud, and then everything fell silent.
The Sword Dao Tianhe was shattered, turning into endless sword intent that was annihilated and dissipated.
Jian Wushuang stood frozen in place, the invisible sword in his hand also shattered into powder.
On his bare chest, a shocking sword slash almost cut him in half.
The red gold divine blood then spurted out and scattered into the void.
An indescribable pain, as if even his spiritual thoughts were extinguished.
But this pain lasted for less than ten breaths, and disappeared without a trace as the scars healed.
Jian Wushuang didn't even have time to express his stance before his immortal body had already returned to its original state.
"How, how could it be, how could it be possible?"
He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.
Yu Chang, who saw this scene from a distance, smiled slightly and then struck again with his sword.
This time, there were ten sword slashes.
Jian Wushuang was shocked. He couldn't bear even one sword slash. With nine more slashes, destruction was inevitable!
He resisted, and as expected, the sword was easily broken, and even the immortal body was almost torn into pieces.
Covering the wound where divine blood was gushing out with his palm, Jian Wushuang was already confused.
Because he discovered that the Immortal Immortal Body had recovered at an unimaginable speed.
This is really incredible.
You must know that even though the immortal immortal body is transformed from a super-perfect chaotic creature and is a heaven-defying existence, it does not have an exaggerated recovery speed.
Facing the emperor's full sword, or even ten swords, instead of being destroyed, he withstood it and recovered quickly, which is simply unimaginable.
Jian Wushuang is just a Yanxian. With the strength of the Immortal Immortal Body and Jiutian Yixuan, even if he can resist the attack of the sixth-level or even the ninth-level Great Expansion Immortal, he will never be able to withstand the power of the emperor.
"Is it because of Jiutian Yixuan?"
Jian Wushuang thought anxiously, completely unaware that Yu Chang had already sheathed his sword and came to him.
"How's your body?"
"Feeling, it feels pretty good..."
"It's indeed good. It's durable enough and can withstand the power of the emperor."
Yu Chang was filled with admiration, "Your immortal body is no longer the same as before."
Jian Wushuang looked at him with some confusion, and at the same time he didn't know why this change occurred.
"Do you remember everything that happened in the Endless Sea?"
Jian Wushuang nodded, "I remember, but it's not clear. Could it be related to him?"
"It does matter. At the last moment, I expelled his true shadow, but he still has one most important thing left in your body."
(End of chapter)