Legend of Swordsman

4692 The Great Emperor of the Past

Chun Qiu’s expression changed. That mighty aura that connected heaven and earth definitely surpassed that of Yan Immortal in the black mountains!

On the other hand, Jian Wushuang was extremely calm. He looked forward with his hands behind his back.

“B-brother Jian, I think we should leave quickly. I’m afraid this is not something we can deal with…” Chun Qiu’s voice trembled, and he already had the intention to retreat.

In his opinion, leaving did not necessarily mean death, but staying would definitely result in sudden death.

No matter how much he believed in Jian Wushuang, he could not imagine how he could fight against the mighty aura with his Yan power sealed.

As the terrifying yan power astral wind raged, the entire Crimson Sand Wildernesstransformed into that giant face!

Jian Wushuang and Chun Qiu stood on the tip of the giant face’s nose.

The two eye sockets were pitch-black like abyssal prisons, like a boundless black sea, making one feel as if they had fallen into an abyss with just a glance.

“Brother Jian, it’ll be too late if you don’t leave now.” Cold sweat started to form on his forehead.

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, “Do you want to go back and become a prisoner?”

Chun Qiu’s body trembled, and that extremely dark past surged back into his mind. Then, his gaze gradually became determined, and he gritted his teeth. “Then I’ll take a gamble!”

The Crimson Sand Wilderness was sinking. On the huge face formed by the condensation, there was another quicksand-like figure besides Jian Wushuang and Chun Qiu.

It was a figure wearing a beautiful Emperor’s robe. Although the Emperor’s robe was torn, it could not hide his majestic figure.

His long, dry hair was like withered grass, swaying in the wind. The one wearing the Emperor’s robe was a tall, thin old man. He was barefooted and looked like an all-powerful Emperor.

However, the tall and thin old man’s expression was particularly unkind. “Are you another lackey of that old man Zhen Wuyang? Who gave you the confidence to disturb me?”

Chun Qiu explained to Jian Wushuang in a low voice, “The old man Zhen Wuyang he mentioned is the Emperor Father of the Young Emperor.”

Jian Wushuang nodded slightly and then drew out an Invisible Sword. A surging Sword Intent swept out.

Although he had advanced to the Yan Immortal realm, his realm was firmly suppressed by the imprisonment chain. Fortunately, his Sword Dao was not suppressed, so Jian Wushuang was confident that he could fight with Yan Immortal realm cultivators!

It was obvious that the body of the old man who called himself ‘Emperor’ was damaged. This was only his True Soul.

If they really fought, Jian Wushuang was confident that even if it was difficult to win, he could retreat safely.

“I’m sorry. I’m going to completely purge this Heaven of Ten Thousand Eyes today,” Jian Wushuang said in a serious tone.

The tall and thin old man squinted his eyes. “A kid who doesn’t even have hair on his head dares to speak so arrogantly? I can destroy all of you with a flip of my hand, as the saying goes…”

Chun Qiu also moved at the same time. With a wave of his hands, an Octogonal Talisman transformed into a life puppet and followed.

“how dare you humiliate me! You’re courting death!” The tall and thin old man shouted in anger. Nearly a hundred red sand pillars surged up from behind him like the meridians deep in the Earth’s core, and they rushed toward Jian Wushuang.

Heaven and earth trembled as cracks appeared in the sky. It was extremely ferocious.

The red sand pillar directly enveloped the two of them and began to devour them.

The tall and thin old man rose into the sky and sat on an Emperor’s throne made of red sand. He looked at the battle leisurely.

Although the aura that Jian Wushuang revealed made the tall and thin old man’s heart palpitate, he was confident that in this red sand world, he was an indestructible existence. Even if Zhen Wuyang came, he would dare to fight him!

The red sand pillars intertwined with each other and formed a round shape. Jian Wushuang and Chun Qiu were in it and they could easily feel the Yan power disappearing from their bodies.

At the same time, the red sand’s fluidity was extremely high. It could easily absorb and obliterate most attacks, making it extremely difficult to deal with.

Another Sword Intent slashed over, but it only cracked the red sand and disappeared very quickly.

Seeing the encirclement getting tighter and tighter, Jian Wushuang no longer hid his strength and stabbed out with his sword without any fancy moves.

Wushuang Sword Dao, Star, the first move of the Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent.

His Sword Intent soared into the sky, and his unparalleled form appeared behind him. It turned into the most arrogant sword strike and slashed forward!

Hundreds of Sword Intent pillars shot up into the sky and exploded in the red sand.

The expression of the tall and thin old man sitting on the Emperor’s throne suddenly changed as he looked down in shock.

The next moment, the most shocking explosion occurred below the sky.

The red sand, flowing clouds, and vast sky were all crushed into a ball at this moment!

Jian Wushuang put away his sword and stood still, looking at the sky.

“You little brat, now you’ve made me mad!” The tall and thin old man was so angry that he smashed the Emperor’s throne beneath him into pieces. He turned into a thick golden light and shot toward Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang shouted coldly and suddenly raised his left palm to meet the attack without any retreat.

It was also at this moment that Chun Qiu endured the numbing of his meridians and released a majestic Yan power!

Boom boom boom!

The collision of three extremely majestic Yan power tore this small world to pieces.

Jian Wushuang took half a step back and quickly pushed away the dust in the sky with a gesture of his palm, bound with Yan power. Only then did he see that the tall and thin old man’s shadow was no longer in the foggy sky.

Beside them, Chun Qiu spat out a mouthful of smoke and looked around. “Where’s that guy? Did he just disappear?”

“He actually ran away! Chase him!” Jian Wushuang furrowed his brows and immediately leaped forward.

Chun Qiu was stunned for a moment, then followed closely behind.

Far away from the red sand world, under the dim sky, a slightly embarrassed figure was fleeing in panic.

It was the tall and thin old man, pointing at the sky and cursing.

“Damn you, Zhen Wuyang! I’ve been dead for so many years, and you still don’t want to let me go? Just you wait! I’ll go back and get reinforcements to kill all of you!” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Novᴇ(l)ꜰɪre .ɴᴇt

Jian Wushuang’s speed was extremely fast. In almost every breath, he could cross hundreds of millions of miles.

This was due to a small magical power he had comprehended after lying in the Great Yan Domain for 500,000 years. It was called the ‘Mantra of Mountains and Rivers’.

Whatever the heart thinks, the mountains and rivers will obey.

Moreover, the consumption of power from this small divine power was almost negligible. In the current situation, it had become an important skill for Jian Wushuang.

With the support of Mantra of Mountains and Rivers, he was able to close in on the tall and thin old man who was still running away in a sorry state.

As for Chun Qiu, Jian Wushuang’s figure disappeared in a breath.

The tall and thin old man subconsciously looked behind him when he heard the sound of something breaking through the air behind him. What he saw frightened him so much that his soul was in a mess.

Jian Wushuang had already followed closely behind, and the sharp and long Invisible Sword in his hand was almost about to cut down.