Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 5020 Heavenly Gate Shattered

At this moment, the Young Prince's eyebrows twitched!

He knew that the heavenly gate that had been sealed for countless years had actually been shaken.

His heart was beating like a drum.

"Cough cough…"

Lowering his head and coughing out a mouthful of blood, Jian Wushuang's aura completely weakened and his chest caved in.

His Immortal body had been completely drained by the Emperor's fate energy, and he was no longer able to fight Bian Ziyuan.

A dark and ruthless aura spread throughout the entire void.

Bian Ziyuan rose into the air and arrived in front of him.

At this moment, the endless exquisite mist was completely revealed.

"Are you going to destroy your own fate energy, or do you want me to do it?" Bian Ziyuan said with a sinister smile.

Jian Wushuang raised his hand to wipe the divine blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was still calm and emotionless. "You? You can't do it."

When he heard this, his expression instantly turned cold again.

From the beginning to the end, Jian Wushuang had never acknowledged him. He had never even been a real opponent.

A puny little Yan Immortal walked out from the White Bone Path under the Blood River, sweeping away almost all his enemies, killing tens of times more opponents.

This mighty attitude made Bian Ziyuan deeply fearful and jealous.

The best way to resolve the fear and jealousy in the depths of one's heart was to destroy them at their roots!

The exquisite mist had already become completely violent. Its power was enough to crush the Heavenly Dao, and it started to fluctuate violently.

Behind Bian Ziyuan, with the power of ten thousand heavens, a misty image materialized.

Billions of clouds of water mist condensed, and the Water Mist Image Form grew to almost cover the entire void. It opened its True Eyes.

His True Eyes were crimson red, filled with pure killing intent.

"Die, I will never forget you." Bian Ziyuan smiled strangely and then shook his arms.

As his arms shook, the Water Mist Image Form opened its palms and smashed at Jian Wushuang.

Therefore, under the broken heavenly gate, Jian Wushuang took the terrible damage with his body.

With image form had the strength of a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, even his Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body could not withstand the attack.

In addition, Jian Wushuang used the Emperor's fate energy twice. He was already weak. If it was not for his special characteristics, he would have died thousands of times.

Rumble!

At this moment, even the void trembled. Jian Wushuang, who was already an arrow at the end of its flight, could not move at all. He could only bear the pain brought by each strike.

His Immortal body was fiercely embedded in the heavenly gate, while Bian Ziyuan controlled the Water Mist Image Form to bombard him with punches.

Even the Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body had been completely shattered and his Immortal bones had turned into powder. If it weren't for the protection of the Mystic Garb of the Nine Heavens, Jian Wushuang's Immortal body would have been completely dismembered.

As the punches became heavier and heavier, the cracks on the gate increased greatly, almost to the point of shattering.

The Young Prince, who was watching from afar, felt his heart beat like a drum. He smelled an aura fluctuation that did not belong to the Endless Sea.

That kind of aura fluctuation was an extremely ordinary aura before he was exiled to the Endless Sea.

That was the outside world!

Beyond the heavenly gate was the outside world!

"Quick, Ziyuan, blast open the heavenly gate with all your might!" The Young Prince was too excited, so his voice was hoarse.

However, Bian Ziyuan, who only wanted to kill Jian Wushuang, did not hear any other sounds and just attacked with all his might.

A sword slash quietly appeared behind him, swinging down with tremendous force.

Clang!

With the sound of the heavens and the earth, the metal trembled. An unparalleled sword slash cut off the right arm of the Water Mist Image Form and continued to slash at Bian Ziyuan.

He had already gone crazy and did not care about the movement behind him. By the time he reacted, his entire right arm had been cut off.

"Ah!"

Bian Ziyuan was shocked and furious. He held his broken arm and turned around.

Jiang Li held her sword with one hand. Her heroic eyes were extremely indifferent. "If you touch him again, you will die without a burial place!"

A large amount of divine blood flowed out from his fingertip. Bian Ziyuan's eyes twitched. He realized that his severed right arm could not be healed at all.

He slowly retreated. He knew Jiang Li was not simple.

Seeing that Jiang Li had injured Bian Ziyuan, Yan Fan quickly rushed to help Jian Wushuang.

However, Black Cloud would not let him act. After sending him flying with a slap, he went straight for Jian Wushuang.

Black Cloud's eyes were filled with madness and greed. The fate energy, Emperor's fate energy, and Emperor Bone. Once he obtained them, he would definitely be able to ascend to the position of Emperor.

At that time, who could stop him?

His body turned into billions of chaotic auras and quickly wrapped around Jian Wushuang.

Bian Ziyuan was furious, but he did not dare to say anything. No matter how weak Black Cloud was, he was still an Emperor-to-be. Killing him was as easy as killing an ant.

He swallowed the hatred in his heart and continued to confront Jiang Li.

The heavenly gate was shattered and Black Cloud finally gathered in front of the heavenly gate. His greedy and crazy glance swept onto Jian Wushuang, who was embedded in the heavenly gate like a bloody man.

He could clearly feel that Jian Wushuang's aura was extremely weak and he could no longer fight back.

Black Cloud was greedy, and he needed no other reason. He opened his mouth and planned to swallow Jian Wushuang directly.

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Black Cloud was so frightened that he almost knelt in the air. His face was pale and his legs were trembling.

"A small fry dares to fight for glory?"

Jian Wushuang said in a deep voice, his words filled with supreme authority.

Black Cloud's face was pale as he slowly retreated. "M-My Lord, I'll leave now and never oppose you again."

"Get lost!" A deep and angry voice resounded.

Black Cloud nodded and retreated.

In the next moment, when he retreated to a certain distance, he suddenly smiled darkly.

Then, he raised his arms, and a huge Chaotic Emperor's Throne appeared, smashing heavily towards the heavenly gate!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The void trembled and the Chaotic Emperor's Throne was embedded into the heavenly gate, destroying Jian Wushuang's body.

Black Cloud laughed maniacally. He raised the Chaotic Emperor's Throne and smashed it into the heavenly gate.

The heavenly gate, which had been sealed for thousands of years, was now mending its cracks. At the same time, new cracks appeared, causing the heavenly gate to be on the verge of shattering!

The Young Prince could no longer hide the palpitations in his heart. He roared with all his might, "When the heavenly gate opens, it's time to leave this Endless Sea!"

Black Cloud also smelled the unusual aura fluctuation, so he attacked the heavenly gate even more furiously.

The heavenly gate shattered even more violently, as if it could completely open at any moment.

But in the next moment, something happened!

Black Cloud's expression suddenly froze. He realized that after the Chaos Emperor's Throne was embedded in the heavenly gate, it could not move an inch further!

Buzz!

Billions of rays of light suddenly erupted and instantly shattered the Chaotic Emperor's Throne.

Along with the Chaotic Emperor's Throne, the heavenly gate that had been sealed for thousands of years also shattered.