Chapter 5025

But Jian Wushuang didn't worry, but gradually calmed down.

The fairy land at the foot is Xiaojie mountain, a fairyland where real Wuyang lives idle.

He didn't believe that Yu Bo came to zhenwuyang and didn't know that a strange Yan Xian had broken into Xiaojie mountain.

Most likely, they were watching in the dark.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang remained calm, but he sent out his mind and kept exploring.

The result is nothing.

Helpless, he can only move forward quickly again.

Fairy grass sprawled, the wind was long, and the sword was unparalleled, carrying Amitabha on its back, moving forward rapidly, but in addition to all kinds of fairy tracks, even the fairy breath could not be found.

This made him feel a little vague.

Why did Yu Bo bring him to Xiaojie mountain, and why didn't he appear?

While he was deep in thought, his steps stopped immediately.

He felt some mud under his feet, and he wouldn't find it if he didn't carefully observe it.

The next moment, endless mysterious black lines sprang up from under your feet, with a desolate, ancient looking atmosphere.

Being in it, Jian Wushuang inexplicably felt desolate and lonely.

"Yes, my mind is very strong. I found my breath in such a short time."

With this old voice ringing, a thin shape condensed by the ancient black lines stood in front of him.

Jian Wushuang's eyes coagulated. He knew that this was Yu Bo and Yu Chang.

With one's own strength, the mysterious power that makes Zhenwu emperor fall asleep.

Yu Chang's face was calm. He looked at him carefully, and seemed more satisfied.

And he was a little anxious, eager to know Di Qing and Jiang Liyan's whereabouts.

It seemed that he guessed what he thought in his heart, and Yu Chang whispered, "I will answer your question, but not now."

"Now, you answer my question."

"OK." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.

"What are you best at?"

He was stunned, meditated for a moment, and then said, "sword."

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

“……”

Jian Wushuang twitched from the corners of his eyes, "well, uncle Yu, don't joke..."

It's a joke. The old man in front of him, who doesn't show mountains and dew, can fight with the emperor. His strength has long been unimaginable.

Quasi imperial capital is no longer the existence of nonsense, let alone the emperor?

Jian Wushuang believes that as long as it is true Wuyang, or Yu Chang has moved a line of killing opportunities, his unique skills will not last for a moment, and he can't even resist.

This is why he is very resistant to showing strength.

But what happened next was simply beyond his control.

A long sword with black green body and endless dense patterns appeared in Yu Chang's hand.

"Come on, let me see where your limit is." He said, raising his sword straight ahead.

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows jumped fiercely, leaving only bitterness in his eyes.

The sword of the emperor kills all things.

Even though he has the strongest Kendo, he still doesn't think it is comparable.

One is Yan Xian and the other is emperor. Every step between them is an insurmountable gap.

This is no longer a fight. It's all about death.

Obviously, jianwushuang doesn't want to die

But these have been beyond his control.

As far as the eye can see, it has become the field of Yu Chang. Endless ancient black lines are flowing, forming a magnificent Taoist field.

And this great war has begun.

Holding the emperor's sword, Yu Chang cut it straight and fell.

In an instant, a sword like a mountain and sea will turn into a million Zhang sword and cut down quickly.

There was a chill behind Jian Wushuang, a great terror between life and death, which forced him to resist.

This is a dead sword, which left him no way out at all.

Even if it is a prospective emperor, it will only fall under this sword, and there is no way.

Jian Wushuang guessed that Yu Chang had known the secret in Bo Yang bottle, so he would kill him.

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

Unparalleled Kendo, Xinghe lake sea sword, first move, second move.

Stars, rivers.

Double out.

Even under the control of Yu Chang, the sword intention is still endless.

The towering Tianhe swept away, and jianwushuang stood at the tide and resolutely raised his sword to fight.

Facing that sword cut, the invisible sword was shining to the extreme.

"Zheng -"

The sound of metal and iron attack resounded, and then everything fell silent.

The Tianhe river of the sword path is broken, turning into an endless sword, and the meaning of the sword disappears and dissipates.

The sword stood in its place, and the invisible sword in his hand had been broken into powder.

On his naked chest, a shocking sword cut, almost cutting it in half.

The blood of the red gold God then gushed out and fell into the void.

An unspeakable pain, as if even the divine mind had been cut off.

But the pain lasted for less than ten minutes, and disappeared as the wound healed.

Jian Wushuang didn't even have time to say anything, and the immortal body had recovered as before.

"How, how, how possible?"

He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Yu Chang smiled and then cut again with a sword.

This time, there were ten sword cuts.

Jian Wushuang was stunned. He couldn't bear just one sword cut. There were nine more, and the destruction must be a foregone conclusion!

He resisted without accident. The Kendo was easily broken, and even the immortal body was almost torn to pieces.

Covering the wound with his palm, jianwushuang was confused.

Because he found that the immortal body recovered at an unimaginable speed.

This is really too ridiculous.

You know, even if the immortal body is transformed from a super perfect chaotic creature, it is an existence against the sky, but it does not have too exaggerated recovery speed.

Facing the emperor's heyday of a sword, even ten swords, not only did not burst, but endured it, and quickly recovered, which is simply unimaginable.

The sword is unparalleled. It is just Yan Xian. The strength of immortal body and nine heavenly clothes Xuan can never bear the power of the emperor even if they can resist the attack of six turns, or even nine turns Da Yan Xian.

"Is it because of jiutianyi Xuan?"

Jian Wushuang thought nervously, completely unaware that Yu Chang had received his sword and came to him.

"How are you?"

"Feeling, feeling pretty good..."

"It's really good. It's durable enough to bear the power of the emperor."

Yu Chang exclaimed, "your immortal body is no longer what it used to be."

Jian Wushuang looked at him with some puzzlement. At the same time, he didn't know why this change occurred.

"Do you remember the last thing that happened in the boundless sea?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, "I remember, but it's not clear. Does it have anything to do with him?"

"It does matter. At the last moment, I expelled his true image, but he still has one of the most important things left in your body."