But Jian Wushuang was not in a hurry, but gradually calmed down.

The fairyland at the foot is Xiaojie Mountain, a fairyland where Zhen Wuyang lives leisurely.

He didn't believe that Uncle Yu or even Zhen Wuyang would not know that a strange fairy had broken into Xiaojie Mountain.

Most likely, they were observing in secret.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang remained silent, but exuded divine thoughts and kept exploring.

The result is naturally nothing.

In desperation, he could only move forward quickly again.

Immortal grasses are growing, and the wind is lingering. Jian Wushuang is carrying Ami on his back and moving forward quickly, but apart from all kinds of fairy trails, there is no trace of even the aura of Yanxian.

This made him feel a little vague.

Why did Uncle Yu bring him to Xiaojieshan, and why didn't he show up?

As he fell into contemplation, his footsteps stopped immediately.

He felt a bit muddy under his feet, and he wouldn't find it if he didn't notice it carefully.

In the next moment, endless mysterious black patterns sprawled out from under the feet, with a barren and ancient aura.

In it, Jian Wushuang felt desolation and loneliness inexplicably.

"Yes, my spirit is very powerful, and I found my breath in such a short time."

Accompanied by this somewhat old voice resounding, a thin figure condensed from the ancient black patterns stood in front of him.

Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed, and he knew that this was Yu Bo Yuchang.

With one's own power, the mysterious power to sleep Emperor Zhenwu.

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

But he was a little anxious, eager to know the whereabouts of Diqing and Jiang Liyan.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Yu Chang said slowly, "I will answer your question, but not now."

"Now, you answer my question."

"Good." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.

"What are you best at?"

He was startled, then he meditated for a moment, "Sword."

"Sword, it sounds good." Yu Chang nodded and smiled kindly, "How about we try?"

"..."

Jian Wushuang's eyes twitched, "Well, Uncle Yu should not be kidding..."

Just kidding, the old man in front of him who is not visible and dew, but the ruthless character who can fight the emperor, the strength is unimaginable.

The quasi-emperor is no longer an existence that can lie, let alone an emperor?

Jian Wushuang believed that as long as Zhen Wuyang or Yu Chang had been killed in the first line, he would not survive for a while, and he would not even be able to resist.

This is why he will be very resistant to show strength.

It's just that everything that happens next is beyond his control.

A long sword full of black ink and engraved with endless dense and dense patterns appeared in Yu Chang's hands.

"Come on, let me see where your limits are." He said, pointing his sword straight ahead.

Jian Wushuang's brows jumped fiercely, and only bitterness was left in his eyes.

The sword of the emperor kills everything.

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

One is Yanxian and the other is emperor. Every step in between is an insurmountable gap.

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

Obviously, Jian Wushuang didn't want to die...

But these can't help him.

What you can see has become Yu Chang's domain, and endless black patterns are flowing, forming a magnificent dojo.

And this battle of disparity has already begun.

Yu Chang held the sword of the emperor and slashed straight down.

In an instant, a sword that was like a mountain and sea turned into a million swords and was quickly cut down.

A chill rose behind Jian Wushuang, a great horror between life and death, and he had to resist.

This was a dead sword, and it didn't leave him any way back.

Even the Emperor Zhun would only fall under this sword, there was no way.

Jian Wushuang guessed that Yu Chang already knew the secret in the Bo Yang bottle, so he wanted to kill him.

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

Wushuang Kendo, Xinghehuhaijianyi, the first style, the second style.

Star, river.

Two-way out.

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

The towering Tianhe swept away, and Jian Wushuang stood at the head of the tide, resolutely raising his sword to meet.

Facing that sword cut, the invisible sword shone to the extreme.

"Zheng——"

The sound of gold and iron strikes, and then everything fell into silence.

The kendo Tianhe shattered, turning into an endless sword intent and disappearing.

Jian Wushuang stood in place, and the invisible sword in his hand was also broken into powder.

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

The blood of the scarlet gold spewed out, spilling into the void.

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

But this pain lasted for less than ten breaths, and disappeared without a trace as the scar healed.

Jian Wushuang didn't even have time to express his stance, and the fairy body had recovered as before.

"How, how could it, how could it be?"

He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.

Yu Chang, who saw this scene from a distance, smiled slightly, and then cut again with his sword.

This time, there are ten sword cuts.

Jian Wushuang was shocked, he couldn't bear it with just one sword cut, there were nine more ways, and the destruction was bound to be a foregone conclusion!

He resisted, and not surprisingly, the kendo was easily broken, and even the fairy body was almost torn into pieces.

Jian Wushuang was already at a loss when he covered the wound with the blood gushing out with his palm.

Because he discovered that the Immortal Immortal Body was healed at an unimaginable speed.

This is really incredible.

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

Facing the emperor's prosperous sword, or even ten swords, not only did it not shatter, but he withstood it and healed quickly, which is simply unimaginable.

Jian Wushuang was just a cultivating immortal, and the strength of the immortal immortal body plus the strength of the Nine Heavens Yi Xuanzong Envoy could resist the attacks of Rank 6 or even Rank 9 Dayan Immortal, and it would never be possible to withstand the power of the emperor.

"Could it be that UU reads www.uukanshu.com because of Jiu Tian Yi Xuan?"

Jian Wushuang was worried, not knowing that Yu Chang had taken the sword and came to him.

"How's your body?"

"Feel, I feel pretty good..."

"It's really good, it's durable enough to withstand the power of the emperor."

Yu Chang was amazed, "Your immortal body is no longer the previous one."

Jian Wushuang looked at him a little puzzled, and at the same time didn't know the reason for this change.

"Do you remember what happened last in the Sea of ​​No Edge?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, "I remember, but it's not clear. Is it related to him?"

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