But Jian Wushuang was not in a hurry, 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. He didn't know that a strange Yan Xian broke into Xiaojie mountain.

Most likely, they were watching in the dark.

Thinking of this, the sword was silent, but it sent out a mind and kept exploring.

The result is nothing.

In desperation, he can only move forward quickly again.

Fairy grass is spreading, the wind is long, and the sword is unparalleled. He carries Amitabha on his back and moves forward quickly. However, in addition to all kinds of fairy tracks, even the smell of immortals can't be found.

It made him feel a little vague.

Why did Yu Bo take him to Xiaojie mountain and why didn't he show up?

Just as he fell into meditation, his steps stopped immediately.

He felt some mud under his feet. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't find it at all.

At the next moment, endless mysterious black patterns sprang up under my feet, with a desolate and ancient atmosphere.

In it, Jian unparalleled 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 through, a thin body condensed from the ancient black lines stood in front of him.

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

The mysterious power to make emperor Zhenwu sleep with his own strength.

Yu Chang looked at him carefully and seemed satisfied.

And he was a little anxious to know the whereabouts of Diqing and Jiang Liyan.

It seems that he guessed what he thought in his heart. Yu Chang whispered, "I'll 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 said, "sword."

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

“……”

Jianwushuang's eyes twitched, "well, uncle Yu, don't joke..."

I'm kidding. The old man in front of me, who doesn't show mountains and dew, can play a cruel role in a war with the emperor. His strength has long been unimaginable.

Quasi emperors are no longer able to talk nonsense, let alone emperors?

Jianwushuang believes that as long as it is real Wuyang or Yu Chang has moved a line of killing opportunities, his unique skill is only a breath of time, and he can't even resist.

That's why he is very resistant to showing strength.

But what happened next was 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 limits are." He said, raising his sword straight ahead.

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

The sword of the Emperor cuts off all things.

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 between them is an insurmountable gap.

It's not a fight anymore. It's all about death.

Obviously, jianwushuang doesn't want to die

But he can't help it.

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

And this world war of great disparity has begun.

Yu Chang held the emperor's sword and cut it straight.

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

There was a chill behind the unparalleled sword, a great terror between life and death, which forced him to resist.

This is a dead sword. It doesn't leave him any way back.

Even the prospective emperor will only fall under this sword. There is no way.

Jianwushuang guessed that Yu Chang had known the secret in the bowl Yang bottle, so he would kill him.

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

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

Star, river.

Double out.

Even under the control of Yu Chang, the sword meaning is still limitless.

The towering Milky Way swept away, and the unparalleled sword stood at the head of the tide and resolutely raised the sword to meet it.

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

"Zheng -"

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

The river of heaven in the sword way is broken and turned into an endless sword. 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 almost cut it in half.

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

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

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

The sword is matchless, and the immortal body has recovered as before before.

"How, how, how possible?"

He was shocked and pressed his chest in disbelief.

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

This time, there were ten sword cuts.

The sword is unparalleled. It can't bear just one sword cut. There are nine more. The destruction must be a foregone conclusion!

He resisted. Unexpectedly, the Kendo was easily broken, and even the immortal body was almost torn to pieces.

Cover the wound gushing divine blood with your palm, and the sword is confused.

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

It's really incredible.

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

In the face of the emperor's heyday, one sword, even ten swords, not only did not break, but endured it and healed quickly, which is unimaginable.

The sword is unparalleled. It is just Yan Xian. The strength of immortal body and jiutianyi Xuan can never bear the power of the emperor even if they can resist the attack of liuzhuan or even jiuzhuan Da Yan Xian.

"Is it because of the nine heavenly clothes Xuan?"

Jian Wushuang thought with anxiety, completely unaware that Yu Chang had received the 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 was before."

Jian Wushuang looked at him puzzled. At the same time, he didn't know why this change happened.

"Do you remember what happened last in the boundless sea?"

Jian Wushuang nodded, "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 shadow, but he still has one of the most important things left in your body."