Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 4960 Battling in the Heavenly Hall

Fortunately, there were still a few Emperor-grade pills in his mouth. He directly chewed and swallowed them.

However, Jian Wushuang was no longer able to fight when his Immortal body was on the verge of destruction.

The black-robed envoys, who were originally extremely shocked, heaved a sigh of relief again after vaguely sensing that he did not have the strength to fight.

The black-robed emissary's ashen face finally eased up. However, he still did not dare to relax. He released a Yan power chain and bound Jian Wushuang.

The rest of the black-robed envoys also released their own energy chains, directly wrapping up his entire body before giving up.

From this, it could be seen how much they feared Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang, whose entire body was tied up and only his head was exposed, panted slightly and allowed himself to be dragged forward.

His eyes were tightly shut. Clearly, he was quickly repairing his broken Immortal body.

In this battle, they lost more than ten black-robed envoys before they managed to take him down. The black-robed envoy at the front was ashen.

If he didn't have to take Jian Wushuang back to the Heavenly Palace of the Imperial City, he would have crushed Jian Wushuang into powder on the spot.

At the same time, he was also shocked in his heart. What was the background of this puny little Yan Immortal? He could actually cross realms and kill a Grand Yan Immortal.

Not only that, he even walked out of the Myriad Immortal Blood River. This was the extent that made him feel deeply terrified!

One had to know that under that blood river, even if a Grand Yan Immortal entered, they would lose their minds and would not be able to walk out.

As the personal follower of the Emperor, no one knew better than him what kind of terrifying existence was under the Blood River.

Just the endless army of Death Immortals alone was enough to devour any Grand Yan Immortal, let alone those mysterious and unapproachable ancient almighties.

One had to know that even Bian Ziyuan did not dare to easily step into the Heavenly Official of the Prince.

However, Jian Wushuang came out alive.

Retracting the meaning in their hearts, more than 40 black-robed envoys tied Jian Wushuang up and rushed to the center of the entire Heavenly Continent, the Imperial City's Heavenly Palace.

When the Imperial City shrouded in clouds appeared before their eyes, all the black-robed envoys heaved a sigh of relief.

Their mission was completed.

The Imperial City's Heavenly Gate slowly opened. Then, they quickly entered as if nothing had happened.

In the distant Sky Continent, where no one was paying attention, an old man looked at this scene in horror. He had an inexplicable intuition.

It seemed like the Heavens were about to change.

After entering the Imperial City and stepping onto the White Bone Road, the group of black-robed envoys sped forward.

The huge door of the Heaven Palace had long been opened. Bian Ziyuan stood in front of the Heaven Palace with his arms crossed, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Great Heavenly Official, we lost another 12." the leading black-robed envoy took a step forward and said in a low voice.

Bian Ziyuan nodded. "I understand. You've done well. You may leave."

The black-robed envoy agreed and left Jian Wushuang, who was tied up like a dumpling, in front of him.

Bian Ziyuan immediately revealed a meaningful smile. "You did well too. Congratulations, you survived."

Jian Wushuang looked at him coldly without saying a word. The source of this ᴄontent ɪs Noᴠelꜰire.nᴇt

"Don't try to resist. You're just an arrow at the end of its flight. I can easily destroy you."

After saying this last sentence, Bian Ziyuan stretched out his hand and beckoned. Then, he carried him into the h all.

The cold and withered hall was still the same as when they first met. However, the damaged Mountain Sea Pillar had been repaired.

A young man with a gloomy aura walked out slowly from the depths of the hall and came to Jian Wushuang with interest.

"I'm very curious about how you managed to walk out of there alive. Tell me what you saw and what you obtained under the Blood River."

Looking at the young man and the group of black-robed envoys, Jian Wushuang's face turned pale and he said weakly, "First.... Untie me, I'm out of strength..."

When the young man heard this, he pondered for a moment. Then, he looked at Bian Ziyuan and said, "Untie him."

"Your Highness…" Bian Ziyuan was a little unwilling, but seeing his persistence, he could only reach out and untie it.

Layers of chains fell off and Jian Wushuang was free.

"Can you say it now?" The young man took another step forward, seemingly very eager.

All the joints in his body creaked slightly at this moment, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep.

Bian Ziyuan, who was standing at the side, was shocked when he saw this scene. He realized something and hurriedly released the exquisite water mist.

However, it was too late!

Jian Wushuang, who had escaped, was no longer weak. An unimaginable power surged around him!

An Invisible Sword formed in his right hand and stabbed at the young man in front of him at a speed that none of the black-robed envoys could react in time!

As the distance was too close, he could only watch helplessly as a long sword surging with millions of Sword Intents pierced into his body.

Time seemed to stop as a soft sound rang out.

Then, 36,000 Sword Intents also surged into his body, directly causing unimaginable injuries.

The Sword Intent tore apart the Immortal body and completely exploded.

After that, Bian Ziyuan released the exquisite mist toward Jian Wushuang.

However, it was already too late. He had successfully escaped and retreated a thousand feet in an instant!

"You're courting death!"

Bian Ziyuan was furious. He had never thought that Jian Wushuang would be so arrogant that he would kill a Prince in front of him.

Jian Wushuang, who was standing with his sword, smiled wantonly. He did not put all the black-robed envoys and Bian Ziyuan in his eyes at all.

After taking one last look at Bian Ziyuan, Jian Wushuang flew away.

"Kill him on the spot. Anyone who kills this child will be given a position as a Minor Heavenly Official!" Bian Ziyuan was already furious to the extreme.

All the black-robed envoys in the Heaven Palace rushed out when they heard this.

Just the position of a Minor Heavenly Official was enough to drive them crazy.

The position of Heavenly Official that was attached to the aura of the Emperor meant that they could enjoy the nourishment of the Emperor's fate energy. This was an unimaginable fate that was enough to make them all go crazy!

At this moment, the young man's Immortal body was completely shattered, but he used a mysterious sell and condensed everything. He said hoarsely with a pale face, "Don't kill him. Leave him alive. Whether we can leave this place or not depends on him!"

Bian Ziyuan's expression was uncertain. In the end, he said fiercely, "Even if I let him live, I'll make him pay a price!"

Rumble!

The huge door of Heaven Palace was opened by Jian Wushuang's sword. He stepped on the clouds and mist and cut off the White Bone path for thousands of feet.

Then, he stood proudly in the void like a true Sword Immortal, unrestrained to the extreme.

He did not seem to realize that he was running for his life. Instead, he was wandering around the universe.

Jian Wushuang wanted to fight, not escape!