Legend of Swordsman



Jiang Li rolled her eyes and said nothing. After Jian Wushuang left, she started to talk.

"I can't see through his future either, but I can be sure of one thing now. The realm of Sword Immortal won't be his end, but his starting point."

Yan Fan took a deep breath when he heard that. "Then it seems like we didn't take this disciple in vain."

"What do you mean your disciple? Didn't you see that he had already decisively rejected you?" Jiang Li rolled her eyes at him again.

He smiled embarrassedly and scratched his head. "So what? If you want to be a master, you have to be thick-skinned. It's very necessary to pester him. I've already left a mark on him. Do you think he can escape from us?"

Jiang Li looked at Yan Fan and then at the endless void. "I'm afraid this is the limit of our lives. Instead of sleeping in this Blood Sea, why don't we leave and pass on our swordsmanship to that little guy so that we can be relieved of the burden our master gave us?"

Yan Fan nodded and stretched. "Indeed. After staying under this sea of blood for too long, my bones are about to rust. It's time to do some serious business."

"Our Sword Dao will not be buried if we pass it on to that Kid. Perhaps he will reach another realm."

"So, we can't let this little guy go!"

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Jian Wushuang let out a long sigh after he left the two Sword Immortals and traveled for another thousand miles.

The pressure that the Sword Immortals gave him was too great. If those two Sword Immortals were determined not to let him leave, then there was no way he could escape.

Raising his right hand and looking at the sword-shaped mark on his wrist, Jian Wushuang shook his head helplessly.

He collected his thoughts and continued forward.

The path of bones under his feet seemed to be endless. Although he had experienced many hardships, he still could not see the end.

This made Jian Wushuang feel a little depressed. If he continued to waste time like this, he was afraid that he would sink into the Endless Sea before Di Qing could be found.

No matter what happened next, he had to leave this place as soon as possible, leave the so-called Heavenly Continent, and find Di Qing.

With his Sword Intent protecting his body, Jian Wushuang dashed forward and traveled a million miles in an instant!

As he continued to move forward, he began to notice that the further he went, the less restless the aura became. All the Immortal aura had dissipated, and even the Immortal bones could not become dead Immortals. It was extremely quiet.

At the same time, a pure and dense energy was flowing.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. He had never expected that such a dense Yan power would be formed under the Blood River.

At the same time, this made him raise his guard.

The following changes on the White Bone Path also made him wary.

The originally flat White Bone Path paved by the remains of the Yan Immortals began to curve as they continued forward, like a staircase going up.

Jian Wushuang stopped and looked at the White Bone Path in front of him with a serious expression.

The White Bone Path leading to the heavens was covered with a layer of faint energy that extended into the endless void. At the end of the dark clouds, there was a very vague outline.

He muttered in his heart. The scene before him seemed to be somewhat similar to the Heavenly Palace on the Heavenly Continent.

If there were other branches on the White Bone Path, Jian Wushuang would not have bothered to continue. But now, there was only one White Bone Path, so he had to continue.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang stepped on the Stairway to Heaven.

When his feet landed on the first step, an invisible pressure pressed down on him.

The pressure was formless and substantial, as if it was some kind of law that directly pressed down.

Jian Wushuang did not hesitate. He flew forward and in an instant, he had crossed 10,000 steps!

After 10,000 steps, Jian Wushuang stopped. There were beads of sweat on his temples.

The pressure on the Stairway to Heaven was far more terrifying than he had imagined. Moreover, after reaching a certain level, the pressure would multiply!

10,000 steps forced Jian Wushuang to stop. It was as if there were millions of divine mountains pressing down on him.

Looking at the endless road ahead, he gritted his teeth and continued forward.

This time, his speed was much slower.

10,000 steps.

30,000 steps.

50,000 steps.

...

70,000 steps!

At this moment, Jian Wushuang was struggling to move forward. The Yan power in his meridians had been circulated to the extreme.

Every pore on his body was evaporating a large amount of sweat.

80,000 steps!

Selfless True Shadow was forced out.

With the help of the Selfless True Shadow, Jian Wushuang felt relaxed and could move forward quickly again.

When he reached the 90,000 steps, the huge palace that was originally wrapped in black smoke finally appeared.

It was a majestic Heavenly Palace built in the sky, filled with an endless cold aura.

Jian Wushuang had an inexplicable intuition that this palace was most likely an imperial palace that had been left behind since the ancient era.

A Heavenly Court!

Could this be the ruins of the former Heavenly Court?!

At the thought of this, Jian Wushuang thought of the former Heavenly Court of Emperor Liu Ya.

In the past, the Heavenly Court meant that opportunities and great dangers coexisted.

However, he had no interest in exploring this Heavenly Court. After all, even if the Emperor was angry, it was a pressure that he could not withstand.

However, Jian Wushuang had no way to escape. He could only brace himself and go to the former Heavenly Court.

The last 10,000 steps were almost a combination of the first 90,000 steps. All the pressure was unprecedented.

Jian Wushuang almost could not hold on even with the Selfless True Shadow. He did not even dare to take a breath for fear that he would be crushed into powder by the terrifying pressure.

95,000 steps.

96,000 thousand steps.

...

99,000 thousand steps!

At this point, Jian Wushuang's three Great Daos were all suppressed!

The Wushuang Sword Dao.

The Dao of Protection.

The Slaughter Dao.

Only with the addition of three Great Daos could he move forward!

99,900 steps.

When he reached the last step, he was already an arrow at the end of its flight.

At this moment, sweat no longer flowed out of every pore, but dark red divine blood!

The divine blood dripped down his robe in front of the celestial heavens and was quickly absorbed.

Jian Wushuang's hands trembled as he took out an Emperor-grade pill and stuffed it into his mouth. Only then did his injuries stop.

Some of the shattered parts of the Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body quickly recovered.

Jian Wushuang slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath. He felt relaxed and the fatigue from before disappeared.

He subconsciously looked behind him and was surprised to find that the White Bone Path had completely disappeared!

It was as if it had never existed. There was only an endless void behind it.

Taking a deep breath, Jian Wushuang turned around and walked into the boundless and majestic Heavenly Court.

"Who dares to trespass into the Heavenly Court?!"

Outside the Heavenly Coourt, a voice echoed in the void in front of the silent giant door.