4743 A Little Mountain and River



In the dark red sky, violent squalls began to wreak havoc.

In this place, there were very few Yan Immortals who could stand.

Prince Lin, who was slightly weaker, managed to stall Prince Yu at the last minute and was directly eliminated.

At this moment, there were less than ten figures still standing.

Prince Jiu's expression was dark. His ivory-white court robe was already torn, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind.

Standing in front of him was the Young Emperor, who was extremely weak and had divine blood in his mouth.

His palm, which was holding the soft sword, was trembling, but he was still looking at Prince Jiu with disdain and ridicule in his eyes.

"I'll say it one last time. Give me the Immortal Peach, and disqualify yourself." Prince Jiu's voice grew even colder. The killing intent in his eyes was gradually unconcealed.

The Young Emperor coughed out a wisp of divine blood and said, "How many days do you think the Immortal Peach has been in my possession? It should be six days, right?"

Prince Jiu's face turned cold. The Immortal Peach had indeed disappeared for six days. During these six days, he had several opportunities to kill the Young Emperor, but he held back because of some concerns.

This also caused time to pass quickly.

Once the Immortal Peach was in the hands of a Yan Immortal for seven days, the fight for the Peach would be over.

And this was the last day.

"You really don't intend to hand it over to me?" Prince Jiu took a step forward, and a terrifying Yan power swept out.

The Young Emperor's thin figure seemed to be about to fall at any moment.

However, there was no fear in his eyes at all, and the mockery in his voice became even more obvious. "Idiot, you don't really think that the Immortal Peach is in my hands, do you?"

Prince Jiu's eyes focused. Just as he was about to speak, a stone that was infused with Yan power hit the back of his head without any warning.

"Idiot, look here."

A clear voice rang out. Looking over, he saw a black-robed Ranger holding an Immortal Peach in his left hand, looking at him with a faint smile.

Prince Jiu's pupils constricted. He clearly remembered that he had killed him with one strike.

"How did you not die?"

"If I die, how can I take revenge with my own hands?" Jian Wushuang said calmly as he put the Immortal Peach into his pocket.

In the next moment, he moved abruptly and crashed fearlessly into Prince Jiu with an endless power.

Looking at the figure who had returned, the Young Emperor let out a deep breath and completely relaxed.

The most magnificent form of the Extreme Darkness Heavenly Gate came pressing down. The unparalleled surging force completely suppressed Prince Jiu almost at the moment of collision.

At the same time, Jian Wushuang pulled out the Tarot Divine Sword and slashed down with great force.

One sword could block 10,000 swords. Jian Wushuang, who had recovered to his peak, made a wide range of sword moves that were full of domineering and invincible Sword Intent. For a moment, he suppressed Prince Jiu so much that he could not fight back.

Prince Jiu felt very aggrieved. At the same time, he also understood why it was difficult for Prince Yu to defeat him previously.

This Yan Immortal is not ordinary!

A stream of Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent burst forth. The terrifying Sword Intent swept up and caused Prince Jiu, who was caught off guard, to suffer a heavy blow!

With a kick, Jian Wushuang used the force to retreat ten thousand feet away from the battle.

The ivory-white court dress was completely torn, and the skin cut by thousands of sword essences oozed red divine blood.

Prince Jiu was extremely furious. The seemingly terrifying Sword Intent only tore his clothes apart and did not even cause him any serious injuries. It was an insult to him.

He could not bear it. He clenched his fist, and a pale red 10,000-mile-scroll spread out.

At the same time, a wisp of mist-like chaotic aura materialized behind Prince Jiu's back. An unimaginable power was surging within it.

Jian Wushuang stopped looking down on him. He could feel that this move had already surpassed his current cultivation realm.

"Damned thing, since you've come back to die, I'll fulfill your wish!" Prince Jiu could not suppress his violent rage as he shouted. At the same time, he stretched out his palms and suddenly put them together.

The wisp of mist-like chaotic aura rose into the air.

Jian Wushuang wanted to avoid it, but he realized that the light red scroll painting had spread to his feet. It was like some kind of restriction that trapped him firmly in place.

With two Immortal Style moves surrounding Jian Wushuang, he had no chance of survival!

A cold sneer had even appeared on Prince Jiu's heroic face.

The wisps of chaotic aura devoured Jian Wushuang as expected.

The Young Emperor, who was watching from afar, was shocked. He had truly understood how terrifying Prince Jiu was.

If Jian Wushuang did not have an Immortal Style, it would be impossible for him to escape from his hands!

No matter how powerful Jian Wushuang was, he would not be able to escape.

"This guy definitely won't die so easily." The Young Emperor shook his head and looked into the distance.

There, the chaotic aura of unknown monster seemed to be devouring something.

A glint of pleasure flashed across Prince Jiu's face. There was nothing more delightful than watching those who dared to resist him die in front of him.

Looking at the wriggling chaotic aura, he calculated that it was almost time. He waved his hand and prepared to recall it.

However, in the next moment, an extremely lofty mountain suddenly pushed away the chaotic aura.

At the same time, a waterfall descended from the sky, pouring down.

Another huge sun appeared out of thin air, shining with brilliant light.

Such a strange phenomenon actually dispelled the chaotic aura in a moment.

One had to know that that was the most difficult Immortal Style move to deal with.

Prince Jiu widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

When the chaos aura completely dissipated, the thin and firm figure appeared again!

Jian Wushuang's eyes reflected the boundless stars.

Between his brows, a galaxy formed by seven stars was moving rhythmically.

He pointed a finger at Prince Jiu.

The giant water formed by Yan power roared and surged forward.

At the same time, the wind, mountains, rivers, sun, and other natural scenes appeared one after another.

An unimaginable scene was taking place on the same stage at this moment. All of them were aimed at Prince Jiu.

Jian Wushuang's eyes gradually became clear and he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

The grand galaxy that he had constructed in his mind earlier was now being conjured.

The so-called little mountains and rivers were mountains and rivers with a single thought.

With just one thought in his heart, he could form mountains and rivers.

All these wonders were what Jian Wushuang was thinking.

'Whatever I want, the mountains and rivers are all under my control.'

At that moment, Jian Wushuang could use everything in the entire Heavenly Realm.

The double-fingered halberd spread out. The giant mountain's divine peak, which was originally broken by Prince Yu, grew out from the clouds at that moment. Facing Prince Jiu, the boundless divine peak pressed down.

Prince Jiu, who had barely escaped from the giant rush of water and endured the scorching heat of the sun, was already in unspeakable pain.

This method was actually an Immortal Style technique!