4952 Jiang Li and Yan Fan (1)



As the Immortal Source shattered, the skeleton of the Death Immortal kneeled heavily on the broken white bone path. Its huge bone palm waved in the air, as if it wanted to keep the disappearing Immortal Source.

Jian Wushuang, who was standing in front of him, looked at the scene calmly and then dispersed the invisible sword in his hand.

"I am going to die…" the Death Immortal skeleton murmured softly. However, when the death light in its eyes was about to die out, it suddenly lit up again, as if it was the last ray of light.

"Although you are a Sword Immortal, there are more Sword Immortals on this path. I look forward to your battle, but I can't watch it anymore."

"Their Sword Dao is even stronger than yours. You won't win so easily."

After saying that, the skeleton of the Death Immortal completely fell like a broken divine mountain. His Immortal bones were completely shattered into powder and could no longer be revived.

Standing on the slowly healing white bone path, Jian Wushuang was silent. Although his expression was calm, his heart was already trembling.

There were actually Sword Immortals on the path of bones?!

This news shocked Jian Wushuang more than any other news.

To be fair, a Sword Immortal was an existence that was simply unimaginable.

To Jian Wushuang's knowledge, only Ding Baiyi could be called a real Sword Immortal!

Even Jian Wushuang himself did not recognize himself as a Sword Immortal. He had a feeling that he could only fight Ding Baiyi after he had integrated the last move of the Wushuang Sword Dao.

At that time, he could be called a Sword Immortal.

And right now, a Grand Yan Immortal who could be called a Sword Immortal by the corpse of a Death Immortal was definitely a terrifying existence.

Jian Wushuang felt a headache coming on. What kind of terrifying existence was trapped on this white bone path?

Just as he was deep in thought, the Death Immortals who had disappeared quietly revived at this moment.

Dark red beams of death shot out from their eyes.

"Damn it, haven't these things been dispersed?" Jian Wushuang was shocked and then he ran away without thinking.

Although he was not afraid of the army of Death Immortals, it was still a mistake to waste his energy.

Therefore, in the following time, a figure could be seen running wildly, and behind him was an endless army of Death Immortals.

The white bone path was endless, and as they continued forward, it became wider and more vast.

It was like an ancient battlefield that had experienced a tragic and bloody battle.

There were broken Immortal bones everywhere, treasures without spirituality, and broken True Swords. It was extremely miserable.

Jian Wushuang, who had been moving at high speed, looked at the approaching army of Death Immortals and could not help but feel angry.

Just as he was about to destroy everything, the white bone path beneath him trembled as if something was awakening.

"Disturbing my long slumber, I think you little bugs are really tired of living."

A lazy and slightly angry voice seemed to resound from the heavens.

The next moment, the clear sound of a long sword being unsheathed echoed across the battlefield of bones.

Along with the clear sound of the long sword being unsheathed, the Death Immortal army that was chasing after Jian Wushuang frantically fled.

However, it was too late.

The sword curtain rose silently like a million meteors falling, causing the entire dark red void to tremble.

The endless void and the hundreds of millions of miles of white bone path were all covered by the sword curtain!

Every Sword Intent that formed the sword screen was filled with a calm and endless will. Although it seemed peaceful, it made everything lose its color.

Under the cover of the meteor-like sword curtain, none of the Death Immortals survived!

They died so easily that Jian Wushuang could not believe it.

The final desolation of the endless Sword Intent shattered all the Death Immortals!

On the ancient battlefield, dust filled the air.

Jian Wushuang, who was in the center of the sword curtain, did not feel any fluctuation. This ability to control the Sword Intent was extremely terrifying.

Jian Wushuang stood rooted to the ground, ready to condense Sword Intent in his palm.

However, at the same time, a cold aura appeared behind him. "Hey, Junior, don't try to draw your sword. Your speed will never be faster than mine. If you don't believe me, you can try."

Cold sweat flowed down from Jian Wushuang's temples. The fact that this person could sneak behind him without a sound was enough to explain the problem.

Immediately after, a layer of ripples appeared in the originally silent void, and then a figure walked out of the ripples.

Jian Wushuang opened his eyes wide.

It was a woman, a woman with an extremely heroic spirit.

Her long and narrow willow-like eyebrows slanted into her temples, and her handsome eyes were extremely attractive. The embroidered red belt that tied her long hair behind her back also fluttered in the wind.

She was wearing a black and gold dress, and at her waist were six long swords!

This was a swordsman!

She walked down from the void and stood on the ancient battlefield. She looked at Jian Wushuang with her extremely heroic eyes, revealing a thought-provoking expression.

Looking at the six long swords hanging at her waist, Jian Wushuang could not help but swallow.

There was a tiger in front and a wolf behind. He was in danger today!

As time passed, Jian Wushuang did not dare to move.

After a long while, the heroic woman with six swords on her back suddenly said, "This junior is not bad."

Immediately after, the mysterious figure behind him also spoke, "Indeed, not bad. His willpower is extremely stable. He's a great talent."

When the heroic woman heard this, her eyes twitched and she said coldly, "Since he's a big shot, why are you still squatting behind him? Are you going to kill him?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the dense aura behind Jian Wushuang disappeared. Then, a figure appeared in front of the heroic woman in an instant.

"No, I'm just used to it. I can't bear to kill a junior with such talent. There's great use in keeping him!"

At this moment, Jian Wushuang saw the figure.

It was also a handsome middle-aged man. He had a clean face and no beard. His eyes were bright like stars, but there was a hint of laziness in them.

On his waist, there were also six long swords.

The middle-aged man could not hide the smile on his face as he faced the heroic-looking woman.

'It can't be. These two swordsmen can't be Sword Companions, right?'

Jian Wushuang felt a headache coming on. It seemed that the two swordsmen were indeed Sword Companions.

He was afraid that it would not be so easy for him to escape from this place...

"This Junior is indeed not bad, I saw his Sword Dao earlier, it was very shocking, he could destroy a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal's Immortal Source," the heroic-looking woman said slowly.

After the middle-aged man heard her description, the smile on his face gradually disappeared and he became extremely solemn.