4953 Jiang Li and Yan Fan (2)



How strong was a Sword Dao that could destroy the Immortal Source of a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal?

And how strong was the guy who could use this Sword Dao?

"In other words, the one who caused the commotion on the White Bone Path was this junior?" the middle-aged man asked slowly.

The heroic-looking woman nodded. "That's right. I happened to witness that battle. It was exciting enough."

"If it really is him, it seems that I woke up at the right time." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang and smiled.

Jian Wushuang felt a chill down his spine. He could feel that although the two Sword Companions did not reveal any strength, they were definitely more terrifying than a Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized something.

The Death Immortal's skeleton said that there were Sword Immortals on the White Bone Path before he died. Could these two swordsmen be Sword Immortals?!

"That big guy had barely enough strength when he was alive. Now that he's dead, his strength is at most Three Revolutions. It's not impossible for him to be killed by a powerful swordsman. However, what makes me curious is..."

The heroic-looking woman paused and looked at Jian Wushuang with interest. "Young Man, did you create that Sword Principle?"

Jian Wushuang thought for a while and nodded. "Yes."

"If you really created it yourself, your future achievements will be immeasurable," the heroic-looking woman said, then stretched out her palm and waved it in the air.

In an instant, a painting scroll appeared in the originally chaotic void.

Jian Wushuang's pupils constricted when he saw this.

The painting was actually the battle between him and the skeleton of the Death Immortal!

In the painting, the celestial river was flowing. The Death Immortal's skeleton was finally penetrated by the celestial river and knelt on the White Bone Path.

Jian Wushuang had never expected that the scene of their fight would be completely copied.

This heroic woman was no ordinary swordsman!

When the scroll finally dissipated, the middle-aged man looked at Jian Wushuang with a bright light in his eyes.

"He's indeed very strong. I've taken a fancy to this junior!"

"Come, come, come. Junior, fight with me for three rounds. I haven't seen such a good candidate in a long time."

The corner of Jian Wushuang's eyes twitched slightly. He looked at the middle-aged man who was extremely excited and said, "I'm afraid I can't. I've entered this place by mistake and I need to leave as soon as possible. If I consume too much energy, I'm afraid I'll be in a passive position on the way."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "So you're in a hurry. That's even easier. If you can last three rounds under my hands, we'll let you leave in one piece. If you avoid fighting, I'm afraid it'll be hard to say."

As he spoke, he patted the six swords at his waist.

Jian Wushuang felt a headache coming on. He could feel that the two hidden Sword Companions were definitely more terrifying than they appeared.

It was not an easy task to last three rounds.

"What do you think?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and revealed a meaningful smile.

After thinking for a while, Jian Wushuang replied, "Come on then. I'll make it clear that you'll let me go as long as I can last three rounds."

"Delightful!" The middle-aged man laughed and flew to Jian Wushuang.

The hem of his black and gold robe fluttered in the wind. His right hand was pressed on the hilts of the six long swords at his waist, and he was indescribably wanton.

Jian Wushuang did not hesitate and formed an Invisible Sword in his palm.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he saw this. "Shapeless and intangible, using the Sword Dao as a sword. Junior, you're very bold."

He continued, "I don't dare to claim such praise. My sword was destroyed, so I have no choice but to do this."

The Tarot Divine Sword was destroyed by Ding Beichun, which was the fundamental reason why Jian Wushuang had condensed the Invisible Sword.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. "My name is Yan Fan. That woman is my wife, Jiang Li."

Jian Wushuang cupped his hands. "Jian Wushuang."

"Wushuang Sword Dao. It sounds good, and has a meaning behind it. Let's begin."

The entire Battlefield of Bones fell silent.

The middle-aged man named Yan Fan did not seem to want to make the first move. He just looked at him with a smile.

Jian Wushuang calmed himself down. He was not afraid of a pure competition of Sword Principles. What he was thinking about was how to draw the three moves in the next fight.

In the next moment, Jian Wushuang moved like a thunderbolt. He swung his sword at an extremely fast speed and slashed at Yan Fan with his sharp blade.

Even Grand Yan Immortals did not dare to underestimate this ordinary sword strike.

But then, a shocking scene appeared.

Facing this sword, Yan Fan did not dodge or dodge. He stood still on the spot and raised his index and middle fingers of his right hand to catch the Invisible Sword that was slashing down.

The Invisible Sword that was formed by the Wushuang Sword Dao was caught by two fingers!

Jian Wushuang's pupils constricted. He realized that the Invisible Sword could not advance any further!

"It's quite powerful, but it's too impetuous, and it's easy to see through its flaws," Yan Fan said with a smile and pushed him away.

Jian Wushuang retreated a few feet. He was completely solemn. Yan Fan, who did not reveal anything at all, was like a towering divine mountain. No one could guess what he was going to do next.

Yan Fan was still smiling. He put his right hand on the hilt of his sword and walked slowly to Jian Wushuang.

"Again."

Jian Wushuang collected his thoughts and prepared to fight again.

However, this time, he had just raised the Invisible Sword in his hand when he was hit head-on.

Yan Fan's right hand, which was pressing on the hilt of his sword, suddenly raised and a long sword was unsheathed. With the hilt as the head, it carried an endless force and instantly smashed into Jian Wushuang's chest.

Bang!

Everything happened so fast that it was over before Jian Wushuang could react.

He only felt that his chest was about to shatter, and his body retreated a few dozen feet before he could digest that huge force.

The unsheathed sword returned to its sheath as if nothing had happened.

Yan Fan still looked at Jian Wushuang with a smile. He was always calm.

Rubbing his aching chest, Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth. He had been in a passive position during the two fights and was almost suppressed by Yan Fan.

This made him depressed, but at the same time, he had a certain understanding of Yan Fan.

"From the day I started practicing the sword, I spent a whole Hua Year just to unsheathe the sword. During that one Hua Year, I only tried my best to unsheathe the sword as fast as possible so that I could have a slight advantage."

"Up until now, there hasn't been a single Yan Immortal who could block my unsheathing."

Yan Fan blinked. "How about it? Are you interested in learning swordsmanship from me?"

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang was shocked.