Legend of Swordsman

He had decided to eliminate the battle armor figure at this moment.

Having slumbered for countless ages and experienced countless battles of the Emperors during the Ancient Era, his existence was a significant destabilizing factor. If he were to enter the Great Se Regioono from the Great Desolate

Wilderness, it would undoubtedly cause irreparable damage to the ordinary Heavenly Regions.

Therefore, standing on the outskirts of the Great Desolate Wilderness, Jian Wushuang made his decision.

The Invisible Sword in his hand had reached its pinnacle, radiating with intricate divine patterns.

The battle armor figure was a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, and even though he had slumbered for countless eons, his strength remained formidable.

The disparity in power between Jian Wushuang and him was simply too vast, almost unimaginable. To truly harm or even obliterate him with a single strike, only one sword technique could achieve it.

The Wushuang Sword Art, the third form of the Star River Lake Sea Sword Intent: Lake.

The Lake Sword Intent disregarded all boundaries of realms and defied all laws and orders. Even in the face of Emperors, it could unleash an indomitable strike.

This was a sword technique that could rival the swordsmanship of the Sword Immortals. Since its inception, it had been used sparingly.

At this moment, the Invisible Sword had reached its peak radiance, and if it had a physical form, it would undoubtedly emit the unique resonance of the Unparalleled Sword.

Jian Wushuang stood in the void, his eyes closed tightly, and an indomitable momentum gathered around him.

This was the prelude to that one sword strike, exuding an unstoppable aura.

However, in an instant, the sword momentum beneath Jian Wushuang vanished, and he opened his eyes, shaking his head slightly. It seemed he had decided not to employ that particular sword technique.

Indeed, the third form of the Wushuang Sword Dao, Lake was his most potent technique, but the price of using it was something he currently could not bear.

Once his own Yan power was depleted, and there was no immediate way to replenish it, it was almost as if he had been sentenced to annihilation in this Great Desolate Wilderness.

Therefore, this price was one that Jian Wushuang could not bear.

Facing the armored figure kneeling on the road of Immortal bone, another surge of sword energy erupted, shrouding the void.

Invisible brilliance radiated from the tip of the sword, filled with an unwavering determination.

This was a sword strike from Sword Immortal Ding Baiyi, a supreme sword technique.

It was a sword that sought death, but at the same time, it was a sword that embraced life through death.

In this moment, Jian Wushuang unleashed a sword from the depths of his heart!

Ding—

The crisp sound of the sword echoed beneath the void, like the tinkling of a bell, its clear notes lingering in the ears.

The Invisible Sword burst forth with pure milky-white intent, as countless strands of Sword Intent converged into one.

This sword strike, although a supreme technique, lacked any extravagance, only the counterattack borne from the desire for death. It was the Extinctive Sword Strike.

The void trembled as a tremendous force descended.

Facing the armored figure kneeling on the road of Immortal bone, this Extinctive Sword Strike was aimed at his head!

Boom!!!

The void could not withstand this sword technique, rapidly shattering.

Jian Wushuang shouted in a low voice, his eyes crimson. This sword strike consumed too much of his mental energy, to the point where he could barely control it.

The shattered void, and the sword, hung menacingly in the air.

However, almost simultaneously, the armored figure kneeling on the bone path suddenly lifted his head and swung a sky-encompassing giant palm, smashing down towards Jian Wushuang!

The two clashed, and this Extinctive Sword Strike directly blasted through the enormous palm that swung down from the armored figure, relentlessly piercing towards the figure’s head.

This was the Extinctive Sword Strike, unstoppable in its advance.

The longsword descended, its chilling radiance imminent.

A sword thrust into the armored figure’s forehead, pausing for just a moment before completely disappearing.

Jian Wushuang was also drained, his right arm, gripping the Invisible Sword, already covered in blood.

The armored figure howled in agony, cracks instantly spreading throughout his colossal body, centered on his forehead.

He struggled, howling in pain, attempting to stand on the bone road.

However, with each sway of his body, the fractures intensified.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the colossal body crumbled to dust, covering the road of Immortal bones.

Endless dust scattered, obscuring the void.

Jian Wushuang gasped heavily, his chest heaving.

This time, he paid a minimal price and managed to erase a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal, which was truly unimaginable.

However, he still had some concerns; the armored figure wouldn’t die so easily.

After all, the gap between their realms was like an insurmountable chasm, each level a massive transformation and leap.

Jian Wushuang knew he could confront Three Revolutions and even Six Revolutions Grand Yan Immortals, but he was acutely aware that he had absolutely no chance against a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal.

Beyond the Six Revolutions lay the Nine Revolutions, a transcendent existence capable of perceiving the Emperor’s fate energy, an unfathomable pinnacle.

That’s why Jian Wushuang couldn’t believe that the armored figure had truly perished.

“Could it be that he has really perished?” Jian Wushuang muttered, still somewhat incredulous.

After pondering for a moment, he descended onto the road of Immortal boones, focusing on observing the location where the armored figure had perished.

As he looked, his expression grew even more solemn.

Because he saw that above the spot where the armored figure had perished, countless gray threads were rhythmically pulsating in an orderly manner.

Jian Wushuang silently cursed, learning from the previous experience, and now he did not dare to hold back in the slightest. He released a majestic surge of Yan power with all his might.

The fierce Yan power surged like heavenly fire, rapidly covering every inch of the bone road.

The gray threads turned into wisps of blue smoke upon contact with Jian Wushuang’s Yan power, but more of them burrowed into the bone road.

Crackle, crackle…

Subtle yet noisy sounds quietly echoed.

Echoed beneath the road of Immortal bones.

Jian Wushuang instinctively took several steps back, his expression completely serious.

As the subtle and noisy sounds echoed, the road of Immortal bones began to tremble.

This tremor intensified, and the road’s surface started to collapse, an intense aura suddenly surging from below.

Jian Wushuang was greatly shocked. That intense aura was none other than the Yan power!

In the Great Desolate Wilderness, where Yan Power could not exist, there was now the appearance of an ancient and long-lost Yan power!