Fish swimming around the world

A woman followed behind Changmei.

She looked to be in her twenties, with a beautiful face. But she exuded an icy aura, and her exposed skin was like ice, crystal clear as if transparent.

It must be Lingyun.

It was really amazing that a woman over 180 years old looked like a young woman in her twenties. If this wasn't a fairy, what else could she be?

Together with Lu Ya, who had already arrived, the three Taihua fairies and a peerless empress who was like a phoenix in the sky gathered on the Demon Sword Peak in an instant.

These were the two opposing parties, with huge events such as rebelling against the Holy Land, beheading the Saint, fighting Lingyun, and besieging Taihua. The most important thing was that Taihua had never recognized the empress.

When the two sides met, it was conceivable what a fierce collision would happen.

Being able to see the three fairies and one phoenix, and witness what happened today, was enough to brag about for a lifetime.

Being interrupted by Changmei, Lu Ya frowned slightly, but did not say a word in front of the Saint.

Ying Wushuang nodded slowly at this moment: "Greetings, Changmei Saint."

Changmei smiled warmly: "Haha... The last time I saw you was ten years ago... Time flies..."

The empress slowly said: "No, the last time was five years ago."

Changmei laughed: "How do you know I was there?"

The empress said lightly: "If the Saint was not there, the fight would not have ended in a draw."

When these words came out, some people were confused, but some were shocked. Five years ago, the empress fought Lingyun. No one watched the fight, and few people knew about it. Afterwards, they heard that the two had a draw.

This has aroused huge waves in the hearts of those who knew about it. It is incredible that the 21-year-old Ying Wushuang actually tied with the Lingyun Sword Immortal who has been famous for a hundred years.

They didn't believe it at the time, thinking that this was just the empress's face-saving statement. But later they found that no one from Taihua denied it, which made those who knew about it really start to be amazed at the empress's peerless fighting power.

You have to know that she is only 21 years old. 21-year-old Sword Immortal? This has never happened in a thousand years!

Changmei laughed loudly.

Lingyun behind him suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a sharp sword intent rose from his body. The heroes were all shocked. Lingyun and the empress were irreconcilable. Was he going to fight first?

Changmei did not look back, but waved his hand slightly.

Lingyun's cold eyes flashed, but he finally restrained his momentum.

Changmei walked forward slowly: "Wushuang, I didn't expect you to become a sword fairy so quickly, isn't it too fast..."

Ying Wushuang was calm: "I can't be slow."

Changmei looked at her for a while, shook his head and sighed softly: "It's not easy... Is today's battle still a life-and-death battle?"

"It's life or death, this is Wushuang."

Changmei nodded: "I also want to see your progress in the past five years. But you have to think about it, you are not just Ying Wushuang, but also the King of Qin. Personal life and death may not matter, but where will Qin go without you?"

Ying Wushuang still looked calm: "He once said that the sun will rise regardless of who leaves."

Changmei was interesting: "He? You mean that young man..."

Ying Wushuang was silent.

Changmei said: "Interesting little guy, is it because of him that you can finally let go of your worries?"

Ying Wushuang was still silent.

Changmei just smiled slightly: "Sometimes... this life and death... can't solve the problem..."

After that, Changmei slowly returned to the main seat, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Ying Wushuang stood in the center of the square with his hands on the sword, also standing with his eyes closed.

At this moment, there were still two and a half hours before midnight. The huge Demon Sword Square was silent, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of midnight in silence.

At this moment, Prince Jiang was still running at full speed.

He ran faster and faster, and felt more relaxed, so happy that he wanted to roar to the sky.

Meng Yi was very surprised. As a grandmaster with a superhuman physique, he had to circulate his true energy to run like this.

But his master has never had any profound cultivation in martial arts. Why is it so special today?

He could see clearly that up to now, the master had not used his true energy, which means that he was running completely by the flesh, and even he could not do this.

What happened? The little overlord was confused.

At this moment, Jiang Fan clearly felt the unusual changes in his body. Although he didn't know the reason, he liked this feeling very much. In his two lives, he had never felt that his body was so good.

Perhaps, Brother Long Ao really gave him a great benefit?

The old man once said that the strange beasts in the mountains and seas are rare divine creatures in the world, and they are full of natural treasures. It is a great fortune to get them.

But because there are too few cases, even this number one doctor can hardly study them systematically. This time, Jiang Fan tried it, and he was actually groping forward.

Unexpectedly, it was successful. Jiang Fan seemed to have unlocked some kind of seal and successfully transformed his body.

While running, Jiang Fan even felt that the innate Qi went from being restless to becoming more and more active, and even a little out of control.

According to the old man, Jiang Fan tried his best to restrain himself, and waited until his body was really fully adapted to this state, and then slowly released some to try.

In the sixth hour, Jiang Fan ran more than 200 miles again and finally arrived at the foot of Taihua.

At this time, he exuded a burning breath all over his body, and there seemed to be mist steaming on his body.

Jiang Fan slowly stopped, feeling the burning heat in his body slowly dissipate and recover his freshness.

There was no discomfort at all, comfortable, too comfortable. It is ten thousand times more comfortable than taking a sauna and then having a massage.

Meng Yi gasped and put his hands on his thighs: "Ha-ha-master, what elixir did you take?"

Jiang Fan couldn't figure it out either. He looked at his hands and didn't know how to answer.

Meng Yi was really exhausted. He had run 800 miles in six hours. Even with his cultivation level as a great master, it was completely too much for him. He felt that his true energy was completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body was shaking violently, and his legs were shaking violently. It seems that they are not their own. My chest felt like it was going to explode with every breath I took. Even the cowhide boots under my feet were worn out, and I was running barefoot for most of the distance.

"Ha-ha-ha-" Meng Yi gasped and said: "I can't stand it-I can't stand it. Wild donkeys can't run like this..."

Jiang Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes, you are such a wild ass.

But I was really surprised. For six hours, that is, twelve hours, I actually ran non-stop for so long. You must know that the empress even prepared five batches of strong horses in order for the cavalry to arrive on time.

He took a long breath, good, finally caught up. The decisive battle between the Empress and Lu Yai was at midnight, more than two hours away.

There was no time to study the changes in his body, so Jiang Fan hurried towards Demon Sword Peak.

"Wait for me, master—"

Meng Yi stuck out his tongue, ate and followed behind with a look of resentment on his face.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped at the foot of Demon Sword Peak.

The disciples of Taihua didn't have a good impression of Jiang Fan, so they told him bluntly that they couldn't go in without an invitation.

When Meng Yi heard this, he became furious and cursed loudly, saying that they were too blind to recognize Mount Tai, and this was the King of Qin.

The people in Taihua didn't care, they just said that an invitation was required.

Jiang Fan also frowned and reached out to stop Meng Yi who was rolling up his arms and sleeves to make a move.

"What if I have to go up?"

The Taihua disciple just said coldly: "Unless you pass the three levels of the Demon Sword, with all due respect, judging from the prince's cultivation level, he is only at the Grandmaster level, so there is no hope."