Legend of Swordsman

The extremely rich black energy was still in a whirlpool shape, frantically pouring into the shattered figure that collapsed to the ground.

Jian Wushuang and Xiao Dijun looked at each other, then lifted their sword and stepped forward slowly.

The shattered figure that had been cut in two was squirming and seemed to be slowly healing and repairing.

"Brother Jian, we must never let him recover again!" Xiaodijun said in a cold voice, then drew out the soft sword from his waist, and after a sword nailed half of his body to the ground, he prevented his recovery.

Chen Qing also stepped forward and said in shock, "What kind of thing is this guy? Couldn't it be an immortal who fell on the battlefield for a long time?"

Jian Wushuang shook his head, and whispered softly, "It will never be a fairy generation. Even if the source of the fairy is broken, the generation of the immortal that persists will have a generation of power fluctuations, but this one does not even have a trace of power fluctuations."

"That's really weird." Chen Qing scratched his head.

Immediately, Jian Wushuang stared at the broken figure again.

Because he was wearing a completely black and heavy visor, and he couldn't see his face, only two black rays of light projected from his eye sockets, with a certain shocking power.

Inexplicably, Jian Wushuang subconsciously stretched out his palm, wanting to take off his visor.

"Brother Jian!" Xiaodijun suddenly took his arm, "Be careful."

He nodded, then slowly squatted down, reaching out his palm to touch the faceplate of the dead creature.

The start was icy cold, and with the sound of a staggered bearing, the complicated and precise visor opened from the nose, and then revealed a face.

To be precise, it is a well-preserved and determined face.

No one thought that this body was about to turn into a dead soul with withered bones, and it still had such a face.

With the unfolding of the complex and precise faceplate, the face of that determined and heroic fighter turned slightly, and finally looked at Jian Wushuang in front of him.

At this glance, it seemed to cross the Wanggu Xinghe River, looking back in the long river of time.

This glance shocked Jian Wushuang.

For a long time, Jian Wushuang said softly, "Everything has passed, and now is no longer in the past."

There was some movement on his resolute and heroic face. He opened his mouth and seemed to try very hard to say, "Why, in you, you, there is a familiar feeling."

As this sound fell, his figure that had been cut in two quickly dissipated, turning into a fluffy ash and disappeared.

The face that wrapped that firm and valiant made Jian Wushuang's figure tremble slightly when it was about to dissipate.

Because, when the body of the necromancer finally disappeared, he murmured a word silently.

"You are not from Dayan."

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Then his figure turned into fly ash with the turbulent black energy.

The surging black air dissipated, and the entire unknown abyssal world began to collapse rapidly, and the stone dome above his head began to give birth to fine cracks.

"Hurry up, this place is about to collapse." Xiaodijun reminded in a deep voice, the abyss where there was no exit had also cracked a gap not far away, it was an exit.

Now that the dark source that destroyed the first heaven in the next three days has been eliminated, naturally there is no need to stay here.

Xiaodijun and others are all ready to leave.

Jian Wushuang also recovered from his thoughts. Finally, he looked at the place where the dead creatures disappeared, and suddenly saw a dark bead lying quietly under the visor.

There was a movement in his heart, and he directly stretched out his hand and held it far away, and the black bead fell into his hand even with the visor.

"Brother Sword, go, it won't last long here." Chen Qing's voice came from afar.

"Here." After Jian Wushuang stuffed the black beads and visor into the Bo Yang bottle, he flew forward.

Since the black energy has completely disappeared, it can naturally run its energy again.

With the help of the descendants, the four descendants easily rose out of the abyss.

When standing on the abyss again, Xiaodijun breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

The source of the black energy that has soaked an entire universe is removed, and all crises are lifted.

In the next time, the Black Mountain of the first day domain will definitely continue to mine.

Looking at the Black Mountain community under the hazy misty sky, Jian Wushuang faintly felt that there were still many mysteries that had not been discovered or resolved.

The originally tricky thing was solved easily. After leaving for the next three days and returning, Xiao Dijun immediately decided and ordered more than ten Yanxians to drive into Xiaogu Tian with twenty carts of treasures, all of which were given to Jian Wushuang. .

Jian Wushuang did not refuse, and directly let Chen Qing and Cui Jing take over, leaving the good things in the hall, and all the remaining treasures were taken to the Wangu Wushuang auction house.

After returning to Xiaogutian from the next three days, Jian Wushuang jumped directly onto the top of the eaves and began to think about the meaning of the dark source words.

And not long after, the figure of the three emperors who had been silent for the first time appeared on their own initiative, all looking at Jian Wushuang with a rather solemn expression.

"Little friend, this is no joke." Yang Jun, a tall and thin old man, spoke first, his face full of dignity and alertness.

Daogong and Su He also nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Uh, three seniors, what is it because of?" Jian Wushuang scratched his head and asked a little embarrassingly.

Yang Jun didn't say much, and immediately stretched out his hand, and a dark object wrapped in rich and powerful force flew out of the Bo Yang bottle.

"It's this thing, where did you get it, little friend?" Yang Jun said seriously.

Looking at the black bead that still exudes a weird aura, Jian Wushuang did not hide it, and immediately said what had happened in the next three days.

In the end, he said, "This black bead and that visor were all found from under the abyss. Could this thing have some influence on you?"

Yang Jun nodded, "Not only is it influential, but more importantly, we have discovered that this kind of thing can erode God's consciousness and power, even us."

A short sentence contained too much information, which shocked Jian Wushuang.

Under the abyss, the seemingly vulnerable source of darkness, the black beads produced, can even eat away the emperor's divine consciousness and power!

The emperor, the highest known master of Jian Wushuang at present, although he did not take the step of Dayan Immortal, even for the Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal, he was easily crushed, and he was the creator of a heavenly court.

Even Uncle Yu under the seat of Emperor Zhen Wuyang can kill the Nine Ranks Dayan Immortal with one finger, let alone the unimaginable existence of the Emperor.

Even though the three emperors of Yang Jun, Dao Gong, and Su He were destroyed, they were still the real emperors.

At the moment, the black beads can cause real damage to the emperor, which is really incredible.

"This thing has a great impact on us." Daogong, who has been silent, also added at this moment.