Legend of Swordsman

4279 Jian Wushuang’s Death (Part Two)

Bang!

The silver sword rainbow reappeared in the world. Like the water of the sky and the divine Thunder of dawn, it slashed toward Qiu Long with infinite power!

“Look! Blood Sword killed the Dark Demon Descendant with this sword!”

“Who in the world can block such a sword?”

The elegance of this sword is truly like a sword God descending from the heavens.

Countless people exclaimed.

There was also a swordsman whose eyes were burning and whose face was full of fascination. He sighed and said, “This is how sword cultivators like us should be.”

Hhowever, only Jian Wushuang himself knew that his divine power was completely exhausted and his divine body was riddled with holes. If the star slashing sword had even half of its usual power, it would be a blessing.

“I’m afraid there will be trouble today.” Jian Wushuang shook his head with a bitter smile.

Bang!

Sundering stars and the dense blue ball of light collided together!

A deafening explosion was heard. Then, the silver sword rainbow began to collapse and finally disappeared!

As for the blue ball of light, after its brightness dimmed a little, it went straight for Jian Wushuang again!

Pfft!

There was a muffled sound. Before Jian Wushuang could react, the blue light ball had pierced through his divine body and left a huge hole!

Jian Wushuang’s face instantly turned extremely pale. He actually swayed and almost fell from the sky.

His divine body had suffered an unprecedented injury!

The entire place instantly fell into a dead silence.

Everyone looked at this scene in a daze and forgot to speak for a moment.

One second ago, Jian Wushuang had fought against four of them and killed four invincible Rulers. In the next second, he had been defeated by this strange man who had come out of nowhere!

Immediately, they reacted and glared at Qiu Long.

“Despicable! Take advantage of Blood Sword’s weakest moment and attack!”

“Taking advantage of the situation, hehe, what a good method.”

“Shameless!”

A series of indignant and mocking voices could be heard. Qiu Long shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and spread his hands. He glanced at Jian Wushuang and said in disdain, “Weak, weak, weak, Blood Sword, you’re too weak.”

After saying that, Qiu Long laughed out loud, then he shook his head and said, “I really don’t know what Bing Ye is thinking. He’s just a piece of trash. How can he be worthy of my help?”

Jian Wushuang remained expressionless, but his eyes grew colder.

He could feel that the divine power in his body was not even enough to heal the wounds on his divine body.

“You’re not talking? Tsk, tsk, tsk, how boring.”

Qiu Long spread out his hands and with a flash of his body, he appeared in front of Jian Wushuang.

“So fast!”

Jian Wushuang’s pupils shrank. He raised his arm with difficulty and tried to block the Wuqi Divine Sword.

However, Qiu Long had already thrown out his leg and kicked Jian Wushuang’s waist like a nine-section giant whip.

“Trash should have the attitude of trash.”

Bang!

This kick directly threw Jian Wushuang off the nine-layered cloud ridge and he smashed into a mountain rock, creating a human-shaped pit!

“What? He’s like an ant that can be easily crushed.” Qiu Long pouted his mouth and then slowly descended, flying toward Jian Wushuang.

Deep in the mountain.

Jian Wushuang was lying on the ground, gasping for air like a drowning man.

It hurt! Intense pain!

Every bone in his body, every inch of his skin, and every vein felt like they were about to shatter, and he was in excruciating pain.

Not only did Qiu Long’s kick destroy the divine power and divine body that he had recovered with great difficulty, but it also put him in a precarious situation.

“Can still fight…”

Jian Wushuang gritted his teeth. Although he was in great pain as if his body was about to fall apart, the coldness and determination in his eyes did not decrease at all. His hand trembled as he held the hilt of the Wuqi Divine Sword beside him. The tip of the sword was on the ground as he stood up shakily.

Qiu Long’s deep and evil voice sounded again outside the rock.

“Oh, that’s right. Blood Sword, I’ve also prepared a gift for you. I think you’ll like it very much.”

Whoosh!

A greenish-gray arm suddenly shot from outside the mountain rock, then grabbed Jian Wushuang’s neck and pulled him back fiercely.

Qiu Long’s fingers clutched Jian Wushuang’s neck tightly and lifted him up. He said with a smile, “Blood Sword, when I passed by the tenth city, a young man said that he was one of your men. He also said that if I dared to come to you, I would die an ugly death. Guess who that person is?”

Hearing this, Jian Wushuang’s expression changed.

In the next moment, Qiu Long flipped his right hand, and a black sandalwood box appeared in his palm.

The black sandalwood box slowly opened, and a head with a livid face and wide eyes appeared in front of Jian Wushuang!

“Haojin?”

“Lord Blood Sword?”

Two voices rang out at the same time.

Ruler Hao Jin glanced at Jian Wushuang and then turned his head to look at Qiu Long. He roared angrily, “You monster, what did you do to Lord Blood Sword?”

“What did you do? Are you questioning me?” Qiu Long chuckled and continued, “Watch how Lord Blood Sword, who you think is invincible, begs for mercy in front of me.”

Bang!

A violent divine power suddenly surged from Qiu Long’s hands. Then, Jian Wushuang’s legs exploded.

He licked the corner of his bloodthirsty mouth and said with a fake smile, “Blood Sword, your game is over. I will crush your divine body from your feet to your head, inch by inch! Hahaha, despair, beg for mercy, and roar!”

Jian Wushuang did not say a word and looked at him with a cold expression. His divine body started to explode and then dissipate. Even so, Jian Wushuang’s expression did not change at all!

“Lord Blood Sword!”

Ruler Vast Ember immediately let out a heart-rending roar upon seeing this, his eyes filled with hatred.

“Blood Sword!”

In the distance, Commander Mountain Shaker’s expression changed drastically, and he instantly dashed over.

However, before he could even take two steps…

Commander Han Feng’s figure flashed and he was already standing in front of commander Han Shan. He extended his hand to stop him and scolded with a cold face, “Han Shan, be clear about your own strength. If you rush up now, not only will you not be able to help Blood Sword, you will only end up losing your life!”

Commander Mountain Shaker clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth so hard that they made cracking sounds. He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth. “Han Feng, Blood Sword is on our side. Are we just going to leave him be?”

Hearing this, Han Feng’s expression softened a little. He sighed and said, “The weak are prey to the strong, and strength reigns supreme. This is how the world is, and it’s not something we can stop.”

Commander Han Shan gasped for breath after hearing what Qiu Long said. He turned around and could not bear to see Jian Wushuang being killed by Qiu Long.