Legend of Swordsman - Chapter 492

"Those who were not qualified can only look on in despair?"Upon hearing this, numerous Sword Principle experts suddenly had an odd look on their faces.

Obviously, Jian Wushuang was mocking Su Ming. After all, Su Ming had possessed the Heart-killing Sword for thousands of years, but he had not been able to bind it.

"How bold!" Su Ming said, as a silver of coldness flashed through his beautiful face.

He stared at Jian Wushuang. "It's been a long time since someone dared talk to me like this. Since you've said so much, you won't be able to leave here."

"Even if I had not said those words, you would not let me go, right?" Jian Wushuang wore a cold smile. "Su Ming, you don't have to pretend to be n.o.ble. If you want the Heart-killing Sword, make your move."

"Since you are courting death, I will make your dream come true," Su Ming said. Then a sword appeared in his hands.

It was a dreamlike sword, with an almost transparent body. Su Ming held the sword while radiating an overwhelming Sword Essence.

Jian Wushuang looked grim.

Sword Demon Su Ming was different from Marquis Nanyu and Marquis Zizhong. Though he was at the Eight-cloud Realm, he had reached the Dao.

The Dao was the supreme level, superior to the Origin.

If an expert reached the Dao, his strength would experience a dramatic change.

"Boy, are you ready to die?" Su Ming stared at Jian Wushuang as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Come on." Jian Wushuang gripped the Heart-killing Sword tightly while the 180 foot Golden Sword Soul Phantom emanated a mighty aura.

Su Ming sneered, then he casually swung his dreamlike longsword.

It seemed like a casual and slow movement.

The streak of sword light was charming.

Jian Wushuang was shocked. In that instant, he saw a different scene.

"Shuang'er, Shuang'er, help, help!"

Jian Wushuang heard a terrified voice and looked over. He saw his father who had been indifferent earlier, fleeing in panic while being chased by a grinning Marquis Xuefeng who was brandishing his saber.

"Dad!" Jian Wushuang panicked.

"No!" Jian Nantian uttered a forlorn scream.

Jian Wushuang saw his father's body being split in two by Marquis Xuefeng. He was shocked, but he immediately realized that it was not real.

"Illusion, it's an illusion!"

"Wake up! Be quick!" Jian Wushuang snarled in his heart.

He suddenly gritted his teeth and tried his best to disentangle himself from the illusion.

When he regained consciousness, he noticed that the heart-stopping attack was less than one meter away from him. He had no chance of parrying it, so he could only try to dodge.

Su Ming had originally aimed his attack at the young man's head, but Jian Wushuang moved, so the sword light pa.s.sed by next to his ear and landed on his right shoulder.

Woosh!

A huge sword wound appeared on his shoulder and blood began flowing out of it. Luckily, Jian Wushuang had a powerful body, otherwise, his right arm would have been chopped off.

While ignoring the sharp pain in his arm, Jian Wushuang quickly retreated.

The ground below became dry and cracked.

In the blink of an eye, the land within a radius of dozens of meters had become lifeless.

The spectators were panic-stricken.

"What a frightening skill!"

"What, what happened?"

"He is actually devouring natural power?"

The spectators exclaimed in amazement.

"Hum, just a small trick." Su Ming sneered.

Eventually, Jian Wushuang stopped devouring the energy, but his aura had already improved to a new level.

Of course, it also placed a heavy burden on him.

Jian Wushuang pointed towards the s.p.a.ce ahead of him with his blood-red eyes.

"Asura Secret Skill, Bridge of Helplessness!"

Buzz... A terrifying power erupted and a huge blood bridge appeared above the Blood River, slowly stretching toward the end of the river. Jian Wushuang, who was covered by a scarlet armor, stepped onto the bridge.

Jian Wushuang's aura soared once again.

He glanced at Su Ming. Then, in the next moment, he moved.